+1 unhappy time traveler

[nostraightlines]

Who: Ramse and YOU
Broadcast: fleetwide
Action: SS Starstruck, if you want to come and find him
When: soon after the shuffle!

[ To say that Ramse is displeased is an understatement. This is the second time he's been yanked from one world to another, and where the first was actually an improvement, this second place is... not. Outerspace. Really. Really?! They don't even have space travel in his time, though he knows that in the past people made it as far as the moon. Nothing like this. His outrage at being taken is the overwhelming thing, though. He was happy in Eudio, where there was food and people he cared for. They told him they were sending him home (something he already had mixed feelings about) and instead he's here. Having to learn a new way of life all over again and excuse me it's being watched?

He's found the armory and the clothes in his bunk room, at least, so now he's dressed and armed. He sits in the cold empty space while he fiddles with the communicator. It turns out to be easy to use, and when he makes a broadcast his voice is deep and grumbly. Someone's sooooo cranky. ]

So let me get this straight, I'm new and might not have understood. We're here... to be entertainment. Not to save the world, not to help with a war, not to do anything productive at all.

Yeah. How do we leave?

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[nulliverse]

[Celeste's in her bunk, as she has been - well, all day. No one's come to call her into work yet, and as she's in the heavy, lethargic grip of quite a deep depression, she sees absolutely no reason to move. Some days are better than others since she got here, with today being one of the worst since her arrival.

Idly, she reaches for her comm to skim it again, since it's really her only form of entertainment at the moment.]

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[nulliverse]

[And then she sits up so quickly, it's a wonder she doesn't slam her head against the upper bunk.]

Ramse? [Her voice breaks and splinters on the name, and she looks caught between weeping and laughing hysterically.] Oh my God, Ramse, it's so good - I mean it's horrible, I can't believe - but -

[And that's when it strikes her, what Kitty said. There may be people you know from your previous universe, but there's no guarantee they went through the same place this time. A mask of caution slipping over her features, she continues more softly.]

- do you know me?

[nostraightlines]

Celeste?!

[ Ramse drags a hand down his face -- just how many people leaving the city had wound up here instead of home? He's all set to get angrier when her voice turns uncertain and he has to take a breath, softening his tone to match. ]

Of course I do. Where are you? They moved me from the big ship to the... Starstruck. Maybe I can get to you.

[video]

[passingthrough]

Would it really be better to help with a war that isn't your cause?

[nostraightlines]

Nothing's ever been my cause than survival. So no, it just strikes me as a better reason for dragging somebody in.

[passingthrough]

I'll give you that. So, you were somewhere like this? Luceti? [Rogue had mentioned battles.]

[video]

[takingkarabusiness]

[ a blonde woman in glasses pops up in the video. her look is somewhere between kind and pitying. Or maybe just kindly pitying. ]

So, about that...

I think the leaving's at random, if at all?

[nostraightlines]

[ There's something familiar about the kind and pitying look, something Ramse doesn't want to think about right now. But he tries to sound less angry than he actually is, since it's not with her. ]

Random. So they're not even keeping track of the people they kidnap?

[takingkarabusiness]

[ she recognizes his reaction and resolves not to take it personally. she's apologetic in her response ]

Well, I just mean, it seems random to us. They don't do it based on any particular petition or plea, as far as I know. But I haven't even been here a month...

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[astrobleme]

You would rather help with a war?

[nostraightlines]

It's a reason I've heard that actually sounds like a reason.

[astrobleme]

I've been trying to think of it like an extended vacation.

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[bastardmonk]

If you find a way to leave this shithole, you'd better share with the class.

[ Have a very cranky monk, Ramse. Like you, he is very unsatisfied with the fact that he's stuck. ]

[nostraightlines]

[ We had things to be and places to do, man! Nobody's got time for this shit! Says the time traveler. ]

I'll share, but so far no brilliant plan has sprung to mind.

Did you just get here, too?

[bastardmonk]

Been here about a month. Being in the stars has lost its appeal.

[ The question needing to be raised is if they ever had any appeal. As far as he's concerned, being in the stars is too close to the gods for his comfort level- even if this is in another place or time. ]

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[pneumo]

You have to ask the gorgeous lady.

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You have to ask the gorgeous lady. <small.[ Because <i>that's what he assumes Atroma is</i> following a conversation with Allen. ]

[nostraightlines]

Who's that, again? I thought Atroma was more like... a production company.

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[pneumo]

...? No way, it's a woman!

[video]

[imahologram]

If leaving were that simple, these ships wouldn't be full to bursting.

[Which is to say, she feels you, bro.]

I'm all ears if you've got any ideas for getting out of here.

[nostraightlines]

[ It comes across, and gets his first smile. ]

Heh. Lady, I have no idea how I even got in here. I'm guessing none of us do?

[imahologram]

"Leia." Not "lady."

[It's relatively gentle, as corrections go.]

You were kidnapped by a group called the Atroma, and you might be here for a while. I hope you weren't doing anything important in your galaxy.

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[bigvessel]

What's wrong, scared you won't be entertaining enough?

[nostraightlines]

What can I say, I've always been the sidekick.

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[resnipstance]

[Ahsoka feels a disturbance in the Force. Or, more like, a lot of sadness. She pokes her little horned head in through Ramse's door, looking cheery.]

Hey! What's up?

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[nostraightlines]

[ Ramse glances up from his communicator at the voice, which is way too perky for his current mood. He blinks at the person standing in his doorway -- alien? Alien. Outerspace. Right. Don't stare, man, have some manners. ]

Hi. Nothing, really. Just [ he holds up his communicator ] trying to find a way home.