Vectura

[from the mid-lounge, someone's decidedly... drunk]

[sang]
It's so dreamy, oh fantasy free me!
So you can't see me, no, not at all.
In another dimension, with
voyeuristic intention,
Well secluded, I see all!

[Sent after much deliberation and time-wasting]

As you all seem to have done it earlier - Inspector Luther here. At Bellum Letale I lived in 401. [A long suffering sigh] My fable was Javert, from Les Miserables. Despite out connection to the building, let's all remember that we all [...] do appear to be breathing.

[Wryly]

And then again, things are deceiving. If you aren't already, be on your guard. Is there anyone here who isn't from Bellum Letale? Or are we all just this lucky?

Have all agreed we're from Bellum fucking Letale?

Good.

Reply with your full name, fable, and where you lived back home. Archer wants it and for good reason. We need to know where the creepers like Dracula are.

EDIT: Joss Salvage. 204. Badr al Budur. Sherri did I spell that right?

[This voice post was recorded in a quiet room, the only background noise being the soft humming of overhead lights. The speaking voice is calm and smooth, almost unnervingly so, without the barest inflection of emotion. His words are enunciated perfectly, not so much as a falter.]

Hello everyone. If you do not recognize me, I am Dr. Jasper Archer - research geneticist and former resident of Bellum Letale. It seems that a number of us have been transported to an as of yet unknown craft traveling to and from undisclosed locations. While I understand that confusion must be reigning supreme at this moment, I implore you all to hesitate in your upset and recall that this is nothing we have not endured before.

I have performed a cursory examination of this domicile and believe that it would be in our best interests if we all convened in person to determine a plan of action. The second floor has three lounges, and I believe the one at the "Fore" of the ship, as it were, would be the most appropriate for a meeting. I encourage everyone to attend in the hopes that we may form a plan and ensure a way for us all to return to our homes in a safe and orderly fashion whenever we have completed whatever task we have been presented with.

I will be in the aforementioned lounge in ninety minutes' time. I look forward to seeing many of you there.

[The message cuts off cleanly.]

I'm either dreaming or there's something really really wrong right now. Because the last thing I remember? Transylvania, talking to some magic man and being offered his happy drugs, and... huh.

Am I dead? Or...

Well, I really don't want to think of the alternative. I just don't think I can handle that right now.