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Who: Ciri and you!
Broadcast: Fleetwide video.
Action: On the Marsiva! Feel free to tap her on the shoulder and say hi.
When: Nooooow, a little bit after her arrival.

[video]

[For someone who looks like she stepped out of some medieval era, Ciri doesn't seem too alarmed by all the space and technology. It's easy enough for her to figure out how to broadcast, and she peers into the camera for a moment before speaking.]

So, two questions: where can I get a sword, and how exactly are my abilities dampened, here? [Because the first thing she tried to do was teleport back to Skellige, only for a whole lot of nothing to happen. Maybe if she didn't have enemies to demolish she'd actually feel some relief about the fact that what makes her a target for so many people is gone.] I can't be the only one. Someone must be very skilled to figure out how to keep that much control over us.

And... one more thing. I don't suppose any of my companions have found themselves here. [She frowns, brow creasing with worry. It's unlikely. She knows how sudden world-hopping works... or doesn't work. Still, she must try.] Geralt? Yennefer? Triss?

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That's what I'm learning, but it never hurts to ask.

[Sighing, she stares at the monitor for a moment longer before turning towards the voice. Oh. A girl with blue hair. She's seen people with unnatural colors like that once upon a time, but the blue is very nice.]

I like your hair.

[Chloe laughs.]

Thanks. And sorry. I think we're all supposed to unarmed or some shit. It's totally stupid.

It is. [So, so stupid. Ciri rolls her eyes.] Easier to twiddle our thumbs and wait with no weapons.

Or we're less likely to go nuts and shoot open one of the windows, killing everyone on board, out of sheer fucking boredom.

[Chloe doesn't think life will be boring once she's out there on a ship, but right now, stuck in this one. Uuuuuuuugh.]

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I certainly hope they're not so delicate. [She likes the stars, but space--especially this up close and personal--is a little scary with so little separating them from it.]

Hey, bored people go crazy. And crazy people can do anything.

[She says this like she clearly knows from experience.]

You sound like you're expecting the inevitable.

[Normally Chloe would've said she totally was, and she even slips into a posture where she was about to, but something stops her. After a few seconds she grins and shrugs.]

Maybe, maybe not. I usually do, but this is a whole new world right?

Indeed. [Ciri offers her a little smile.] What's your name?

Chloe.

[The teen moved over to look out one of the windows again.]

You?

Ciri. A pleasure to meet you, Chloe.

[And maybe she doesn't need the consolation, but]

We'll be all right.

[She grinned, looking at the woman through her reflection in the window.]

Hey, this is as alright as I'm gonna get, man. I've got no room for complaints.

That's awfully chipper.

[She turned back after a second and shrugged.]

I know a lot of people are expecting to go home, right? It's not really an option for me.

What do you mean?

I mean this is it. This is my last stop.

[She thought she'd be more upset, talking about it.]

Things are about to go hella badly for me, back in Arcadia Bay. Or they already did. I'm not...sure.

[She sucks in a breath and makes an 'mm' sound. Okay. Maybe she wasn't that okay with it.]

[Oh. That... is surprising, and Ciri seems at a loss as to what to do.]

You don't know that for certain.

No I do. I absolutely do.

[She leans back against the window she had been looking out. Okay, yeah, definitely not okay. But faking it. Chloe was good at faking it.]

Which I guess is luckier than some people. I mean, I know this is it. None of that 'we might get to go home' false hope I keep seeing people talk about.

It fuckin' sucks otherwise but...eh.

[She may be good at faking it, but Ciri has a hard time believing it. Talking about such grim things does not leave one okay.]

How old are you, Chloe?

[It's not too hard to guess why the woman is asking.]

Nineteen.

[Only a little younger than herself.]

That is far too young to give up.

I didn't say I was giving up.

[Chloe frowns.]

There were options, two of them, one of them sucked for me and the other sucked for everyone else I care about.

I picked the obvious choice.

And then you found yourself here?

Yup. Better than what I was expecting, anyway.

Plus Max is here. So I mean...I really have no room to complain right now.

A friend? From home?

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