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Who: Misty Day
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Marsiva
When: January 5

[A woman wearing all black lies face up in her bunk, perfectly still, her arms straight out by her sides. It's impossible to tell if she's breathing or not, but surely she must be, right?

Right?

Watch long enough and you'll see her come alive, shooting straight up with a gasp that becomes a heart-wrenching sob. Tears stream down her face and she rocks back and forth. She's saying something over and over, but the only word that can be heard clearly is "No, no, no." This goes on for a long minute before she really seems to realize where she is.

Or rather, where she is not.]

Cordelia?!

[She scrambles out of the bed and stands in the middle of the room, calling out in her thick Louisiana accent.]

Zoe? .... Myrtle?

[She sinks back on to the bed, clutching her head in her hands, her breathing becoming increasingly labored as she tries to fight the panic.]

Shit, shit, shit. Oh God, please, help me. This ain't right at all.

[Not knowing what else to do, she assumes her prior position, closes her eyes, and starts to chant. Those from Earth might recognize it as Latin.]

Spiritu duce, in me est. [Deep breath.] Spiritu... duce. Spiritu - [Another sob and she rolls over on her side and curls into a fetal position.] No, no. I can't... I can't go back there.

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[There's something about this guy's aura too, though it's not like Souji's and it's faint, faint, far away. But it's his words that she's drawn to, more than anything else. She draws closer to the screen and ... is that a little bit of a smile trying to peek out there, behind the tears?]

Thank you. I believe He's already answered my prayer, I just didn't know it yet.

Is that so? [Stefan returns the smile, and the relief on his face is more than a little evident] I'm glad. Even if this isn't my idea of Paradise.

Um, has anyone explained the whole situation to you yet?

Not my idea either, but I've seen hell and this certainly ain't it.

[Said completely seriously.]

Bits n' pieces. Some people named Atroma want us for their reality TV show? And we're in space. Don't make much sense to me but they can keep me long as they like.

[He'll blink back surprise - that's gotta be a story - but he'll set it aside for more pressing concerns.]

That's the short version. Everyone starts out on the Marsiva before getting placed onto a smaller ship. They call it "getting shuffled."

Every other month, we'll visit a planet, and in-between, there're waystations we can land on, but... for the most part, we're not hitting Earth anytime soon.

Well, hey that ain't too bad! Never thought someone like me would ever get to be an astronaut! [Her smile gets a little bigger. Take that Madison Montgomery, you stuck up bitch. Then suddenly a thought hits her and her eyes get real big.] Are there like... aliens and shit?

[He hesitates for about a second and a half] Kind of. I've never seen any little green Martians, but we've got people from a ton of different planets.

You'll run into them soon enough. Most of them are human, just. You know, not from Earth.

That's so cool. But you're from Earth right? What's your name?

Right. [His American accent gave him away, didn't it?] I'm Stefan Salvatore. It's good to meet you, though I wish the circumstances were slightly better.

[Certainly no more than hers does.]

Nice to meet you, Stefan. My name's Misty. Misty Day.

You've got a pretty name, Misty.

[He means it too!]

I can't come over, unfortunately, so this is kind of the best I can do. If you need anything - even a Psalm or someone to talk God with - let me know.

Well, ain't you sweet! I may just take you up on that.

[Her smile falters.]

Been a while since I had anybody to talk to about that stuff.

I can imagine. It's been a while for me too, but even then...

["I'm not Christian anymore." But he'll leave that part aside for now.]

I can't say I believe in Him any less, you know? Faith gives us hope while we're all drifting from planet to planet. [pause] Well, Atroma knows our path. It's the rest of us left in the dark.

[She nods. She does know. Maybe she's not exactly Christian anymore either - least not like she used to be. But it was never really God she stopped trusting in.]

Faith is the most important thing. If I had ever stopped believing... I don't know how I would have kept going.

It really is. [His expression softens] I know this may not be relevant until the end of the week, but on a ship called the Iskaulit, there's a room for prayer and meditation. And tea, if you like it.

There's not a lot of us on the Fleet, and honestly, most of us believe in multiple gods, but it's always there for you.

I like the sound of that. [A full-on church isn't really her style but a nice little meditation room would be almost ideal - a forest would be best of course, but she imagines that's difficult to manage in space. She gives Stefan a grateful smile.] Thank you.

Edited 2016-01-11 19:13 (UTC)

No problem. I'm still working on the final touches, so who knows? It might be done for real when you're ready.

[He really hopes so, anyway. This center has been in progress for close to way too long in his book.]

Well if there's anything I could do to help...

[She doesn't know what exactly she can do but she wants to offer anyway.]

I'll let you know. Promise.

[His smile grows more genuine - he appreciates the offer, really.]

It's all small stuff, like getting the last floor cushions and stocking the tea cart.

That's wonderful! As soon as I get off the Marsiva, I'll be sure to visit.

That would be great. I'll be sure to keep an eye out for you, inshallah.

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