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[mylegacy]

Who: Caesar Zeppeli and your face
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Marsiva
When: Friday and Saturday before the shuffle!

[All things told, Caesar does not spend a lot of time on introspection when he arrives on the Marsiva. He takes a few moments to look at the stars - astonishingly bright and close, almost frighteningly so, when you're used to cities, or being too busy to look up and see the space that God made - and then looks away. For fear of being overwhelmed, maybe, or because he has other things to do.]

[Though he can't begin to imagine what they are. What do you do after you've died?]

[When he figures out how to access the network, he doesn't hesitate at all. Hesitating means thinking, and if he thinks too much about this his voice will come out weak, lost, confused. He is a Zeppeli; that would be unforgivable.]

[So it comes out strong, full, his syllables well-rounded and imbued with good humor.]

Buongiorno, all, I - seem to have taken a wrong turn somewhere around Mars. I don't suppose anyone has a map?

[He chuckles briefly, then sombers. There's information in his head that he doesn't know the source of, but he can guess.]

There are many people trapped here. I know that much already. I know what is happening. What I don't understand is why.

[Or what is to be done about it. (Although where would he go, if he wasn't here?)]

Comments

[ino]

The knowledge of how to do it is, I guess. My family has been doing this sort of thing for generations; now I'm the head of the family. But there are plenty of other people who use the same type of energy for other things.

[mylegacy]

So it's the technique that's passed down, not the ability.

[He likes the sound of this, too. It's soothingly traditional.]

Want to see mine? Fair's fair.

[ino]

That's right. There are certain abilities that genetically come easier to certain families, but healing isn't one of them.

[ She puts her chin in her palm ]

I did say I wanted to see, didn't I?

[mylegacy]

[He smirks and holds his hand up, palm facing towards her. A spark of light begins at the very center of his lifeline, grows into a small sphere. Then, before it can wink out, he shoots a stream of bubbles out of his glove, angling away from the camera and down the hall at the last second.]

[There's a muffled curse, then some loud stomping. Caesar contrives to look innocent.]

[ino]

[ And she's just over here snickering a little. That was some Sailor Mercury shit, man. ]

Is it water? Or just energy?

[mylegacy]

[Listen, he can't help being a magical girl.]

Both. And soap.

[. . . Listen.]

[ino]

... Soap?

[mylegacy]

[He nods. Apparently he sees no problem here?}

[ino]

[ But ... why ... ]

Your enemies must be very dirty.

[mylegacy]

[Some questions, it's better not to answer.]

Not once I get through with them.

[ino]

[ He seems so serious about it, she feels bad laughing ... ]

So it works by solar energy, you said?

[mylegacy]

[No, Ino, please laugh at him. He's ridiculous.]

That's right.

[ino]

But the sun is so far away, right? Is it hard to use it here? Or does any light work?