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Who: Uchiha Sasuke
Broadcast: Fleetwide!
Action: Marsiva
When: This very moment.

(broadcast)

[ Sure there are bound to be the occasional less-than-thrilling broadcasts but this one may be a new low, with the camera focused in on a nondescript blob that turns out -- with some acquired distance -- to be a knee. The feed shakes then and there's the loud metallic tap tap of the device being knocked against the framework of one of the generic cots aboard the Marsiva. Tap. Tap. Tap. The only other sound is that of the painfully bland music in the background, without a word being spoken.

At least this inept user finally turns the communicator around to inspect it at another angle, granting any viewer a flash of dark and impractically spiked hair before the camera then focuses on equally shadowed eyes and a severe expression.

No, he's not going to panic. He probably already did that internally before he even tried to figure out the communicator ~~less than successfully~~. Send aid. ]

(action)

[ Sasuke will be easy to encounter either sitting on that cot and fiddling with his communicator, exploring the bay thoroughly, or staring with incredible and difficult-to-read intensity out into the murky void of space. Godspeed. ]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[ A dismissive sound. ]

From what I've heard that'll be impossible to acquire at your whim. You're asking for too much.

[a small smile]

If that ever stopped someone, the human race wouldn't have survived very long. Half of history came from people asking too much.

[it's a light enough comment, for now. From what she's gleaned from her welcome so far, she has next-to-no certainty about the Atroma and this supposed TV show they were part of, so she's not exactly endorsing revolution just yet. But it's not just a joke, either.

Even if they have no other reading material yet, that wouldn't stop her from looking once they got....wherever they were going.]

I'd imagine that our histories aren't the same, either. So far I've only found one person that actually comes from my world as I know it. [ Which is jarring as it is but in no way helped by the fact that it's someone he's not even in any way close with, just distantly aware of her existence. ]

If someone was strong enough to bring us here then I doubt they're going to spoil their surprises all because you asked nicely. But use your energy however you like.

[she arches an eyebrow at that, but let's the first part, at least, slide. She could argue that, different histories or not, the point probably still stood...but that seemed like a wholly pointless and unnecessary can of worms.

Still, she can't fully hide the faint hint of amusement at just how stubbornly ornery he seems. At least she tries? And she really (mostly) isn't trying to be condescending when she asks--]

So your plan for when we leave this ship is...what?

[ If he feels insulted by it he doesn't show it, already having devoted a significant amount of their time trapped on this ship to that particular question after all. ]

... there are still too many unanswered questions to fill in before I'm able to act. I don't want to stay here but there's also no current rush in my world for me to return, so I'm willing to do a little waiting instead of charging headfirst in a direction I haven't even chosen.

[she has to swallow a small laugh. So. Basically, they had the same plan]

That seems smart.

Do we have another choice, really?

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