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[214rampion]

Who: Carswell Thorne & you!
Broadcast: Fleetwide.
Action: The Marsiva.
When: 2/25.

[ This isn't his ship. That's the first thing he notices when he wakes up. Not oh no I've been kidnapped or any such thing, just that this is not the Rampion. The networks's first view of him is somewhat dignified-- he's cursing and swearing that if "they" damage "her" in anyway there'll be hell to pay and muttering a few random names including Cress, Cinder, "that guy", etc. That's about when he pauses, realizes that there's an open communicator and shuts that off for the moment.

Shortly later, he reappears, far more composed and calm. He's somewhere more public than the bunks. Possibly a hallway. ] Hello there, various [ vague hand gestures ] strangers. Lovely to meet all of you. I just have a few simple, small questions to ask. Answers or direction to a pamphlet would be greatly appreciated.

One, Where are we? Specifically in relation to, say, Earth?
Two, Has anyone seen a 214 Rampion? It's a 11.3 Class cargo ship. Yes, I realize it's likely not aboard this ship. [ pause ] Probably? How big is this place? Is there a sauna?
Three, Where can I find something edible?

Thank you for your time. [ He shuts it off. He can also be easily found wandering, as one does when they wake up on a random space ship without warning. ]

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[lunaes]

Who: Cress Darnel & everyone
Broadcast: fleetwide
Action: the marsiva
When: 2/25 super early in the morning

[ The first thing the Fleet gets from Cress is a shot of narrowed eyes and blonde curls as she kills the feed upon noticing the communicator. It's not terran or lunar tech, not the kind she's familiar with, but it's easy enough for her to navigate.

The second thing they get, some time later, comes from the viewing bay of the Marsiva, where Cress sits with her legs crossed as she hunches over the communicator, one hand continuously reaching up to fiddle with the ends of her hair and start to try to twine it around her wrist before she realizes it's not long enough for that, still. Not long enough in the way it used to be, at least.

Her hand drops, and she clears her throat. ]

I - [ She's listened in on some things and read others, watched entertainment feeds, but - ] Can someone talk to me? Please?

[ Her voice is very small and very fragile. She's trapped again, and there isn't even the familiar image of the Earth outside this viewport. It's a bigger cage than the last one, but her hands are shaky and her eyes dart around nervously, her unease clear. ]

About - about anything. Please. This is Cress - Crescent Moon - Crescent Moon Darnel. [ She has to keep correcting herself, not used to her full name, or her last name, and Cress flicks one hand, flustered. Then she tries for a smile, a little happier and more confident than she actually feels. ] We get to - um, go planetside? Am I understanding that right? This isn't -

[ Another vague sweeping hand gesture around the viewing bay, and her voice goes softer again. ]

- Nevermind. Do you have a favorite song? A favorite story? Anything. [ If the answer is "no" and she's stuck inside a spaceship without any breaks at all to that being a thing, she might actually cry, so she backtracks from the question. Without her noticing, she starts twirling some hair around one finger, biting her lip. ]