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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.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Thank you! When I'm off this boat, I plan to do as much explorin' as I can, so I'm sure I'll meet loads of new people. How many are here anyway?

Um... I never counted! But enough so that a bunch of spaceships all have crews... It seems like a lot of people come and go from here!

[Living with lots of people... she isn't used to that either. It's a relief in one way, not to be alone, but the prospect is daunting at the same time.]

How big are the crews?

Um... It depends on the ship! I think some only have roon for six people... but none of them have room for more than ten! I think.

Oh that sounds like a good size. Not too big, not too small either. Like Goldilocks.

That's right! I like the way you think, Misty...

...except now I'm hungry for porridge!

[As if on cue, Misty's own stomach rumbles. When was even the last time she ate? She can't remember.]

Food. That's a good idea... where can I get some?

[He smiles sheepishly.]

Oh! You're on the Marsiva, so you can get some real food. You just have to find the main room, and there should be a door to the cafeteria there. Bon appetit!