[Lizzie's set herself up in Trip's room, which is a little bit of an organized mess - Trip doesn't actually live in here so much as just work/do little projects/that sort of thing so his mess isn't in T'Pol's room - but has been cleaned up a little. She's also borrowing some of T'Pol's clothes because lol no one wants to touch Trip's closet, and doesn't look all that bothered to be here.

She's got the same kind of Southern drawl as her brother, and smiles at the camera like this is totally normal, because really video messages are pretty much super common where she's from and thus no awkward camera juggling will be going on here.]

I'm Elizabeth Tucker, but most people call me Lizzie. I'm an architect from Florida and back home, it's 2152. I know Trip's in charge of the engine room here, but I'm pretty much useless when it comes to machines and all that, so if anyone's got questions... might wanna ask one of the staff members who's actually here most days before you come find me.

So, it's Trip's birthday today. Kinda too bad he's not actually around for it, but you all should still treat him nice when he gets back, alright? He likes chocolate cake and horror movies. Or movies in general, really, ever since he was a kid. There was a movie theater near our house growin' up we'd go to a lot, and I used to scream like a banshee when he wouldn't take me with him.

Anyway, it's been real nice getting to meet all of you. This is one heck of a ship.

[ooc: Will be tagging with likeabanshee. Lizzie is from before the whole being horribly murdered by space aliens thing and Trip is going to be a bucket of angst when it's over so. Expect a distraught chief engineer in a while. :V]

[Trip's communicator clicks on to show a man in a gray Confederate uniform, who is holding the device upside down at first, but fortunately seems to figure out he's doing it wrong pretty quickly and turns it the right way, experimentally pressing a few buttons. The video feed clicks back off for a few minutes and a line of random text appears before switching back to video.

... Herderp what say. :|a]

This is Major Charles Tucker of the Second Florida Infantry. [Of the Confederate States of America. :V]

It is my understanding that there are a lot of Union troops on board this vessel, whatever it may be. I certainly understand that this puts us at odds, but I'm willin' to put aside our differences for now in the interest of returnin' home safely.

And if someone could direct me to a hospital or medic station, I'd be much obliged. I've got quite a powerful headache.

[Trip switches on the feed with his nose, and generally looks like the incredibly excitable dog that he is, wagging his tail and panting slightly as excited dogs do. He can communicate with animals and people, but is definitely dog!Trip and not just different appearance wise, so expect some distraction and general slight personality difference.

Also, eagle eyed watchers will notice a very confused looking purple dragon perched on the desk, watching the dog suspiciously.]

So, I'm affected. Make sure Tosh is okay with the engines with everyone else. And Archer needs food. Martha, Tim, you're not affected, right? Can one of you make sure he's okay? Or T'Pol! T'Pol, are you affected?

[Wag wag of the tail and LIGHTBULB:]

Also, does anyone have a BALL? Preferably a tennis ball.

I really want a tennis ball.

So, what's the consensus everybody's got? Flood, freak accident, hull breach, Admiral just havin' fun... Just outta curiosity. Seems like no one really got off the hook on this one.

[Private to Vince]

I'm still around. How're you doin'?

So, I know everyone's got an idea that this's all just random, but it seems ta me like most of us all got some weird new abilities or somthin' different about us. Either I haven't been affected, or I just haven't figured out what mine is yet, but I'm not really gettin' my hopes up that it'll be somethin' fun.

When I was a kid, I always wanted to be more like Superman -

[And this is when Trip's awesome new ability kicks in. Any time he talks about superpowers, comic books or superheroes, he turns into a little kid. He's practically like reverse Captain Marvel! So now you've got a five year old sitting at his desk talking into the communicator like nothing's wrong.]

- You know? Not super slow or glow in the dark or anythin' like that. Why can't we get actual superpowers? That could actually be cool.

... And maybe a total disaster, but I'm not gonna lie, it'd sure be fulfillin' a childhood fantasy.

[ooc: When Trip goes back to talking about something not superpower related, he turns back to being his usual self.]

[Trip is wandering around the hallways, looking a little confused. Not super confused, because seriously, he's seen a lot of weird stuff before, and it'll take a little more then some reports of people acting weird and new decor on the Barge to get him really concerned.]

Guess you guys weren't kiddin' about this place. Anyone got any idea what's goin' on?

[Private to T'Pol]

Everythin' okay on your end?