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[ragazzina]

Who: Suzie and YOU!
Broadcast: Fleetwide Video!
Action: On The Marsiva, newly arrived!
When: Afternoon, November 28th

[The view from the personal communicator broadcasting this particular message is — well, it's two things, really. One is that it's capturing a lovely, albeit partially-obscured view of the Marsiva, which also appears to be moving along at an ambling walking pace that's indicative of someone wandering around. The other is that whoever's responsible for this particular broadcast evidently missed the memo about appearing in it, because she's nowhere in sight.

All of which presumably adds up to the logical (and correct) conclusion: the communicator got shoved in a pocket and turned on by mistake, and here we are, granting the fleet an impromptu and oblivious tour of the Hospitality Deck and its sights and relative lack of sounds.]

...Helloooooo? Hello, perdonami! Um...if someone's there, I think there's been a...mistake...

[Wandering, wandering. Time to go look down the medical wing's corridor in search of human life, and be utterly disappointed.]

Hello? Someone in charge, can I speak with you, please? Someone? I can't be here right now, the boat's going to leave without me — it takes thirty minutes to get back, if I miss it I'll be stuck waiting a whole hour! I can't wait a whole hour, there's chores, the laundry won't get done if I'm not — I think I might've left the gas on, is someone theeeeeeeeere?

[The video meanders again; now we're over by the windows, evidently peering out into the void.]

Ohhhhhh, this isn't going to be good, if everyone comes back and I'm not there...

[A pause.]

Oh, no! Can Air Supplena even get phone calls or telegrams from outer space?!

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[ragazzina]

[And sure enough, along she goes, keeping easy pace with Lisa Lisa like it's old practiced habit — which it probably is.]

It — oh!

[Oh, well then, this is good news!]

I'm so relieved! And, um — it doesn't seem like there's anybody on this ship who's responsible for answering questions, but there's a place for food, and the big windows, and some idle things to do...it's like they're all things to keep people busy while they wait for something...

[hitbyakar]

That's exactly what they are.

[ Sharp as always, Suzie. ]

This is a holding space. Once a week the people on board are sent to other, smaller ships that travel together in a collective fleet.

[ragazzina]

So then...sooner or later we'll be sent out of here, too. To one of those ships...

[Which, of course, raises an urgent question.]

U-Um. Well, of course, if we stay together then they'll have to put us on the same smaller ship, right? That's just...it's more efficient, two at once like that, that'd make sense, right?

[hitbyakar]

[ It would, but she isn't sure it works that way. ]

Perhaps. It seems we are able to put in paperwork to transfer if that isn't the case, however, and there are even smaller personal vessels that can travel between them.

[ She isn't sure what to expect from the other people of this fleet; it'd make her feel better if Suzie was by her side in case there were some .... more dangerous passengers. ]

[ragazzina]

Mmm! Then no matter what, even if the worst happens, I'll make absolutely sure to find a way to where you are! So everything will still be taken care of, just the same as always!

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[hitbyakar]

[ Damn it, Suzie, why do you have to be so cute. Her lips quirk up into a small smile. ]

I appreciate it, Suzie.

[ She'll do what she can on her end to make sure that happens, too -- not because she needs things taken care of, but because it's Suzie. She glances over at the girl beside her ... ]

[hitbyakar]

[ ... and looking at her face reminds her of something. It seems like centuries ago at this point, but for her, it was only yesterday, wasn't it? ]

... Am I mistaken, or did those marks on your face disappear overnight?

[ragazzina]

...Oh, that...

[She ducks her head a little, possessing too much respect for Lisa Lisa to exactly turn away from her outright, but evidently left feeling awkward by the topic, just the same.]

No...you're not wrong. The truth is, I feel...well, better than I should be, I think. The marks are gone, and there's no...

[She hesitates, and then finally just sort of blurts out:]

Nothing hurts the way it did before...so...

[hitbyakar]

[ She stops walking for a moment, looking Suzie over carefully. She wants to check and see if there's anything left of the wound on her feet, from the battle with Kars, but ... best not to worry Suzie about it. She'll look at it later, when she's alone. ]

... I'm glad you're feeling better.

[ The fact that she is is suspicious as all hell, but ... ]

Have you met others, on this ship?

[ragazzina]

Just a robot, so far! But he seems all right, despite that. A little hard to talk to, too, but maybe that's just how robots are...?

[Baffling. But in any case.]

Oh, and you, of course! Did you find someone to talk to, too?

[hitbyakar]

Just you.

[ A robot, though ... ? ]

What sort of robot?

[ Because if they are stuck on this ship with Von Stroheim, so help her ... ]

[ragazzina]

One that looked a lot like a person! But he had strange eyes...oh! And he said he was from a city I've never heard of, Z-City. I don't think he'd heard of Venezia, either...

[Let's see, what else...]

He seemed young? Maybe about Jojo or Caesar's age...

[hitbyakar]

[ Yeah, she's never heard of a Z-City, either. But at least this guy seems decent, if his worst crime is never having heard of Venice before. ]

I'll have to pay him a visit as well, after we look through this place.

[ragazzina]

Sure! If we see him, I'll point him out, but either way I think he's pretty easy to find.

[hitbyakar]

[ She'll nod. Good! ]

Was there anything else you noticed that was out of place?

[ragazzina]

...There's no food. Um — no, I mean, there's no real food, it's all just this weird glue-like stuff.

But, um, other than that...haha, I haven't had much time to sort things out yet...