+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]

[It's not a laugh, but she does smile slightly when she's pulled right back in, just tilting her face so that her cheek rests against his chest. This is a horrible situation in so many ways, but at least he's here. Maybe they can be foundations for each other, help one another rebuild.]

I'm sorry, Ramse. [It's almost a whisper, but her voice gets stronger when she speaks up again.] But it's not - I don't know, maybe you've figured this out because you're not as paranoid as me, but it's not Eudio's doing. I thought they'd completely sold me out when I got here and made an utter fool of myself over it, but this place - it just takes people. Steals them.

[Shivering, she presses a bit closer to him.]

So now we wait. Never really knowing if Eudio did us any good at all until Atroma see fit to set us free.

[nostraightlines]

[ That's what it feels like. Like they've been stolen from a life where they were happy. Ramse sighs, as much anger in the sound as sadness. He didn't get to say goodbye to anyone like he was supposed to. He just vanished right out of Sheva's bed, as far as he knows. When he speaks he doesn't sound angry, just resigned. ]

I wasn't gonna blame Eudio, they were nothing but good to us.

[ He runs a hand through her hair, trying to soothe her. He's still tense himself so it might not have the desired effect, but the intent is there. ]

I bet they're still making good, even if we got taken. However it works. My world could be set right without me, they could have just done the incentive with me here. [ He can hope. He can hope Cassie and Cole are happy in whatever universe their Eudio time made. He can hope his son's alright, maybe Cole's looking out for him. He needs to hope, needs to dream right now even though he's usually the one living in the present. ] If nothing else that was a great vacation.

What are they making you do here?

[nulliverse]

[He's so good, so very good, and it only makes her feel worse for the way she initially reacted to being taken. But she feels better as well, because she has this wonderful bloke with her again, even if it means loss for both of them.]

No, but - maybe I was so happy there that I was waiting for the "too good to be true" moment. Maybe I didn't come as far as I'd thought while I was there.

[When he continues on, though, she's reminded of how dire his situation was again, and she looks up at him as much as she can from her position.] I think so, too. I really do. I'm a terrible black cloud right now, don't mind me, I should be happy with you here.

Oh, nothing too grueling. I'm in communications, so I'm in charge of incoming and outgoing broadcasts, any maintenance to the comm center and the individual comms on our ship, scrambling and unscrambling coded messages... apparently there's some diplomacy involved as well, so we'll just wait and see how that goes when it comes up. [She flashes a lopsided smile at that.] Thank god there are two other communications officers along with me.

[nostraightlines]

You came pretty far, trust me. I knew you from the start, remember? Black cloud right now or not you've come a long way. [ He grumbles the rest: ] And you don't have to be happy I'm here, I'm not.

There are three of you on one ship, huh? I'm not the only security officer on mine either. People are saying the fleet's overcrowded right now.