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[pain_train]

Who: Wrath
Broadcast: Fleetwide Video
Action: HS Marsiva hospitality deck
When: 6/13

[It's... probably a sad statement about Wrath's life that waking up in a strange place with something plugged into her neck? Not actually that weird. Not remembering how she got to said place? Also not that weird. Not remembering signing up for some kind of reality show?

At this point she just assumes that she's been subjected to another recode.

...okay, maybe a recode that went a little wrong. Who knows how much time she's lost, but it's an accomplishment that she's immediately aware of those things, she knows that. And she also knows better than to think about it too hard. Just have to roll with the punches.

Focus on what she can do. Which would be figuring out the communicator thing (hey, that's all pretty familiar!), try to read some stuff to get oriented, give up on reading, and just go for it.

So there you go. Tiny woman, bright pink hair, surprisingly deep voice.]

Maine? Orion? You around anywhere? Delta? North? Christine? Foxtrot? Whiskey?

[That basically covers everyone immediately important.]

Also, if anyone's seen my cane, I'd really like to have it back. It's about... uh. This big. [Holds hands apart.] And it's a cane. But don't press the button on it, there's a sword inside and the spring is kind of touchy.

And my chems. Those are kind of important.

And my kitten. This big. [Teeny.] Calico tabby with little pink jellybean toes.

That will be all, thank you.

[Very authoritative nod, sign off.]

[And after this, she's limping off to find a window and lose her damn mind with delight that she's in space. She can't wait to tell Maine! ...at some point.]

Comments

[Video]

[savedtheworld]

[A young monk listens carefully, tapping at his chin very thoughtfully as if he's trying to concentrate and imagining all of those things. The thoughtful face is briefly fractured by a goofy grin at the description of the cat, but then he puts his thoughtful face back on.]

I'm sorry, I haven't heard any of those names or seen any of those things around. But if I do, you'll definitely be the first to know! I promise!

[Video]

[pain_train]

Shit.

Well, thank you for thinking about it though! That's so sweet of you.

Do you know where I could maybe find just a regular cane? I'm supposed to use one or my PT guy will get really mad at me.

Even if he's not here. He'll know. [Julien is one scary dude, okay.]

[Video]

[savedtheworld]

Um, it's no problem! Really!

I don't know what a PT is but I'm sure he'd understand! But it can't be that hard to find a cane if you need one... Maybe there's one on the ship you're on, or you could get one at one of those way station places!

[Video]

[pain_train]

[Oh gosh, what a nice person!]

Oh! PT means physical therapist. He makes me do exercises and stuff so that my back will get better. I think I'm on the Marsiva? And isn't exciting that we're in space?

[So excited!]

What's your name? I'm Wrath.

video;

[peacockherald]

_{[ He really did hate it when people woke up. He always felt bad, especially for those who came here without the comfort of others from their own worlds. ]}

I cannot say I know of anyone by those names on any of the ships, but I can tell you that your cane will not be available, and likely not your kitten either. Atroma removes anything that could be a weapon from us on arrival.

My name is Vanyel Ashkevron, of the Tourist.

video;

[pain_train]

Shit. Thank you for thinking about it though.

Can I get a regular cane though? I mean, I could fuck up someone pretty good with one of those, but I'm supposed to be using one or I'll be in a lot of trouble.

[Thanks to the name of the ship, she's a little confused.] A tourist? Where are you from? But it's really nice to meet you, Vanyel. My name's Wrath.

Re: video;

[peacockherald]

I am sure that a normal cane can be provided for you, or there will be a way to craft you one, even on the Marsiva. Ah, that is, the ship you are currently on.

Do you have a physical ailment that requires a cane?

_{[ Aka - do you need medical attention? ]}

Tourist is the name of the ship I am assigned to within the fleet as a Security augment. You will be assigned to one as well within a few days and transported off the Marsiva. But to answer where I am from - I came here from a place known as Paradisa, and before that my home world, called Valdemar.

A pleasure to meet you as well, Lady Wrath.

Audio;

[justamobster]

Sorry, ain't seen any kittens.

[ And considering Ladon is a huge sucker for anything small, cute, and fuzzy, he's likely to have zeroed in on a lone kitten by now. ]

Or heard any of those names you said.

Audio;

[pain_train]

That's really sad. And not just because I miss Jellybean. Everyone should see kittens, every day.

[Improves morale!]

It's okay. I guess... it's just me. Well, I'll do my best. [But she misses Maine already. How's she going to sleep without him watching her six?]

What's your name?

[justamobster]

Can't disagree with that. [ Life is always better with kittens. ]

Ladon Ceto. You?

Video

[onlyanapple]

Atroma have a nasty habit of fleecing your for all your stuff when you arrive. You'll likely get them back down the line, in some planet or waystation or whatever.

Video

[pain_train]

That's really low. Who the fuck steals a kitten? [That's way more offensive than stealing a cane.]

I guess if I get everything back eventually, that's better than nothing. But I'm going to have to find a regular, boring cane for now.

What's your name?

Video

[onlyanapple]

You'd be surprised at how big that list can get.

The sacrifices you have to make. So sad.

Name's Crowley.

[Action]

[survivalistcookbook]

[By the time the transmission goes out, Eugene's gotten himself off of his cot, made the rounds of the area, and finally settled into the viewing bay with a coffee. He's too jittery for real food, but coffee? That had become such a priceless treasure a few years into the outbreak that even solidly average cafeteria coffee was a treasure, and he sipped his cup gingerly as he sat and looked out at the stars, moments of fluctuating awe and homesickness and disorientation broken up by the occasional new transmission coming through on the communicator.

It's maybe a minute or two after the most recent one that the woman herself comes into the viewing bay - though he leaves the hello that comes to his lips to idle a few moments when he sees the look that sweeps across her face. He's no saint, but he's not going to elbow his way right into the middle of someone's joy like that. Especially not in the mood he's in, himself.]

[Action]

[pain_train]

It takes Wrath a while to calm down to a rapid vibrate. Space! She's in space! Maine told her about it, but it's so big?

Though oh. Are aliens going to try to kill them? Maine hadn't had that great of a time in space, after all...

Before she can really consider that worry, she notices someone else in the observation room with her. "Oh, hi! Do you like space too?"

[Action]

[survivalistcookbook]

He's not really prepared for that much cheerful enthusiasm turned on him all at once. For a fraction of a second it's like being home again with Jack, with Zoe's kids, and in the afterimage of that memory a bruise-purple ache settles into his chest. He nods, whatever polite answering smile he might have given automatically dimmed down to a little turn of his lips.

"Well, I. I like the stars? Looking at them from Earth, anyway." He looks back out the windows, nodding his cup at the panorama. "They're a lot different when you're in the middle of them."

action;

[unbearablynaive]

Another new arrival is also on the viewing deck gazing out at the stars, but this one is floating several feet off the ground and his cape is billowing slightly in the non-present wind. He doesn't seem to notice Wrath at first, as he's staring out at the stars.

action;

[pain_train]

Wrath's too busy staring at the stars herself, hands pressed against the glass. It's beautiful and makes her feel tiny, and also makes her feel... free, somehow.

"Goddammit, Maine," she whispers. "You never said it was beautiful." But maybe it isn't so beautiful when someone is trying to kill you all the time.

She misses Maine.

Before she can start feeling too sorry for herself, she steps back and sees the floating guy. "Oh cool? How do you do that?"

action;

[unbearablynaive]

By that time he does notice her, and gives the pink-haired woman a reserved smile. She doesn't seem to mind his floating, so he continues to levitate but turns around to face her.

"It is an innate ability. Good afternoon." It's not really afternoon when time of day is arbitrary, but it's a polite greeting; enough of JARVIS's influence on him leads him to be polite in most circumstances. "I have only arrived here recently myself and was admiring the view. Beautiful, is it not?"

[poetontheinside]

Uh, those all sound like really cool codenames, but I don't know any of 'em.

You seem pretty, uh... [He waves his hand vaguely] Cool with all of this.

[pain_train]

None of them are code names, though. Well except Foxtrot and Whiskey, but that's more like a job title.

I'm kind of used to waking up in places and not remembering how I got there. I'm just glad I can still remember my friends. So the rest doesn't seem so bad.

[poetontheinside]

You know someone named Maine? That's gotta get confusing.

That sounds like a pretty crazy life.

[dancingmd]

Your chems? Do you mean medications?

[pain_train]

Yeah, medication stuff. I guess we just call them chems because we get them out of chem cubes? But I have a lot of different stuff I have to take. It sucks.

[dancingmd]

[What the hell? Atroma is taking people's medications from them? Beverly frowns and her jaw tightens. She is clearly pissed about this.]

I can't believe- no, that's not important right now. Do you know the names of the medications you're taking? I'm a doctor and I might have some replacements in my sickbay. If not, I will request them for you.