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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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Really? [ oh, thank the stars. for that matter, thank the earth, the moon, and every planet in the universe. ]

I - that's - [ she's not trapped for years on end again, so that's - ] - that's wonderful to hear. Thank you. I was - concerned.

[ to say the least. ]

You're very welcome. And I'm happy to answer any other questions you might have. This can certainly be... overwhelming.

Or if you just still need someone to talk to, that's all right too.

Um. Questions! Yes, I...have those. I don't know if you know how we got here? Or why? There aren't any -

[ She gestures, a little vague. ]

I'm pretty sure it has to do with netdramas from what I was seeing on the screens, but I'm not...clear? On why?

I'm not sure exactly how Atroma brought us here... clearly some sort of manipulation of space and time, since people here are from all different universes and timelines, but whether Atroma is using some sort of technology or an ability innate to their species, no one knows. In any case... we're entertainment for them. The unwilling cast of a so-called "reality show."

Atroma? Is that...a species, then? And we really are netdrama stars, now?

I mean, we don't really know who or what Atroma is, as we've never seen them. And not everyone believes we're really on television but... I can believe it.

[She's seen way weirder shit than an alien reality tv show, to be honest.]