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[princessia]

Who: Elize Lutus & YOU?
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: SS Huntress (or whatever ship that Elize winds up being invited to)
When: Now - October 4th

Umm... hello, everyone.

[ The broadcast opens up with Elize sitting in her personnel room. Some drawings done by her and Cole can be seen hanging on the wall in the background, along with a little painting of pink flowers. On the desk is a small stack of even more paintings. Very rarely does Elize broadcast her own fleet wide posts on her own will. She finds it somewhat easier to speak one-on-one on other posts, not so much when it's broadcast to a fleet of people.

The little girl has her hands propped on her lap, shifting uncomfortably in her chair. Her cheeks are slowly turning a faint red as she records herself. She'd prefer not to make any posts, but she feels it needs to be done at this time. ]

Some of the Huntress crew went back home. My friend, Shirley, too. She left behind these paintings that she got from the previous planets and stations, I think?

[ She lifts one of the art pieces from her desk to show it off. Looks like it might be a painting of some sort of plant from a different planet...? Who knows. ]

I thought I should share these. I think Shirley would like it if I did that. [ And it's something for everyone to remember her by. ] If anyone wants one, you can visit the Huntress or if you want, I can go to you. Just let me know.

[ That's about all she wanted to say. She gives a little wave goodbye to the camera, then ends the recording. ]

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[stefanged]

[So his worst thoughts were confirmed. Shirley really is gone, and there's no telling when or if she'll return.

When Stefan switches his feed on, his tone's as gentle and soft as possible, so not as to startle her:] That's really kind of you.

If you're alright with sharing one of them, I wouldn't mind stopping by your ship. Would it be possible for me to meet you there in roughly fifteen minutes?

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[princessia]

Umm...

[ Not startled, but she shifts slightly in her seat again. There's obviously replies going to be pouring in and even when she was expecting it, she can't help but continue to feel shy and awkward. ]

Yes. That's fine. I'll be here.

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[stefanged]

Thank you. I'll see you soon.

[He gives her a smile, this time more genuine because oh gosh, she's adorable. No wonder she and Shirley were close! Stefan's true to his word, too: in about fifteen minutes, he's on the Huntress, looking for the young lady he'd talked to earlier -- and when he spots her, he tries really, really hard to seem as non-intimidating as possible by giving her a wave.]

Hey.

[princessia]

[ Elize had been waiting out in the corridor a few minutes earlier, making herself easy to find. The paintings are left back in her personnel room, which isn't too far off.

When she sees the familiar face from the broadcast earlier, she offers a smile. A somewhat awkward, tiniest of smiles. She's trying to be braver, better herself at communicating with other people. Though there's a bit of nervous sway of her arms. ]

Hello... were you Shirley's friend, too?

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[serves]

[Cullen waits until she's done broadcasting to walk behind her and put his hands on her tiny shoulders, looking down at her with a fond smile.]

You did a fine job.

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[princessia]

[ She looks up, giving a smile a return. Her cheeks are still flushed rather red from embarrassment. That felt tough, but she did it! ]

Did I, really?

[serves]

Shirley would be impressed. I know I am.

[Even he doesn't like broadcasting to the network. It's different than talking to his soldiers.]

I hope you picked out some paintings for yourself.

[princessia]

I still have the one she gave me when we first met.

[ Which she'll treasure forever. She lowers her gaze, her expression returning to a sad frown. She sighs. ]

I miss her...

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[catamite]

[Nel's kind of been staying off of the frequencies lately. but this prompts him to immediately flip on his video feed.

his eyes are big with surprise, making him look younger than he is, and he just stares for a minute before speaking.]

...Shirley's gone?

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[princessia]

[ The staring brings her lower her gaze shyly, away from the direct eye contact with the broadcast. ]

...Yes. Were you a friend of hers?

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[catamite]

[he just nods a little, and fidgets with the edging around the screen of his communicator for a minute.]

...You're sure she's not just... sleeping, or whatever?

[someone has only a loose grasp on how things work around here concerning when people go missing.]

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[princessia]

[ She nods dejectedly, still avoiding look at the screen. Only recently she learned what happens to people when they go missing and she's certain that Shirley went home. Cole told her that Solas went home when he went missing... it's the same, she thinks. ]

I'm sure. I would have seen her.

[nextlineis]

Don't you think you should keep that stuff? I mean, it's nice of you to share, but it'd be a good way to remember you friend, right?

[princessia]

I have the painting she gave to me when we first met. I think her other friends on the fleet could use something to remember her too.

[nextlineis]

Alright... [That seems fair and reasonable.] Just don't give too much away, okay?

[princessia]

I'll try not to...

[ She's not too sure how many of Shirley's friends will answer or how many of the people that knew her are still around. ]

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[tobeajedi]

She's been sent back? [Even if it's where she's meant to be, it's still sad--Vima liked her.] I don't think I should take anything, but is it all right if I come look? I didn't know she collected art.

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[princessia]

Feel free to come over. She collected them to brighten up her room.

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[wolfuncaged]

[Aww, Elize. He frowns softly, listening, paying attention. ]

I am sorry for the loss of your friend and crew. It is good of you, to share her work.

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[princessia]

I don't know how often people come back... but I hope I can see her again, someday.

[ It hurts to think about how she might leave any moment. Cullen. Or anyone else left on the crew. ]

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[wolfuncaged]

Well, it often seems to be luck. Sometimes, they come back, sometimes they do not. What is important is that your memory of them does not fade. If you remember them, then they are never truly gone.

[Not like the person he once was, not like his mother, not the countless people he knew before the branding. They, he does not remember, and so they are gone. Forever. Memory is important. ]

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[princessia]

I know... I'll remember them. Everyone, for as long as it takes.

[ Elize doesn't have many memories. Too much of it buried in the back of her mind or long forgotten. She'll cling onto the memories she made on the fleet. Still, it saddens her. There are a lot of people she'd really like to stay with... if only she could.

She heaves a small sigh, resting her elbow on her desk and her head on her hand. ]

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[notkittenaround]

[ She approaches without hesitation when she hears the message. Losing even a new companion to the unknown aches, and she is yet familiar with the deeper grief of losing those known long. ]

Might I come in?

[princessia]

[ She looks up from her desk, hands propped in her lap. She's not doing much at the moment, only patiently listening into her communicator should any more of Shirley's friends speak up. Having to share the bad news is tough. ]

Marhi? ...Yes, of course. You're welcome here.

[notkittenaround]

[ She steps forward until she's close, tail low with regret. ]

You give much, but is there anything you need? I might search the planet for it, if ships alone lack.