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[flickerflash]

Who: Katie and anyone!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Marsiva
When: 1st December

[Oh. Well, this is new.

The bunks are comfy enough, and it's not exactly the first time Katie has found herself in an unfamiliar place. (Is it Thursday?) But it is the first time she's woken up in one for a long time, and so she squints at the door for a long moment trying to remember what she was last doing.

Then she peels off the bunk, blanket and all, and shuffles her way out to explore. She's not particularly worried, and most confusion goes right out the window when she see the giant windows that let her see out into space because seriously. She rockets over, face smooshed against the glass. That's probably where anyone on the Marsiva can find her for a long time, because space. Spaaace. This is the best accidental visit ever.

Much later, she'll actually think to check the comms, and only when she goes looking for the one she's meant to have. She turns up on the feed still with the sheet half draped over her curls and her nose still a little red from her mushed space-watching, and addresses the network cheerfully in a British accent.]

I think I took a left turn. Are we really in space? That's not just a clever painting or something, is it? Does that mean there are spacesuits? Can I go out in it? Is anyone here that I know? And what buttons do I push to leave again? Not that I didn't turn up here on purpose, because I've always wanted to see space and I really can't jump that far. Oh, but I should probably make sure, so if you could help I'd be much obliged.

...oh, I need a sword, too. Mine ran away.

[Hello, I am nine and full of questions and lies. But genuinely, she is curious. Something is afoot.

(But space.)]

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[flickerflash]

Oh.

[Well, that's something else. She straightens and peers at him curiously.]

Are you a noble, then?

[summerschild]

[He thinks about lying, but doesn't.]

Yes. A prince as well, in truth.

[flickerflash]

[Normally she's several shades of wary around anyone that calls themselves a noble, but Bran's just a kid. It makes a lot of difference.]

Are you both princes in the same kingdom, then? Was it your brother? [Maybe things work differently in other places. Oh, but that reminds her.]

Are you related to the king here?

[summerschild]

[He shakes his head at all of it.]

There's a war. Everything changes in a war.

[flickerflash]

Why, what changed? Why are you fighting?

[summerschild]

Everyone wants the throne. It's what wars are always about - power, or greed. My sister said there can be wars about love, but I don't understand it yet.

[flickerflash]

That sounds awfully annoying to be a part of. I don't suppose you can just stop being an noble. Are you fighting to get the throne too, then?

[summerschild]

[He pales, and shakes his head.]

No. I'm not fighting.

[flickerflash]

Is someone fighting for you?

[summerschild]

Someone was.

[He's less than a day past hearing about his brother's death, and the question burns. He shakes his head, wanting to change the subject.]

What world do you come from?

[flickerflash]

[If she were a little older, she'd pick up on what he meant by that. But luckily for Bran, she just blinks at the subject change, giving it a little thought.]

That all depends on what day it is. I travel a lot, you see.

[summerschild]

To different worlds?

[flickerflash]

Lots. I've been to six so far, and they're all very different. I suppose this place is different because it's not much of a world, is it? You're all in between.

[summerschild]

What do you mean? How is this not a world?

[He just got used to there being two different worlds. This is Big News.]

[flickerflash]

Well, look around. Space is very pretty to look at, but there's nothing out there, is there? All those stars are other worlds a long, long way away. [Or suns, but eh.]

So you're travelling in between. Do you ever find other places to visit? Those are worlds.