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Who: Cress Darnel & everyone
Broadcast: fleetwide
Action: the marsiva
When: 2/25 super early in the morning

[ The first thing the Fleet gets from Cress is a shot of narrowed eyes and blonde curls as she kills the feed upon noticing the communicator. It's not terran or lunar tech, not the kind she's familiar with, but it's easy enough for her to navigate.

The second thing they get, some time later, comes from the viewing bay of the Marsiva, where Cress sits with her legs crossed as she hunches over the communicator, one hand continuously reaching up to fiddle with the ends of her hair and start to try to twine it around her wrist before she realizes it's not long enough for that, still. Not long enough in the way it used to be, at least.

Her hand drops, and she clears her throat. ]

I - [ She's listened in on some things and read others, watched entertainment feeds, but - ] Can someone talk to me? Please?

[ Her voice is very small and very fragile. She's trapped again, and there isn't even the familiar image of the Earth outside this viewport. It's a bigger cage than the last one, but her hands are shaky and her eyes dart around nervously, her unease clear. ]

About - about anything. Please. This is Cress - Crescent Moon - Crescent Moon Darnel. [ She has to keep correcting herself, not used to her full name, or her last name, and Cress flicks one hand, flustered. Then she tries for a smile, a little happier and more confident than she actually feels. ] We get to - um, go planetside? Am I understanding that right? This isn't -

[ Another vague sweeping hand gesture around the viewing bay, and her voice goes softer again. ]

- Nevermind. Do you have a favorite song? A favorite story? Anything. [ If the answer is "no" and she's stuck inside a spaceship without any breaks at all to that being a thing, she might actually cry, so she backtracks from the question. Without her noticing, she starts twirling some hair around one finger, biting her lip. ]

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United States? [ Cress's eyes go almost comically wide at the confirmation. ] Then - stars! You really are from the second era!

[ This is - astronomical, really. ]

Have you ever been to one of those school dances? Like in the old Earthen netdramas?

[ .............Cress. Is this - is this really the First Thing you choose to ask someone from the past?

Really? ]

Dances? Uh...[She's just going to kind of scratch her head at that. Because...really?]

Been to a couple, back before they kicked me out. Usually causin' trouble and shit.

[Or getting high. But on to more important questions.]

The second...what?

It's the third era, back home. Where I'm from? I - we seem to be from different times?

[ She...thinks. ]

You've only had two world wars, right?

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But! Did you get to dance? At the dances? There was - punch? Streamers?

[ slow songs - CRESS THIS TOPIC IS WAY DIFFERENT FROM YOUR OTHER ONE ]

Jesus you are all over the place, girl.

[Chloe laughs.]

Time thing isn't as weird as you'd think, here. But yeah, we've only racked up the two horrible wars. So far.

[It did seem kind of inevitable.]

Yeah, I was dancin'. But I mean...you don't need to be at a dance to dance though.

Oh! I'm sorry. Sorry. [ She's still not super great with, you know. People. Being here. For her to talk to. It's been a trip being able to socialize with people who aren't Mistress Sybil. ]

We've had four. From when I am - but. I think for dancing you need - well, you don't need other people, but the kind you do in the netdramas at school dances you do, right? I've danced a little for exercise on my own, but I've never had a partner?

Pff, don't be sorry. [She shrugs.] You're excited, run with that.

[And then a smirk.]

It does take two to tango. Along with most of the other really fun things in life.

[Chloe Price, ladies and gentleman. Always a perv.]

Netdramas are like...what, soap operas I'm guessing? One Tree Hill 'n shit like that?

What other really fun things? Waltzing? Ooh, I've always wanted to play games with someone who was - um, not programmed by me?

[ Cress Darnel, super incredibly sheltered. ]

They are! Well, they can be not soap operas, too? They're...television. Shows. Movies.

...Sure. Let's go with waltzing. That is exactly what I meant.

[Chloe's not gonna burst that bubble. Not over a phone anyway.]

Oh, so normal shit, just a funny name.

Right! I mean, it's normal, but. Normal a long time in the future? Apparently?

[ When people live on the moon and there have been four world wars. ]

Have you, um, have you been here long?

So what year is it for you, anyway?

[She shrugs.]

Comin' up on a month. Small time by a lot of people but feels like a while to me.

126 T.E. That's the era that started after the fourth world war.

[ SO. A WAYS? ]

But a month - how long did it...how long did it take you to go planetside again? Have you, yet?

Okay...no clue how that would work. It's uh, 2013 for me. AD I guess?

[She shakes her head.]

Nope. We've been docked at this space station the whole time I've been here.

That's...it's more than a few centuries.

[ UNCLEAR CANON... ]

But...we do get to go planetside sometimes? Or - well, a station isn't...that's not so bad.

Kinda figured, if you guys broke out a whole new calendar.

[She grins.]

The station is awesome. I just go wandering around it sometimes and.

[She stops because oh shit idea!]

How old are you?

Sixteen. Why, how old are you?

[ Cress grins back, far more relaxed now than she had been at the start of the conversation. Social by nature, talking always helps her out...

...which made her being Rapunzel in Space kinda hard. ]

Nineteen. Shit See, they've got these clubs on the station. You could pretty much dance your ass off if you want to.

Gonna have to sneak you in though, you aren't remotely old enough.

A club? Really? And you'll - you'll dance with me?

[ IS THIS HOW YOU MAKE FRIENDS. Is she making a friend?????

Cress kind of hopes so, and that hope is basically broadcasted across her face in technicolor. ]

[Her enthusiasm was...weirdly endearing. It was enough to make Chloe chuckle, at least.]

Sure. I'll see if I can get my girlfriend to come too, she'd probably like you.

[ oh sweet stars a GIRLFRIEND who might like her??? TWO FRIENDS, FOR THE PRICE OF ONE??? ]

I'd love to meet her! What's she like? What's her name?

[Two-for-one special, this week only.]

She's...uh. A mousy little hipster chick. A photographer. She's over on the Paisley.

A photographer? Does she take pictures here?

[ can cress see them, she wonders. she loves things like that - artsy things, things she can admire. it's not like she got a lot of culture on her satellite, beyond what she could download or stream. ]

All the time. Don't think anything could make her stop. She's got her office covered in them.

[Chloe doesn't mind any of this, she's enough of an attention whore to want to be in pictures all the time anyway.]

That's so neat! Having a hobby like that. Er - a passion? Profession?

[ But, whatever. All Cress has is computers, and that's...

...well, a life sentence? ]

She's an artist so...passion and profession probably cover it, yeah.

[Chloe shrugs. She didn't have anything like that herself, really.]

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