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Who: Pearl and YOU
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Marsiva
When: 6/19 till shuffle

[sleeping Pearl kinda looks dead. If anything, it's probably because she's not moving at all. Or breathing, for that matter. And when she regains consciousness, it's all at once. No gradual waking up for her.

In fact, as soon as her eyes pop open, she's scrambling out of the bed, getting tangled in the bedsheets, and falling onto the floor right onto her face with a loud thud.

A hissing intake of breath, and then Pearl is turning around and staring in surprise at...the bed.]

Sleeping? But that's not...I've never -

[and then she finally sees the giant windows and more importantly, the fact that she's in space. Oh and also that she's probably been kidnapped or something like that.

..............]

GARNET! AMETHYST!!!

[and she's tearing off the bedsheets and scrambling to her feet. Don't hyperventilate. Stay calm. Don't freak out. This doesn't look like Gem based technology. Then again, she barely knows what modern Gem technology looks like. But, but it could also be some completely unknown alien species who had somehow kidnapped her and taken her hostage and of which she knows absolutely nothing about!!

.....] STEVEN!!

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[Well, true, she does look pretty alright enough, even with the fall aside. He lets that question fall to the wayside, in favor of considering this new one with a slight shrug.]

His friend? Well, sure, sort of! I don't know him really well yet, but we've spoken a few times...he's a really nice kid. [A thoughtful pause, and then he smiles a bit, giving the screen a wave.] But right, sorry, I should introduce myself! You must have just arrived, after all...I'm Megaman, what's your name?

['spoken a few times.' Already? How long was she knocked out?]

I'm Pearl. [she nods] It's a pleasure to meet you.

[probably. At least she doesn't seem at all phased with names that could be interchangeable with descriptors.]

How long have you been here, Megaman?

[Are you sure you wanna know that answer Pearl.....

And well, all the better that she isn't phased by the name. She shouldn't be! It's a perfectly nice enough name for a program! Though a lot of people here don't seem to think so, and for that she gets a few brownie points on principal already.

He perks up, though, at her name--]

Oh, so you're Pearl! Yeah, Steven's definitely talked about you. He says you're really smart! [Grinning a bit, as he reports this, and then he shrugs again.] It's a pleasure to meet you too! Well, despite the circumstances, I guess...but ah, that's a good question. I've been here for--a few weeks now, I think? Maybe even a month? About a month is what my timer and the calendar on the comms says, but I'm still not so sure how time works out here in space... [Oh, when you say it out loud, that--sounds a lot longer than it feels. Huh.]

[and that's actually a smile and flush of pleasure at the compliment.] Well, one does try one's best.

And....I suppose time is a bit arbitrary out here. It really depends on the system they've chosen - which seems to sync rather well with yours. [that's highly irregular, unless...] Where are you from?

System, huh? Yeah, I guess that makes sense...I know we tell time by the sun's cycles back home, but I bet that probably varies a lot in other places of space... [Ooh, that's kind of neat, now he thinks about it. Maybe there's places out there that don't even have a sun, how do they figure time then? Maybe some people don't use the sun anyway, and measure it with other things? The possibilities are pretty endless! Arbitrary indeed...but oh, right, question--] I'm from Earth! And I think there's several people here that are also from Earth, too. You think maybe that has something to do with how well time lines up...?

[huh. You've followed her train of thought. Meeting you could prove to be a Good Thing.]

You've been here longer. Do you believe our captors to be that considerate?

[Who knows, maybe it is!! TWO GREAT MINDS and such...but well, after all, it only seems logical. He considers her newest question with a slight frown, rubbing at his chin a bit.]

Well...if they were really considerate, they wouldn't be pulling people from all over the place without even asking them first. But-- [eeeeeh] --ah, still though, the numbers just don't line up otherwise, you know? The statistical chances of them randomly taking so many people from Earth, out of every other place in the galaxy, that's already so small! And then time coincidentally lining up on top of that...

[He gestures vaguely.]

It's probably on purpose, yeah. Must be some part of the whole tv show thing they have going on here...

So we have a few options here. One, they're catering to those of us from Earth. Two, the enemy themselves are associated in some way with Earth. Three, the audiences the television show they're -

[wait] They have television here? [that sounds so.....human]

[Right though it just gets weirder and weirder, honestly...]

Yeah, they do! Well, sort of. It's actually more like--we are the show? Apparently that's why they've taken everyone here. This whole thing is actually some kind of show that other people are watching, from what I've heard. [And, if his expression on saying this is anything to go by, it makes as much sense to him as it does to her. Which is none at all.] I still don't really understand that...I figured there'd be other entertainment venues in a place like space? Never mind how super illegal this probably is already. Unless--are TV shows actually this common in space? These kinds...?

There are people watching us??

[that is a little freaky. And she's looking around, as if hoping to spot a camera.]

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