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[whatitis]

Who: Carlos; OTA!!
Broadcast: Everyone
Action: Anyone on the Marsiva, if you wanna find him!
When: Any time from 1/26 to the Saturday Shuffle, really.

[Carlos is many things, but primarily confused, and partially scared. Luckily, though, he's also pretty adaptive, and he manages to find the broadcast-y technology pretty early on in his...well, he wouldn't call it panic, but most people would.]

[He looks tired, first and foremost, but also curious. Exceedingly curious.]

...Hey-o. This is sure...a situation--hold on, pretend that didn't happen.

[There's a shuffling of the camera before he shows up again, now bearing a blinding smile that's closer to a grimace.]

Hi, this is Carlos? If there's anyone, y'know, out there...hi! Oh, I'm no good at this kind of business. Just, um, if someone could drop me a line on what's happening, that would be capital-A appreciated.

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[whatitis]

Yeah, I did. I'm guessing you asked because you've been exposed to a similar experience? Neat. Good to know I'm not alone--both literally, as I'm not the only person here, and also that I'm not alone in my strange experiences.

[Yeah, he's definitely a bit of a blabbermouth. Just a bit.]

I'm Carlos. I'm, uh, a scientist? Who're you?

[helladoomed]

They said everybody wakes up here, so it's not just us.

[Did he seriously just say 'neat?' Jesus.]

Chloe. ...Not a scientist. Just Chloe.

[whatitis]

That's what I figured. I've heard about a whole fleet out there!

[Hey, there's worse weird catchphrases to have. Like, just as an arbitrary example, "wowsers". Who says that?]

Well, I'm just plain glad to meet you, Chloe.

[helladoomed]

Yeah. We get...'shuffled' out onto one of them this weekend, they said.

[Ooh, better not say that out loud. His perfect and beautiful hair would not save him.]

Thanks? [Weird.] Most people with fancy titles aren't all that interested in running into some punk girl.

[whatitis]

Shuffled? What an interesting term to use.

[It was only a hypothetical, because nobody ACTUALLY says wowsers, right?]

And, oh, I don't really have many fancy titles. I'm just a scientist. And a professor. And a doctor. And a mister. Nothing special, there.

[helladoomed]

That's what they called it.

[She rolls her eyes.]

Oh yeah, no titles at all there. Just...what, four of them?

[whatitis]

Four plain titles. Nothing fancy.

[helladoomed]

Whatever you say, man.

[Chloe just grins, she's not gonna argue.]

So are you gonna science us out of here then, Mr Science man?

[whatitis]

Hoping so. I need to get my bearings before I can get to much sciencing, though.

[helladoomed]

Well...the ship, far as I can tell, is pretty easy to figure out. It's kind of like a hotel lobby.

Not a whole lot to see.

[whatitis]

It does appear to be fairly uniform, all around. However...it seems as though we'll be removed from it soon enough.

[helladoomed]

Yup. Sent off to one of those other weirdo ships. My friend Max is out there on one.

You know anybody here?

[whatitis]

No, not that I've seen yet. I was kinda hoping my boyfriend would be here, but no luck. Yet.

[helladoomed]

Maybe he just hasn't noticed you're here yet?

[She'd found Max, so...why not?]