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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.]

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[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!

_{[ 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.

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.

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.

[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.]

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.

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.

Your chems? Do you mean medications?

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