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[revivo]

Who: Sara Lance
Broadcast: Everyone, new arrivals as they appear.
Action: Aboard the Marsiva.
When: This week.

[sara awakens with a gasp, shooting not just upright but to her feet and reaching for -- coming up empty-handed. she frowns, dropping her hand, and pivots on her heel to take a good look at her surroundings. this is...different. once she's convinced there's no immediate threat, she searches her bunk for what she knows is missing, and eventually notices the open feed on her communicator. there's a brief moment where she eyes it sharply, then clicks it off.

we were trained by the league; no prison can hold us. it's what she wants to say, but when she turns the feed back on ten minutes later, she seems more relaxed; some people might recognize the tune she briefly hums.]

So, [she draws out the word: sooooo] what's a girl got to do around here to find a little company?

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[imahologram]

Wait a few days, and you'll have more than enough.

It looks like you just arrived. Welcome to the Fleet.

[revivo]

Brand new.

[the woman's friendly demeanor means she keeps her voice light, if at least for now. should she somehow prove herself responsible for this kidnapping...then it'd be a different story.]

The Fleet. [it sounds nothing like amazo; but the name seems to ring the same in her ears.] I've never heard of it. There any chance you could give me a rundown?

[passingthrough]

[Impressive way to wake up. She wonders what she was reaching for. Sword?]

I'd probably suggest using the network, so I guess the student has already surpassed the teacher.

[revivo]

[bo staff, sonic device, knife, any of a few things she'd had on her person and suddenly doesn't.]

I wouldn't go that far. It was a lucky guess.

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[robitussin]

wtf why is that your first question

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[revivo]

I like having more to listen to than the sound of my own voice. And this elevator music.

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[theirinurpants]

What sort of company? I mean, there are plenty of people on the fleet, all sorts.

[ Alistair eyes the strange woman curiously. ]

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[revivo]

Could've fooled me. Seems like the arrival ship is roomier than the rest.

[little does she know.]

All sorts like what?

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[bigvessel]

[Well, there's a tune he can appreciate for all it's appropriateness. And the fact that this one is obviously from Earth and at least within the last twenty years. It's a good sign.

That enough is reason to greet her with a smile.]

Trust me, you won't be lonely for long. These ships are a little packed.

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[revivo]

So I've heard.

[his smile isn't such a bad greeting, considering.]

All the better for intergalactic Big Brother to keep an eye on us, sounds like.

[shishkebub]

This. Unless you mean the physical kind, in which case you'll be waiting a spell.

[revivo]

Until I get "shuffled" somewhere else, whether or not there's space.

[space, hah.]

Sound about right?

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[pneumo]

I'll be your company♥ [ Marsiva or not. Sascha is more than happy to be anyone's company, really--but he's especially keen now since apparently someone's actually asking for it rather than him having to impose himself on people. ]

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[revivo]

[well, he's to the point.]

Got anything in mind?

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[ladybro]

The truth is out there, huh?

[ guess again, bird-friend. ]

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[revivo]

Out here, it looks like. I've heard there are plenty of aliens out here, but I haven't met any yet.

[unless we're counting princess leia.]

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[princessia]

[ It's audio on the other end, because she's not so fond of recording herself. The voice coming across sounds young though, stammering briefly. ]

Um... h-hello! I'll keep you company!

[ She doesn't use the communicators much, but she figures she should try her best to help the newcomers. She remembers being on the Marsiva. It's no fun being lonely there. ]

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[revivo]

Hello.

[sara -- finds herself smiling warmly.]

You're sweet, thanks.

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[scrubscrub]

[you've drawn in noodly 11-year-olds congrats]

I'm very sorry — you're aboard the Marsiva, s-so I can't help you with company. But there could be other people on board for you to meet! If they arrived with you. [Koala's trying to be helpful, okay. She knows it's no fun to wake up here in space; she almost had a meltdown when she saw out the big space window.] Are you okay, miss? You gasped! You must've been very startled.

B-but forgive me if I'm asking too much. I apologize, if that's the case!

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[revivo]

[nooo what's with all these kids here]

No, it's okay. I don't mind the questions. [she's not thrilled her arrival was recorded, but she keeps that out of her voice.] And I'm fine. I just wasn't expecting...

[well. all this. she smiles, a little wry.]

I've never been to space before, so it's all kinda new.

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[steeledskin]

[ -- it's the humming that first captures her attention. and (of course) sansa doesn't know the tune. but something compels her to listen. and when she looks upon the face of this woman, she remembers having seen it before. as if in a dream, or some sort of vision...

inside her belly, sansa's guts twist into knots. she knows those features. she knows that hair. but when she saw sara last, it had been as a puzzle's piece inside of nyssa's mind.

aching, and careful: ] A-are you newly arrived, my lady?

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[revivo]

["my lady." that's new, she thinks, and shakes her head.]

Just call me Sara. I'm no one special. [she's the canary; the beloved; the girl who (didn't) died; a vigilante, an assassin. but none of that means anything to this stranger, and none of it merits formalities from her.] And about as new as you can get.

[goodjob]

Talk like that, people're gonna start asking if you charge by the hour.

[Fiona, no.]

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[she actually laughs, unruffled.]

You're the first, actually.

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[partialities]

I cannot imagine a woman so beautiful shall ever have to ask, even in a realm as odd as this one.

[ beautiful women and their charm is a thing that holds everywhere or at least that's what margaery reckons ]

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[revivo]

[flatterer. she laughs.]

You're sweet. [a sweet-talker, she might've said if margaery weren't a woman.] But I'm not sure the Atroma agree.