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Who: Makie and you guys
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Marsiva
When: This evening

[Makie wakes feeling more relaxed and a lot clearer than she has in a long time. It's enough that, for a time, she just stays in bed. An odd bed, a very soft one. Given she'd spent a year sleeping on the floor-- and her last memories-- it's a luxury she indulges in.

She knows this is an unfamiliar place. She just doesn't care.

Eventually she pushes the coverlet back and stands, collects her shawl from the stand nearby and settles it across her shoulders. Her clothes are clean and in good repair. That's interesting. The shamisen is there and she picks it up, freezing for a moment as she registers the difference in weight. Notes it, dismisses it. She doesn't...need it here, does she?

It's not until she explores that she begins to feel the first confusion. This is not at all what she would have expected, alien and unfamiliar walls and machinery. Not only that, the more she exerts herself the more the heaviness in her lungs becomes more pronounced, and eventually she sinks into a nearby chair to get her breath back. She's better than she was by far, but she's still sick. She shouldn't still be sick. Surely.

All right, then.

After a while, unnerved by the silence and emptiness of the place, she begins playing her shamisen. If she'd explored a little more, she might have found others, but she's tired. If there are others, they can come to her instead.]

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[Eventually, a broadcast. It's short and to the point and delivered in a thin, tired voice by a Japanese woman in a kimono with exceedingly pale skin.]

I understand this is no longer Adstringendum. [She still stumbles over that name, even after a year. Too many damn consonants. And then her tone turns wry.] It is also very clearly not the land of the dead, and this communicator is... familiar.

I apologise as you've no doubt heard these questions many times before, but I should like to know where I am and why.

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[He shakes his head.]

Everyone who died made it out. We're okay. Got a little help along the way, but we beat it. After that, Castiel and everyone involved in the ritual re-opened the gates, and we were allowed to leave to whatever world we wanted.

Last I saw you, you were taking Lilly with you.

[....perfect ending. He's not just saying that to make her feel better...is he?]

I have something to look forward to.

[She's not so much replying as quietly realising it herself.]

[He nods, smiling.]

If the usual theory is still accurate, if you were to vanish here you'll go back to Adstringendum — because you're that far back in your own personal timeline.

[She relaxes completely, looking much more at peace. Possibly even slightly less depressing, except for the ghastly pallor of her skin.]

Thank you, Sam. That's... very good to hear.

I suppose we're all just biding time, then.

We are, for sure. Just need to strap in and hold on like we usually do.

At least this place isn't a dead creepy wasteland full of shadows, right?

No. And I understand there's no shortage of food or water, either.

I think I might miss the sunlight, though.

Yeah... Yeah, definitely.

If it helps, we do at least stop at planets, from time to time. The last one was unfortunately very, uh... cold. but it had a lot of beautiful sights.

So I've heard. [She smiles faintly.] I don't think a very cold planet would agree with me. But I look forward to other visits.

I'm sure we'll come across something decent eventually.

If you need anything, though, you know how to reach me.

I do. Thank you, Sam.

It's... good to see you again.

[Though she only saw him a couple days ago, really. But then again, she didn't think she'd see anyone again at all.]

[He nods, smiling.]

Good to see you, too.

See you around.

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