driftfleet | 01:00

Who: Cress
Broadcast: Video
Action: around Marsiva's hospitality deck
When: a day or two after the initial intro/arrivals

[ of course, for cress, the first few hours after waking up (after the initial oh my gosh what is happening where am i is this real life) had been spent poking around the curious little communicator they'd all been given. the type isn't something she's familiar with, but it's neither too archaic nor too advanced. it's strangely familiar enough that it doesn't take her very long to figure it out, inner workings and all, though it's tough to say how much of that is her natural skill and how much of that is thanks to the handy little communications augment currently nestled behind her left ear.

the point is that she'd snooped, which means she may or may not have heard all of your previous conversations. oops!

but anyway. sometime after that, cress will finally turn on the video function of her comm. she holds it at arm's length as she aimlessly wanders around the deck of marsiva, so her background may actually be quite familiar to most. she makes quite the sight — long, unruly mess of blond hair, large blue eyes, and a dress that is a touch too small with a few singe marks here and there. when she finally addresses the network, her eyes are wide wonder. ]

What did she mean "the worlds are watching"...?

[ #priorities. ]

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[ a few minutes later she'll get a video response back from the SS Tourist. at first steve is leaning in a little too close, but eventually he shifts back and she'll get a good look at who is responding to her. his voice is calm and eyes kind despite their current situation. ]

I don't think we've figured that out yet. But it does sound like people are watching us.

I'm Steve by the way.

[incoming video from the SS Bloodsport... some pale guy wearing a lot of black leather, hey!]

Whoa, hey! Did another one show up? [he leans in closer, like that'll actually help him see her better.] Hey, hi!

[ No, not technical difficulties, this is actually looking at Cress. ]

It means you should expect that you aren't alone.

[oh! this one seems terribly interesting, so Tek goes leaning towards his screen for a better look.

dear Cress, have an absurdly pretty man with lavender eyes smirking at you from across the network.]

...Well! It means that you're a star now, didn't you know?

Screening for special occasions.

[Another one from the Bloodsport, this time a cheerful looking man with wild black hair pops into frame]

I think they mean more the 'people' on those worlds are watching, not actually the worlds themselves.

We don't really know. It seems that there might be some kind of audience, or they might have meant it in a metaphorical sense... [It's something that Nunnally has been wondering about as well]

Sort of speaks for itself, really. Worlds are watching us.

I should have known reality television would turn around and bite me in the arse eventually.

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