Windrose, where the wind blows

[tothefly]

Who: Windrose crew and you, distinguished visitors!
Broadcast: Naaah.
Action: Windrose, various points in the near vicinity
When: Until we get off this frozen rock

[On New Year's Day, the crew on board the Windrose and those nearby may notice the chill as the doors to the cargo bay are left open, and their captain making quite a bit of noise as she inspects their newly expanded home away from home. This is likely to go on for a while. Feel free to come investigate, chat among yourselves, complain about the cold, etc!]

Comments

[tothefly]

Nobody really knows what goes on back home. Some people think that we go right back to the moment we came from, or that the person we are here is actually just a copy of the person there. Not much use in worrying about it, I guess; nothing I can do about back home from here, yet.

They let people transfer ships, from what I hear. If you'd rather be with familiar faces, I understand, but we could use you here.

[It's a choice that should be hers to make, they get so few of them here.]

[imahologram]

[Leia would be fine--more than fine!--with that first theory, but the second makes her skin crawl. The thought that she might some kind of clone...ugh. It's unsettling.

Addressing the captain's other concern is far easier, so Leia focuses on that.]

I wouldn't leave you without ensuring someone else can take over my work. Communications is too important for that.

[tothefly]

[She isn't the only one. In fact, each theory Natasha comes up with is worse than the last. But hey, that's part of being prepared for anything, isn't it? Expecting the worst.]

[Leia's response gets her a nod, satisfied, and a smile that's small but genuine.]

I agree. Then welcome to the Windrose, Leia. We're lucky to have you.

[Hopefully we all survive, she doesn't say, but it might be more or less implied.]