This is David.

[Other people have explained where and what this is. Adding to it is more or less completely unnecessary.

There are few people he's interested in speaking to: a long time ago, he might have wanted to talk to Weyland. Rub it in his face. Now, he doesn't really care.]

If anyone is familiar with Mira Hidalgo, I would be interested in speaking with you.

[And then there's another pause, long enough to be noticeable, maybe too short to be considered significant.

Maybe.]

Elizabeth?

[David looks... unsettled. Which is saying something, considering his usual emotional range seems to be self satisfied smirking to completely disinterested smirking, and that's about it.]

I would appreciate hearing from anyone who is still presently on board the ship.

[Because he might have wished that he didn't have to deal with most of you, and now he can't see or hear about 80% of the people on board anymore.

Feel free to have him bump into you sometime! Literally. He can't see you. Someone should come up with a tagging system.]

[So.

So this is happening, and he's still not entirely certain he knows what he's doing. Not that - in his experience, anyway, because he's hated most of the wardens he's known here - that seems to be something that disqualifies you from being a warden to an inmate, rather than just a warden on board the ship, but it's still strange, to think he's responsible for someone else now.

This is a lot more complicated than making sure a few cryopods didn't fail during travel, or just doing a decent thing for someone you care for.

He decides to address something less bizarre first.]

I would like to thank everyone for the hospitality they showed towards Dr. Shaw during the flood. [Except for you, Chris, but David isn't one to hold a grudge over something like that when he likes you, anyway.

He knows some people would put the rest of this behind a filter, but there's no reason to pretend that he wouldn't do something like this.]

And if anyone has any information they'd like to share with me about Ms. Hidalgo, I would be interested to hear it.

[Private to Mira]

We should speak.

[The last time David did this, he didn't hear from anyone from his world, and he isn't exactly optimistic about things being any different this time around. Then again, there are very few people he'd actually like to talk to from his world - well, just one - so perhaps it's not something to be especially broken up about.

It's actually a pretty decent argument for just ignoring this whole thing and going about business as usual, but he'd be vaguely curious to hear from a few people who have come and gone - well, just one - so eventually, he does get around to making his own recording.

He's sitting in his room in his usual gray uniform, unfortunately not at an angle where you can see the awesome mural Chris had installed as a Christmas gift. That's going to be the subject of another post because seriously, what even.]

This is David. If there is anyone out there, I would be interested in speaking with you.

[Sort of, anyway.]

[David is sitting on a couch in his cabin, with the view screen behind him showing a snowy mountain landscape that really just makes the entire room look even more monochrome and stark than it already does. As he's wearing his gray uniform and generally looks a little pale and washed out all the time anyway, he definitely sort of looks like an appliance designed for the room rather than someone who just happens to be living here.

Point that out to him and he might poison your drink, though.]

As there seems to be some confusion about this, I thought it might be best to provide those curious with a brief explanation as to why the Admiral has chosen to celebrate Christmas in December.

Although there is a fair amount of evidence that the historical man known as Jesus was, in fact, not born on December 25th, the popular theory is that the holiday was established as taking place to adapt a more ancient pagan custom. Further evidence suggests that the date might actually have a greater connection to ancient Jewish tradition and Passover.

Regardless of when or why this custom was established, there is no question that the origin of Christianity is the Middle East, and the increased spread and popularity of the religion occurred in Europe, which was then passed along to the Americas during European colonization of the region. While I understand that customs vary across the globe, those complaining that their version is somehow better or more legitimate, and the Admiral is biased towards Americans or Europeans are at least somewhat incorrect. He is simply following the more common origins of the tradition, rather than the later adaptations adopted by cultures that were introduced to the custom long after its inception.

[His slightly smug expression fades a little, turns almost contemplative.]

I wonder if my crewmates would have cared more about awakening from hypersleep on Christmas had they known it would be their last.

[Private to the Admiral]

( gifts for Erik, Chris, Abigail, Chromie, the Emperor, Aeryn, Ben, Hannibal and Barbara )

[David couldn't really give two shits about it being Father's Day or not, but Harvey's post does kind of start the old gears whirring, particularly in the wake of the conversation he had with Shaw.]

In most human cultures, there is a particular emphasis on honoring thy mother and father. Interesting that that concept has apparently been condensed into a more or less meaningless two days of exchanging gifts.

[He says "interesting" in a way that means he really thinks you're all full of absolute bullshit.]

I wish I could say I understood having enthusiasm for recognizing the accomplishments of your creator. [And that's delivered in his usual dry, slightly bored tone, because he might be bitter as fuck about this concept when it's not like Weyland ever acknowledged what David was capable of, but he doesn't want to talk about it with all of you, so he's masking it like he usually does.

A pause.]

Chromie has not reported to the library. [So someone might want to go check on that.]

[Private to Erik]

[He's not really sure what to say about this, for quite a number of reasons, but.]

What was it like, being able to speak with him afterward?

[Unlike many of the other people on the Barge, David isn't really overly interested in talking to anyone back home, mostly because he doesn't really have a home to go back to, and let's just say he wasn't really on the best terms with most of his coworkers when he left.

Or perhaps more accurately, most of them were just dead, and therefore weren't really on the best of terms with anything anymore.

But he's still curious about who might be out there, and he wouldn't exactly hate talking to Elizabeth, if she happened to be out there.

He smiles politely at the camera, seated rigidly on the couch in his room - the "lifeboat" on the Prometheus, for anyone familiar with the ship.]

This is David. I would be interested in hearing a response from anyone receiving this message.

[David is not wearing his sweater in favor of his usual gray uniform. He also definitely did not participate in any pro-holiday shenanigans, and has generally been doing his usual thing of wandering the Barge, but being largely inconspicuous. At the moment, he's standing in the common room on the sixth floor. There is some mistletoe hanging from the ceiling, and he has been extremely careful to avoid it, even though he's looking up at it when he starts talking.]

It was Christmas Day when the vessel I was assigned to before arriving here arrived at its destination. The captain remarked that we needed the holiday to show that time was still moving. Of course, the crew was from Earth, so we were all familiar with the holiday, even if we did not practice it ourselves. Interesting, that on a ship with such diverse cultural backgrounds represented still carries these specific, occasionally antiquated practices. [And he doesn't really sound like he thinks that's kind of bullshit, but. He kind of sounds like he thinks that's bullshit.

But then again, a lot of human cultural practices sort of seem like bullshit to him.

He looks down and changes the subject, expression still fairly neutral, the slightly sardonic smile vanishing for the time being.]

I would be interested in assisting in the library, if that is permissible. I understand why unpaired inmates are generally turned away from the infirmary or the engine room, but as I was designed to assist my human counterparts in whatever way they may see fit - [Which was also bullshit, but he's really only asking for a job because he's sort of bored just dicking around doing nothing in particular. Or, you know, as bored as a robot can be.] I feel as if my services are going to waste as long as I remain without a task to complete.

[Private to the Admiral]

Please provide Mr. Lensherr and Ms. Knope with more appropriate sweaters, Mr. Stark a written history of Weyland Corporation, and star charts of the known universe from my world for Aya.

Thank you.