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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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[Chloe knows that anxiety, she felt it herself when she woke up on the Marvisa a...month ago? Was it already a month? Jesus. Still, she's not gonna leave the poor girl rambling into universe, so she flicks on her communicator and sits it on the table in her lab, offering it a wave and a grin.]

Wakin' up here's hella weird, huh? You alright?

[ Cress seems to have excess anxiety, here. It's a thing that happens when you finally escape seven years trapped on a satellite in space, only to wake up trapped on a spaceship. In space.

Today utterly sucks for her. But she does manage to firm up her tentative smile at the sight of another person, smiling. Lunar? Not Lunar? ]

It's - yeah, it's just a little weird. I was definitely, definitely somewhere else, and then - bam! Or, well, not bam, since it was more like - [ A vague hand gesture to indicate waking up slowly ] - but. And I'm - I'm okay? I'm okay.

[ She's not okay, but it's easier to pretend when she's around other people, even in this form. ]

I'm Cress. I - I said that already, didn't I? Stars above.

[Chloe new forced smiles when she saw them but she wasn't gonna push, she would've cursed out anybody who'd gotten pushy on her when she showed up.]

Yeah. Worked that way for everybody.

[A little chuckle.]

Man, don't worry about it. I was a fuckin' mess when I was first over there, repeating yourself is practically acing it.

[And she'll give the girl a little mock salute.]

I'm Chloe.

Hey.

[sara announces herself softly, offering a faint smile if cress should take a look upwards. she has two disposable cups in hand, clearly from the cafeteria, and gestures at the floor across from cress with one hand -- carefully.]

Mind if I join you?

[ other people are awake, and there. that's - well, comforting, in a way, except that cress has no idea what to expect from any of them. in her usual way she wants to believe the best of everyone - however, that belief has been tested often enough in the past few days that she bites her lip, though she doesn't make any move to run away or anything of the sort. ]

No - I mean, no, I don't mind. [ Not "no, go away". ] I'm Cress? [ Why did that sound like a question... ] Cress Darnel.

It's nice to meet you! Er, talk to you?

[ One or the other. But, okay. Someone else who's been through the same thing... ]

Are you Earthen or Lunar? [ Cress claps her hand over her mouth as soon as she asks, eyes widening. She hadn't meant to ask, she just - wants to know? ] I mean - sorry, I don't want to be rude. Is that rude?

Eh, either one works anymore. Almost everybody I know here I met through these phones.

[Chloe hesitates at that question. 'Earthen?']

Uh. I'm from Earth, if that's what you mean. Lunar...does that mean from the moon?

Are you from the moon?

[That would be cool.]

[ She...doesn't know about Lunars? Okay, that's - well, Cress would have said "impossible", but her current circumstances beg to differ. ]

Well - yes? I was born there. I mean, I'm from there. I haven't been back in...a while, but I'm still - Lunar. [ A shell, though. Does that even count? Mistress would probably say it didn't. ]

[sara sleeps lightly as it is, but it's all the harder to relax in an unknown place, hurtling through space. through space. she can hardly believe any of this is real. she can hardly believe that this girl just appeared when she wasn't before, the way sara must've. talk about unthinkable.

her smile grows as she settles herself down, and as soon as she does she's holding out one of those cups to cress. steam curls out of the top.]

This is the closest thing to hot chocolate I could find around here. It's not too bad. [and:] I'm Sara.

Jesus. [The moon.] That's kinda crazy.

I mean, not any weirder than the lady from like, four thousand years ago or the guy who owns a space ship but...

Still. Pretty crazy. And cool. Little jealous, all I ever get to say is I'm from Oregon.

[Nobody wants to be from Oregon.]

Oh, no, no. I'm jealous of you, really! I mean - Oregon. That's where the American Republic is now, right? Or, well, it's part of it?

[ She's pretty decent at history - though entirely self-taught. ]

It must have been nice, growing up with the Earth under your feet. Seeing sunrises from the ground! And sunsets.

Oh, really? [ Cress's eyes light up, and she takes the offered hot chocolate (or close to it), almost gingerly. ] I've never had - I mean, thank you. So much!

[ Hot chocolate. She knows what it is, of course, but it wasn't like the shells had ever gotten particularly good rations or much beyond water to drink. And she'd never had the chance to try it since getting off her satellite.

Cress takes an almost tentative sip, eyes closing to savor it, before she smiles again. ]

Sara? It's nice to meet you - even with all...this.

[ The whole, you know, kidnapping thing. ]

Uh. United States of America, yeah. [American Republic? Well if the girl was from the moon who knew what else was different.]

Sunrises are great, yeah. Could do without uh...everything else in Oregon though.

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?

[Finrod offers a soft, sympathetic smile and a little nod of greeting. He gets the need for distraction, he really does, and he's happy to oblige.]

I find it difficult to choose a favorite song. It seems to vary according to my mood and what I need to express at the time. At the moment, I think I favor a hymn to the Lady Varda.

Do you have a favorite song?

[Seeing this girl so anxious and scared immediately tugs at Beverly's heartstrings, so of course, she's going to do what she can to help. When she speaks, her voice is soft, gentle, as soothing as she can make it.]

Hello, Cress. I'm Beverly. [Let's cut out the formalities, this time.] I'm here, and you're going to be okay. I know this is all very alarming, but you'll get to leave your ship at the end of the week, don't worry.

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.

I've never heard any hymns like that - I mean, could you maybe - well, do you sing?

[ Not everyone likes to. She does smile a little at the question. ]

My favorite song is the one I was named for. It's a lullaby, on Luna? I...don't know if you've heard it.

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?

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. ]

[ Wandering, Thorne happens across the viewing bay. It takes him a moment to spot the small blonde. Oh, aces finally a familiar face. (And now he can stop worrying that everyone's dead, because it was a minor concern of his.) He casually approaches, smiling. ]

There you are. [ He says it as if he's just been looking for her at some normal place, instead of some random place they've both just woken up on. ] What have you been up to?

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?

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