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Who: Nightingale and you!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Marsiva hospitality deck
When: Now!

[action]

[Nightingale's awakening is much lower-key than most, sitting up in the bed and realizing quickly that she is not where she should be. The best way to cope, of course, is looking around, taking in her surroundings, and just talking to herself.]

Okay... So, this must be a game. Don't think I recognize any space Echoes, though... Whatever, I should figure out the win conditions, first. And hope it's not another 'everyone dies' game.

[she lifts a hand, and a strong wind whips through the area, throwing bedsheets and pillows around.]

Okay, magic's still on, that's... usually a good sign.

[She doesn't seem to have noticed the mess she made. Or maybe she doesn't care. Either way.]

[Video]

[Having immediately fallen into the assumption that this is a game, Nightingale isn't too bothered by the idea of being able to operate technology she hasn't seen before- it's not like it's the first time, after all. She takes a deep breath, and starts talking to the camera. Noticeably, she still hasn't cleaned up her prior mess.]

This is Nightingale, from Takshaka. I don't know what's going on, but this game seems a bit different. Can you check in with which teams are here? And Roc, Gull, Hawk, Magpie, Togetic, Sparrow, any of you around?

And which Echo is this, while I'm at it? I don't recognize any with a space theme going on unless it's the damn Bone Witch again. If I see that dress or that whale again, I'm going to find a way to leave in the middle.

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What? No. I mean, yeah, everyone was from different worlds, but... Wren was a troll, and Magpie's a 'Mi'qote'.

[She's going to remain conspicuously silent on the matter of what they played, though.]

Who are you, anyway?

Wait, you know a troll?

[Zeroing in on that and saving introductions for later, whoops.]

He didn't much act like whatever kind of troll you're thinking of, I promise. Or look like it, for that matter.

Did he have horns that looked like they belonged in a bag of Halloween candy.

.. He had horns, but what's 'halloween'?

An annual day where we all ignore the code of stranger danger and adults entice small costumed children to come to their doorstep with the promise of free candy.

...

[she has no idea how she is supposed to respond to that.]

... Right. That doesn't actually tell me about the candy his horns are supposed to have looked like?

Candy corn, which is like oversized mutant corn kernels if corn kernels were made from pure sugar and striped orange and yellow.

... Okay, yeah, he did have orange and yellow horns. Is that something common?

No idea. We had trolls like that where I'm from originally, but I never met anyone else familiar with them on their respective. Uh. Home planets.

[There's a sound that could pass as a shrug. A feathery shrug.]

They were kind of assholes.

Don't call Wren an asshole, asshole.

But... If you know trolls where you're from, but you still think they're aliens... Are you from the same place as Roxy?

[Normally he'd have a retort for the asshole remark, but—]

You know Roxy? [??????] She's, uh. My mom. So, yeah, we're from the same place. Kind of.

Where'd you meet her.

No, hold the fuck on. Your...

[She puts a hand to her face and sighs.]

Shit, she did mention something about that, didn't she...

Yeah, don't try to understand it. You're better off just accepting the facts and not delving too deeply into the logistics behind them. Everyone is happier that way.

[BUT TEEN MOM. Davesprite is just embarrassingly distracted by mention of anything from his reality after getting cut off from his canonmates for so long, sorry...]

So what's up with her. Is she ok. I haven't seen her in months.

Huh? She's as okay as anyone in that shithole can be- She's dating my teammate, Sparrow. They're pretty happy together.

But... I don't get it. If you're from the same world as her or Wren, you shouldn't be alive- Everyone else is supposed to have been annihilated.

...

You realize you're gonna have to give me more details on the annihilation thing before I decide whether I should be freaked out or just wave it off as part of the fickle bullshit that fucked up my life in the first place, right.

Right- Sorry. There's a lot to take in here.

[She takes a deep breath to steady herself, then stops.]

... Wait a second. I recognize the way you talk- Aren't you that weird "sick fires" kid Wren tried to be an asshole at?

Uh.

[Shit. It's been long enough—four years—that he doesn't remember. Which troll talked about sick fires? Was there one? He wants to say yes, but, fuck, what if that only happened to Dave?]

Maybe. I definitely had a line of inept trolls just waiting to get their asses handed to them for a while. But I don't think I ever met one named Wren. Or at least I never got his name, just his chumhandle.

"Wren" was the name we gave him on the team. His original name was Tavros, I think? Don't call him inept.

Oh. Yeah, I never really met him. I mean, at least not this iteration of me. But I guess I thought he was alright before I had a serious case of laser guided amnesia and he up and disappeared out of Asgard.

... "Asgard"? You had the amnesia shit going on too? It's sounding like we need to trade stories.

Man, yeah. We got an apocalyptic spiel given to us when we showed up, too. Just a little different in the sense we were trying to stave it off.

That's... a bit different.

I don't think I like the idea of talking about this sort of thing on a public network, while apparently on TV on top of that. There a way we can discuss this privately?

Oh, sure. [That's kind of weird to him, but hey, he's not gonna judge.] I got the communications augment so I can encrypt the broadcast. Can't really do anything about the TV part, though.

[Said in a way that indicates it's up to her whether she still wants to talk about it.]

It's the TV part that bothers me more, honestly. Is there really no privacy?