uncomfortable questions + action

[takeabow]

Who: Nova + U
Broadcast: Video
Action: On SS First Breath or planetside
When: now

[ a video pops up. Nova is looking mmmmore rested than she has in previous videos, but thoughtful and slightly distant ]

I have a weird question... have you ever met someone in one of these places who's supposed to be dead? Or... I guess, are you? How do you know?

[ she's also available to be found just outside of town on the dusty moon, or back on her ship later ]

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[mucked]

Time and history. [ she repeats. ] Malleable.

[ and although peggy doesn't care to talk about herself: ] Here, I've met a man whose death report I'd read and signed myself. Only now he seems to be living someone else's life. The face is the same but the details don't match. I wonder how it's possible.

[ is the problem metaphysical? or astronomical? cosmic? ]

[takeabow]

[ she realizes this is rude to ask but... ]

Did you see him die?

[mucked]

Heavens, no. [ -- though she shudders to think on it. reading the report had been damning enough. and the young woman's rudeness doesn't seem to register. ]

There was a war going on, and his death was in the field. My role was more -- well, administrative.

[ she undersells herself by design. peggy isn't keen to mark herself out as an agent of any sort. ]

[takeabow]

Things can happen. Misunderstandings.

[mucked]

True enough. [ ahem. ] But no, I wasn't there.

[takeabow]

...Right.

Anyway. I don't really have answers for any of this stuff. It's just weird.

And I guess I'm kind of jealous that the girl I met got to spend time with my friends.

[mucked]

I can't fault you for that. [ a quick pause. ] I imagine I'd feel much the same.

[takeabow]

Anyway. It's kind of a heavy topic. We don't have to talk about it.

I'm Nova.

[mucked]

Nova? [ -- new, or like to do with the stars? that gives her pause. ] What a pretty name.

Call me Peggy.

[takeabow]

[ she softens, just slightly, at the compliment ]

It's not really my name. I mentioned I was somewhere else before here. I kind of lost my memories there, and before I regained them, I needed a name.

My real name is Katniss. Katniss Everdeen. But I feel... really far from home, so I'm fine with Nova.

[mucked]

[ katniss is an equally pretty sort of moniker, but peggy refrains from lashing the cream on too thickly. overt sweetness can often spoil a blooming acquaintanceship. ]

Nova it'll be, then. A kind take on a new beginning.

[takeabow]

Thanks.

My team had a space theme, I guess.

[mucked]

-- Is that how names were divvied up? By team?

[takeabow]

Well, not really. We were assigned to teams by color, and our teammates usually helped us think of names, if we didn't remember our own.

[mucked]

And was forgetting them a common experience?

[takeabow]

The primary one, really. We only had one memory when we arrived. Sometimes it included your name, or someone recognized you, but most of the time you had almost nothing.

[mucked]

It sounds heartbreaking. [ dour. ]

[takeabow]

[ shrugs ]

You just keep moving. What else can you do?

[mucked]

[ ah, determination. it's a fine quality to witness. ]

Have you got anyone else here you'd known from...before, Miss Nova?

[takeabow]

[ softens slightly ]

Well, not from home. But I showed up with the guy I'm seeing.

[mucked]

Fortuitous. And likely more than a small comfort, given the circumstances.

[takeabow]

Yeah.

I don't sleep well so it's... nice to have him around.

[mucked]

And I imagine he must feel quite the same way about having you nearby.

[ she can be a bit of a romantic. at times. ]

[takeabow]

Maybe. He's a good guy.

[ Nova is definitely blushing a bit ]

[mucked]

[ oh, she refuses to allow any falter in her voice. prim and precise, she answers: ] Hold onto him. The good ones are so rare and so very wonderful.