HMS Surprise Network

...So I looked through one of the cat flaps Suri apparently installed. I wouldn't recommend it.

And we apparently have an atrium now. At least I think that's the word.

There's a lot of apparently's. But we have a place to grow fresh vegetables. Maybe.

I've spent some interesting times in interesting places in my over 2,300 years travels, but I reckon that station had its fair share of experiences all on its own.

Has anyone noticed anything different since we left there?

Got to say I thought some of the critters on Pandora were weird and wonderful, but this place has more than it's share of 'alternatives'. Almost feel like the exception to the rule here.

Anyone seen the dude who looks like a cross between an octopus and direhorse with a bit of something creepy in there somewhere? Watch him, those ten legs ain't just used for walking!

Brand new space station teeming with extra-terrestrial lifeforms... it's positively brilliant! Whole sets of languages and their respective dialects to be learned, new foods--well, wouldn't advise trying what they've pawned off as 'mutton'--and mysteries! Love a good mystery, though not as much as I do solving them.

I am curious as to the rooming arrangements though. Are they short on available space, I wonder? No matter.

Anyway! Do take care. If any of you find trouble, make sure I'm not far away, hm? Odds are I won't be, hah!

Bad news kids, they apparently don't have Netflix in space, so I was forced to actually mingle with the space station sorts.

Not that that's a bad thing, I don't think, but I don't really know what any of them are saying to me half the time. Even when I do understand what they're saying. I spoke to a furry guy with an eyeball on its tail, and I have no idea where the hell the voice was coming from but I'm pretty sure it was Morgan Freeman in furry guy form.

The people here are rude. Several threatened to eat me in a language that I'm told is Zhorish, but only half that number sexually propositioned me. One also offered me food, but she seemed confused when I informed her I have no need of sustenance.

I would suggest traversing the station armed. For your own safety.

Uhm, so I think maybe I'm dreaming, but I'm pretty sure I am in space, and like any real modern person should, I turn to Facebook first to figure out what's going on.

But anyway, I'm Peter Parker, and thought I'd say hello before I wake up in the middle of class with my teacher glaring down at me.

Good news! Or more of it, following my predecessor's announcement, but oxygen levels are stable, and life support is working on independent intervals throughout the different sectors. Not nearly as efficient, but until we can get Sector 3 completely fixed up and get that circuit back up it's the best we can do. This means power to put towards the engines will be cut, same with power to other non-essentials, good news is that we're going to be tug-boating this ship to the nearest spaceport, which means we don't NEED any of those non-essentials and instead we can breathe happily.

Thanks in absolutely NO small part to Amelia Pond, Clara Oswald for the help on the life support; quite literally could not have gotten it done without the relay system. And thanks to the lovely Meg and Anna--whose names I don't actually know beyond that--sector 3's holes should be sealed and the hull capable of sustaining intergalactic travel without ripping apart of causing us to lean too much. While also removing strain from the relay system trying to provide support to sector 3.

I'm not sure what the point of this is.

Hello. Bruce Banner here.

FILTER: Suri
Suri! Hello! Good news for you, I think. Ship's in a workable state. We've collectively managed to tidy up, salvage the engines and I expect other me's tended to life support as planned by now.  There's one more thing I'd like to do. The ship needs better repairs than what we can manage like this. I'm going to give the ship a lift so that you can better conserve power. That all right with you?

FILTER: Rose, Jack, Martha, Zev, Castiel (celestialintent), Amy, Clara, Eleven
I'm going to need your help very soon. All of you. Get shifting to my TARDIS. Left her in the observation deck.

Chinny, hope you're ready for a bit of nostalgia. Don't think we'll need two TARDISes for the job, so I do hope you'll suffer my apter choice in interior for a ride!

You're all brilliant. Absolutely outstanding. If I see you in the halls, I'm going to hug you.

What's everyone's status? The ship seems to be holding together, but you guys would know better than I would.

I'm heading to the life support systems to see if we can't manage to get oxygen levels stabilized, I may need some assistance as the life support system is going to be based on a relay system in order to keep itself from failing in the chances of, well, this event. The problem with that, is that it prioritizes certain areas over others, which would make sense if not for the fact that a lack of stability can damage the ship--including our holographic, pony-loving pilot.

I also need a team of brave souls who might be willing to throw on a space suit and fill some holes. While we continue to leak, we threaten to put the ship off balance, and when they get the engines back online the ship will be difficult to maneuver. I know what you're saying 'it's space, there's no gravity to pull us anywhere', wrong. There's gravity all around us, the gravitational pull of suns and planets extend very, very far--getting weaker as they go, but they're still there. That's not the point though, the point is that if we must make any sort of landing--having the holes filled in will help considerably. Because when we enter atmosphere without -- know what? Not important, what's important is we need to fix as much damage as we can.

In my TARDIS I have a space suit and a canister of sticky foam that can seal up holes temporarily. I'd do this myself, but I must get the life support systems stabilized and that'll take some clever thinking. So if anyone's up for it, let me know.

Well, it looks like I've arrived at either the right, or the wrong time. Wherever and whenever that might be! Captain Jack Harkness here, and wondering if anyone has any clues as to what's going on, and if anyone is aware there appears to be a very large hole in the side of this ship?