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Who: Pyrrha and you!
Broadcast: fleetwide video
Action: on the marsiva
When: now!

[Pyrrha wakes with a start. Stress and panic are apparent on her face, and she needs to take a few seconds to drop her face into her hands so that she can reorient herself and make an attempt at calming herself down. After a few deep breaths and several seconds to try to put herself back together, she pulls her head up and glances around, and then gets out of bed. She knows what a camera feels like, and she knows that there's one there. So, in the hopes that someone will hear her, she speaks:]

Um... hello? I'm not sure if anyone can see or hear this, and I'm not sure what's going on, but... I need some answers. Like where we are now. I'm Pyrrha Nikos, of Beacon Academy. [She pauses, considering what she wants to say next. Her voice grows stronger as she continues, too.] I demand to be released. I need to find my team—I'm not sure if they're here or not, but I need to find them. I was doing something important, too, so I apologize for being unable to stay.

[And for those on the Marsiva: Pyrrha's wandering around, though mostly keeping to herself. When she does approach people, though, she offers a subdued smile and a hello. She mostly wants to see if other people are doing okay, and also being kidnapped gives her something to focus on because people might? Need help. Also, she wants to get to know people.]

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I'm not sure if I can give you the answers you want, but I can try.

[His expression softens considerably at the thought of her being from Beacon Academy.] Anything for a student from Robyn - er, Ruby's school, right?

[There's a beat of confusion, though it's quickly gone when she hears the name Ruby.]

Yes. I'm from Ruby's school, though I wasn't aware that she also went by Robyn.

I don't think she usually does. [How exactly should he explain this... Memory loss and reincarnation aren't topics that can be distilled into a sentence or two.]

Sorry, it's a pretty long story. I can explain after everything else. You said you had more pressing matters, right?

[She shakes her head, remembering what she said even with the temporary distraction.]

I do. There was something I was—trying to do, but being pulled out of that so suddenly... it makes it hard to get my bearings.

I can imagine. [He winces in sympathy.] You could try to call Atroma, but honestly? I haven't heard from them in half a year.

So silent overlords that only care to observe...

Well, if we're a reality show, I can only imagine that this sort of thing is good for the audience even if it may not be good for us.

It usually works out for us too. We get paid in "ratings," or how much the audience loves us.

Unfortunately, our accounts are also frozen for the time being. [a quiet, resigned sigh] There are jobs on the station, but it's not quite the same.

Frozen because of suspicious happenings, correct? Blake Belladonna has informed me of those. But even so, I can imagine that such a thing is far from the same...

It's not much different from what I experienced at home, truth be told.

That's unfortunate. I've dealt with suspicion back home, but I can't say it's ever affected me financially.

Not that specific sort of thing, but being in the spotlight. What you can and can't do is dictated by the image you want to present to the public... and if you don't present the image that people want you to, it may not work well for you.

I dislike people that think they have the right to interfere with others livelihoods, though.

Ah. Honestly, I'm not sure how the public sees us. That would require meeting our fans. You get some idea, based on how much you get paid each month, but beyond that... [shrug]

It sucks. If the station froze our accounts because of sheer stupidity, I'd get it, but no one knew about the crates.

Then it's a mystery, no matter how you look at it.

Hopefully there will be some answers over this specific matter in the new future, though.

I hope so. May not be the answers we want, but beggars can't be choosers.

Oh, I'm Stefan, by the way. When you find out what ship you're on, you should come visit me on the Paisley.

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