day 184 [ video | open ]
[ There's a new face in the dome; most of one, anyway. His pale, glistening skin covers the majority of his face, though on the left side the skin is missing, from just above his hairline to the bottom of his cheek, where it comes to a point. The shape of his face remains intact - a dark, sleek metal with lights intermittently blinking on and off. The eye on this side is also a plain dark metal contour, its gold counterpart a hint at its usual appearance. (A larger visual aid than the icon, if so desired.)
He does not appear to be in pain, or particularly bothered by the damage. Nor does he pay the jumpsuit much mind, as he addresses the network purposefully. Despite the emotions he now most assuredly feels, he has regained his composed, rational calm; he's examined his immediate surroundings and done a bit of poking through the network before speaking up. You might chalk that up to him being an android or to him being a Starfleet officer; neither would be wrong, but the complete reasoning involves both. ]
Greetings. My name is Lieutenant Commander Data, of the Federation starship Enterprise. I understand that this device with which I have been supplied is connected to a communications network, utilized by those who, like myself, have been brought here. I have a number of queries regarding our present situation, location, and the nature of these “wardens” responsible for our imprisonment. If anyone would be willing to do so, any information that could be provided would be very much appreciated.