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001 - Video/Action - Welcome to space?

Who: Chloe Price and open!
Broadcast: Fleetwide, accidental
Action: For people on the Marsiva, if they like!
When: Right now! And on until shuffle

[There was a young woman with blue hair passed out on the floor of Marsiva. She looks maybe nineteen or twenty, her clothing seems to be a tad damp, and she shifting occasionally as if having a nightmare of some kind.]

-on't you forget about me..

[The words come out in a mumble against the floor, and maybe it's the way they sound in a spaceshiip that yanks her out of her sleep, but a second later her eyes flare open and she sits up in a shock.]

WAIT I- What? [Whatever she was expecting, the Marvisa was clearly not it, and after a quick, panicked look around, she scrambles to her feet.]

Okay, calm down. Maybe this a good thing. Okay. Okay [She is clearly talking to herself, with no idea anyone is watching. Trying to calm herself down, probably.] Still alive. What does that even...

[She finally seems to have noticed a nearby window and the void of space beyond it because she freezes, then immediately darts over to it, staring out for a long breath, one hand coming up to press against the glass, making sure it was there.]

...What the fuck. Am I in space?!

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[ Dean visibly flinches which every knock, staring at her like she's crazy (she is), shoulders bunching up more and more like a cat that doesn't know why somebody is pointing a cucumber at it because who the hell even does that, those sickos?! Cats don't like cucumbers, and Dean belongs on the ground, and he's only been on this space odyssey for a couple hours and it's already a goddamned nightmare. ]

You don't know that!

[ He scolds, the same voice he'd use to tell someone to put a gun down, or to hit the breaks before their car goes sailing off a cliff. ]

What if it's got a... a hairline crack in it, and you playing knock knock brings the whole thing down!

[Oh god, the poor guy really was terrified wasn't he. She almost felt bad about knocking on the window. Almost. And not bad enough not to do it again. Thump thump.][Sorry Dean. Maybe Chloe wasn't the most reassuring person to meet.]

[ Okay, that is IT. If Dean's going to die on this thing, it's going to be trying to escape it, not because Smurfette here thought banging on the one window in the place would be good for a laugh. He raises his hands and gestures sharply, like he could stop her just by cutting through the air. ]

Okay, enough! Alright? You proved your point.

[ Dean lies, because he's still positive that if she keeps knocking on that thing, they're all going to die. ....But even if they won't, seriously, what's wrong with her?? When you're this many miles off the ground, YOU DON'T TAKE STUPID CHANCES, DAMN IT. ]

[Hey, when you've cheated death as many times as she has, you start getting banal about it. Sort of. But she actually laughs at his gesture....and stops knocking on the window, at least.]

You look like you're about to lose your shit man.

[She turns away from the window. She kept coming back to these as she wandered around.]

Far as I can tell, there's nothing in here.

[ Maybe that's how it is for her, but Dean's died more times than he likes to think about. And the promise of a violent death doesn't scare him any less. If anything, it scares him more. At least she stopped with the knocking. Dean relaxes, hands dropping, shoulders loosening, expression evening out. ]

Yeah, well... It's not the nothing in here I'm worried about. It's the nothing out there.

[ He chances a glance back toward the window and immediately rolls his head back around. Alright, no more looking that way. There's nothing left in his stomach, but like hell he wants to tempt fate and see what comes up. He tries to look at the girl, but she's still too close to the window for comfort, so he focuses on the wall behind her instead, away from the dark void of endless space. Close enough. ]

So, you're new to, uh... to space, too? You seemed pretty excited.

[She shrugs again.] Why would whatever happened bring us here just to blast us out into space?

[Logic. Sort of.]

Yup. First time. Figured like...Man I don't even fuckin' know what I figured. Never even really thought about space before, you know?

Not like it was a place.

[Yes she's excited. Wait until the boredom kicks in.]

[ There are a couple of reasons Dean can think of. Hell, he was all but begging to be to shot to the moon just a day ago. But then this kid doesn't seem to have the kind of reasons Dean's got, so he doesn't offer any possible explanations for it. Whatever reason they're here, they'll find out soon enough, he's sure. ]

Yeah, I hear you.

[ Personally, Dean would've died happy never thinking about space like this, but in terms of the trauma he's got.... Oh, this is up there, but there's been worse. She's right, though. There's nothing. No guns, no monsters... Nothing obvious, anyway. It's freaking Dean out, that kind of quiet. He looks around briefly like the kind of paranoid guy he is before going back to half-looking at her. ]

I'm Dean. ...So what do you mean "whatever happened"? You don't think it was a "who"?

Chloe.

[He gets a little mock salute from her, and she walks away from the window, shrugging as she looks around.]

I don't know. It could be people, sure. I guess I'm kinda used to...never mind.

It's been a weird-ass week, man.

[ Oh thank god. Dean's all too glad to turn away from that portal into the black wilderness of empty space, and he can finally get a good look at her once she's walking the other way. ]

You're telling me.

[ He had one hell of a week himself, one he is not anxious to talk about. And from the sound of it, neither is she. It makes him worry a little, though. Nobody should be used to something so close to being kidnapped. ...Or zapped into another reality, or stuck in a dream, or whatever it is happened to them. ]

At least from the look of it, whatever it was doesn't want us dead. Like you said... It's just a whole lot of nothing. Makes for pretty crappy TV if you ask me, but hey, what do I know? I hate reality shows, but they just keep making new ones.

[On closer look, she's a little ragged around the edges. Clothes aren't damp anymore but they have that slightly slick look that stuff always keeps after it gets drenched but not washed. Blue hair, skinnier than is probably healthy, and maybe nineteen or twenty.]

You talk to anybody on the things yet?

[She points at one of the monitors.]

[ The kind of girl who looks like she needs taking care of, but hates getting told what to do, and goes off on her own a lot, and gets into trouble she can't get out of. Just Dean's favorite. ]

What, the TVs?

[ Dean looks at the monitor she points at, and back to her like she's crazy. TVs talk to you, not the other way around. And he's been listening to their propaganda for the last few hours. Nice little jingles. Comforting, like those old 1950's commercials telling you how to avoid radiation from a nuclear fallout by closing your windows. The same kind of crap.

But no, why would he talk back to a screen? ]

I think they're kinda big phones, actually.

[Chloe had no real idea how to turn them on though.]

Talked to a couple people through them, but only when they uh...called me?

Like FaceTime.

[ See? Dean knows that that's a thing. ...He's got no clue how to use it, but he knows what it is. And it's like that. Using the phone with video. Seems useful, even if he never bothered with it. ]

Can't help you.

[ He hasn't bothered with the communicators either, so he's no use to you there. Sorry, Chloe. ]

But if you need some tips on how to defend yourself... That I can do.

[ And even if she shoots him down because she already knows, that's fine, too. Different means, same ends. As long as she's not running around this place blind, Dean'll be satisfied. As good as he's going to feel without finding himself some real weapons, anyway. ]

Uh. Sure. If you're a hipster nerd.

[She shakes her head.]

Nah I'm cool man, I've got a...

[She goes to reach into the back of her waistband for her gun...only there's nothing there.]

What?

[Now she's desperately checking all her pockets, practically giving herself a patdown.]

What the fuck where is it?

[ "Hipster nerd." Alright. Dean's eyebrows raise at that, but he doesn't offer any kind of argument. Too bad he's not fifteen years younger, or she'd be the kind of girl he'd want to hang around a bar and shoot pool with. Younger and, you know, still on Earth. The whole space reality TV star thing kind of turns Dean of from wanting to kick back and have a good time, no matter how cool somebody is.

When she mentions it, he still thinks she's talking about something about as deadly as mace, though. Still, he can empathize. ]

Yeah, they took all my bells and whistles, too.

[ He doesn't sound happy about it, but he sounds a hell of a lot less bothered by his missing stuff than he is of that window behind him, which he can still feel looking at him, even though he's not facing it. It's still there, cold and empty and making his skin crawl. ]

But you've got the whole Kate Winslet, Eternal Sunshine kind of look going on. One of those "thinks for herself, kicking ass and taking names" types, right? You already know how to disable somebody that grabs for you. Don't you?

[She gives up patting after a full minute and sighs.] They took my gun man.

[She is so sad. She liked having that gun.]

[She finally focuses on what he's actually saying though.]

Uh. Yeah, pretty much. I mean, not like, officially or any shit like that. But I've been in my share of fights.

[ Dean nods, lips all pushed up, but he ends up shaking his head. ]

Man, thought I'd feel better after hearing that, but I just feel worse.

Fights, alright, sure. No argument there. But what's a kid like you need a gun for?

Took yours too, huh?

[What is with this stupid ship...]

Uh. [She shrugs.] Protectin' myself from life man. It's a shit hurricane out there.

[Not that it had worked.]

[ Well, protecting yourself is the best reason anybody could have, if ask Dean. Of course this place couldn't load up on criminals and monsters. It had to take kids like her instead. Goddamned aliens. ]

You're a hunter?

[ Maybe she is, maybe not, but he won't know until he asks, and if she's not, he can play it off easy enough. ]

What? No! Dude, hunting is hella gross.

[Hippie liberal, sorry Dean.]

Life. People. Crazy nutbag serial killers and rich creepy perverts.

[Two separate people in fact.]

[ Man, Chloe, you just lots a whole ton of cool points for that hunting remark. It's a shame, because Dean was really starting to like you. Ah well. ]

Crazies, I'll give you. But that other thing seems pretty specific.

[ Not that it's any of Dean's business, and it seems pretty personal, so he doubts she wants to talk about it. He moves on. ]

Look, Chloe. My cell's busted, but we have these, uh, communicator things. I'll be looking for a way off of this thing, and any kind of weapon I can find. In the meantime, if you get into any trouble, you call me, alright? If I'm nearby, I'll come running.

Yeah, pretty specific sums it up.

[And no she didn't really feel like sharing. Sorry dean.]

Uh.

[He clearly hadn't gotten the information dump from the various people on the monitors yet.]

Yeah, thanks? I mean, I can take care of myself. But...there's no way off this ship. Not till the weekend.

[ Reality TV in space. He got the gist and stopped listening after that. Because, you know, space aliens is about all he needs to know.

Or thought he needed to know. So much for being the helpful one here. ]

Weekend? What's happening on the weekend?

We get sent to some ship out there. Max said it's random, we just kind of...wind up on one of them.

No clue how though. But it happens once a week?

Random, and it just "happens." Oh, that sounds pleasant.

[ That's just what Dean wants, to get beamed up with some mystery Scotty at the wheel. No way. Not a chance. He'll find a way off this thing before then, for sure. But in the meantime... He refocuses on the problem in front of him. Not gonna freak out about it in front of the kid. ...Not again, anyway. ]

Who's Max? Friend of yours?

001 - Video/Action - Welcome to space?

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