001 - Video/Action - Welcome to space?

[helladoomed]

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?!

Comments

[delincuente]

This thing happened awhile back, where every night we'd have all kinds of crazy dreams about being in other people's heads. And I saw you, in hers.

[helladoomed]

[A week ago, Chloe wouldn't have believed a word of that. But now...well. She was a little more open-minded. But it was clear from her expression she wasn't happy about what she was believing. She stepped a bit closer to the monitor, not quite trying to stare the other girl down through it, but close.]

What did you see?

[delincuente]

[Alex just shrugs. It's like a really vivid dream - months later you can remember you had it, and you remember the details you thought about the next morning, but the dream itself is gone.]

Don't worry, she didn't let me see anything too personal. I can't even remember what anyone said. Just like this silent movie of a couple of cool chicks hanging out.

[helladoomed]

[Chloe isn't sure she believes that, because if their positions were reversed, she probably wouldn't have spilled everything she had seen. But...Max was behind her. The things Chloe wouldn't have want shared...the kiss, the goodbye...Max didn't even know about that.]

[So she was quiet for a good thirty seconds, without even really meaning to be as she thought it through.]

Uh. Right. Okay. [Was that a nervous smile covered up by false bravado.] Probably nothin' worth seeing anyway...

[delincuente]

[Alex catches onto Chloe's discomfort, and takes a deep breath, leaning in a little.]

Her head was, like, basically full of you, okay? You don't have anything to worry about.

[helladoomed]

Really? [This comes out, surprised and maybe slightly excited, and she catches herself a split second later and just groans, covering her face with a hand.]

Fuck.

[delincuente]

[She just smiles, pleased with herself.]

Yeah, it was pretty much the mushiest thing ever.

[helladoomed]

[Chloe uncovers her face after a few seconds, smiling in...sort of a goofy way, like she can't quite stop herself, and she leans against the side of the monitor. She doesn't really know how to process that...not combined with everything else.]

What's your uh...code thing. Private call...code thing. Phone number?

[private]

[delincuente]

Hold on, I can encrypt it. I'm communications.

[Aaaand she does so, a more mischievous smile sliding across her face.]

[private]

[helladoomed]

Handy. I'm a labrat.

[She'll wait a few seconds, and then a few more as she tries to...decide how she wants to ask this. She couldn't ask max, not directly, and she'd sort of gotten an answer but...not...]

[Finally, she sucks in a breath.]

Okay, tell me straight. Is Max seeing anybody? She's been here for months.

[perma-private]

[delincuente]

[Oooooh, that grin just grows.]

Nope! She's completely single.

[helladoomed]

[Is Chloe...relieved? Yes, she is clearly relieved. And yet...conflicted.]

Great! I mean...damn it. [Chloe sighs.] Man I am terrible at this.

[delincuente]

Dude, just talk to her. That's the only way you'll work it out. Otherwise, it's just gonna be awkward staring in the kitchen for the rest of your life. Take it from me.

[helladoomed]

It's...it's not that simple.

[Chloe has no idea how to explain.]

I'm from...about a day ahead of her, back home.

[delincuente]

[Ah.]

... And I'm guessing it's a pretty big day?

[helladoomed]

Biggest fuckin' day of my life.

[Chloe just sighs.]

Some of it was amazing. Max was. I don't know. I guess we...

[She shakes her head.]

Some of it is horrible though. No idea how to explain the good things in front of the massive, massive horrible thing.

[delincuente]

[Massive horrible thing. Alex knows a thing or two about those, and also about what happens to you afterwards.]

Listen, whether or not you want to tell her, you can't keep it to yourself. I used to be really bad about that. Something really awful happened to me, and I didn't say a word to anyone for a long time. It was stupid, and it just hurt worse in the end. Don't do that.

[helladoomed]

[That sounds like such good advice except.]

I want to tell her. I mean. I don't. I just want to tell her some of it but the rest...

You know Max. I tell her, and she's going to blame herself and feel horrible and I...can't do that to her again.

[delincuente]

If you don't tell her though, that's on you. You guys just have to work through it together.

[helladoomed]

[She groans.]

Oh sure, go and be all sensible and shit.

[delincuente]

[Sensible? Ew.]

Guess it's rubbing off on me. If you think I'm sensible, you should meet my boyfriend.

[helladoomed]

[Oh good a subject change.]

Who's he?

[delincuente]

Stefan, my first mate. You'll meet him eventually.

[helladoomed]

Oh hey, I actually talked to him already.

Man, Max's crew is all comin' out of the woodwork huh?

[delincuente]

What can I say? The fam that flies together, et cetera.