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[mikangirl]

Who: Nami
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Marsiva
When: Nnnow-ish

[This is not happening.  Nope.  There were happy endings, and sunshine, and portals home, and she damn well walked through one.  Not only does this quiet, sterile place bear no resemblance to, y'know, a brigantine sloop or a crazy ocean, but she's turned up here alone.

She was pretty sure the animus were on the level with the whole going home thing.  The fact the Adstringendum communicator is giving her nothing but static when she tries to use it is, uh.  Not comforting, to say the least.  She explores the accessible area in due haste, looking for anyone she recognises.  Or anyone at all.  And then she sits cross-legged in the middle of the one hallway and tries to get the communicator working by prying at it with fingernails, hitting random buttons, and eventually just hitting the wall with it a few times before tossing it away from her with a huff.

Not happy doesn't really cover it.

She finds the broadcast system, staring down at the controls suspiciously.  She shouldn't know how to use this.  But, well.  In the absence of being able to do anything else-- ]

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This turning up in mysterious new places thing was old the first time it happened.  Where the hell is this, and what hoops do I have to jump through to get home?  [Sweet, sweet sarcasm.  But at least she's holding onto her temper.]  And where's my staff? 

And-- and who fixed my shirt?

[Serious question, that one.]

Comments

[huaaaaagh]

It's not ideal. I've got people waiting for me, after all. But this isn't the worst place I've ever been, so...

[Shrug. People aren't killing each other and no one's died yet. Already it's better than SAO.]

[mikangirl]

Yeah, I think this is a step up from the last place for me. I'd still prefer home, but at least this place has running water and food.

[Everything is better than SAO.]

[huaaaaagh]

How is it that so many people here came from some alternative kind of imprisonment? You must be the fifth or sixth I've talked to.

[Is it possibly something they all have in common? That at some point in their lives, they've been trapped by some terrible, unreachable entity?]

[mikangirl]

Yeah, I've spoken to a couple myself and I've only been here a few hours. [She's wondering much the same.]

I've only heard of Paradisa, and I came from a place called Adstringendum. Have you heard of any others?

[huaaaaagh]

I don't know the others. Paradisa's a pretty popular one. Maybe the Atroma group and whoever runs that place have some kind of trade agreement.

[mikangirl]

That's not a comforting thought. We were all meant to be leaving Adstringendum, too. Though I'm the only one that fetched up here. Maybe I'm just lucky.

[huaaaaagh]

The luckiest.

[Such sarcasm. ...Unless of course the place people came from was worse than this. Hell, this could be a small paradise.]

Make the most of it, I guess.

[mikangirl]

Do what I can.

Let me know how you go with your work.

[huaaaaagh]

You got it.

[Surely if everyone puts their heads together they can figure something out eventually...]