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Who: Max Caulfield & Anybody
Broadcast: Open
Action: SS Marsiva
When: Saturday, pre-shuffle

[ Max is almost used to waking up in weird places. But when she awakens to the crisp, clean, sterile surroundings of the Marsiva's hospitality deck, she knows something is wrong. Her dorm room, Chloe's room, school maybe, the lighthouse... but this felt more like a hospital. Where...? ]

This isn't... where is this? [ She's quick enough to her feet, glancing around. ] Calm down, Max, just need to figure out... where......

[ She trails off when she catches sight of those bowing windows in the viewing bay, showing... space. ]

No way. No way... This can't be real.

[ She seems to be in denial for a few moments. Gaping, staring, taking a step back...

And then, hands shaking... she pulls out an old instant camera and snaps a picture. "Always take the shot." That's what she had been told.

She shakes the photo that pops out for a moment, then stares at it, as if the view would somehow be different. But alas, it is not. ] This is really happening, isn't it? I'm in space. How?


[ Assume she's open to messages here. During and following those, though, she'll be snooping around the deck, looking at and through anything and everything. Snoop, Max, snoop and figure things out. ]

Comments

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They can't be that hard to come by. Heck, can't you just hook up a photo printer to these hi-tech cell phones? [ Communicators she means. ]

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Yeah, we could, if these things took pictures. And if there was somewhere to buy a photo printer.

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What kind of messed up sci-fi doesn't have photo printers?

[delincuente]

One where we only find a real store every couple of months. And our funds are based on how much the audience likes us.

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This place has just gone from cool sci-fi to dystopian sci-fi.

[delincuente]

What, it didn't go that way when it kidnapped you?

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Probably more like when I found out we're all on reality TV.

[delincuente]

Yeah, no, you're right. That's the real horror story here. It's The Truman Show with more communal showers.

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Not a very good Truman Show if we all know we're on reality TV, though.

[ She pauses a bit. ]

We still have to share showers in space, though? Worst sci-fi ever. I hope we at least get some cool sci-fi shampoo.

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Yeaaaah, no - the shampoo pretty much sucks. But I got this crap at a beach planet awhile ago, kind of smells like oregano but it's decent. You can totally borrow it.

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I'm not too keen on my hair smelling like oregano, but if space shampoo really does suck I might have to take you up on that.

[delincuente]

Hey, it could smell like way worse things.

[She finally gives Max a smile.]

Yeah, anytime, for the sake of spreading personal hygiene. I'm over here on the Paisley.