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Who: adelina & you
Broadcast: video
Action: on the marsiva
When: now

[the young woman in the video awakes with a start, sitting up hurriedly and looking around... before giving a sharp noise of frustration. she doesn't stay in the same area long, instead wandering the halls of the marsiva with a frown. to nobody in particular:]

Honestly, I'm becoming quite tired of this kind of thing. It's terribly rude to do this to a person once, let alone twice, you realize?

[a while later, a video broadcast appears.]

If one departs from this place and then unfortunately reappears, are they typically brought to the same ship they inhabited the previous time?

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... Well, I'd hope so. Welcome back.

...I would speak to you in person if I may.

Sure. You're on the Marsiva right now, though, right? Or else you wouldn't ask which ship you get sent back to.

Yes, that's right. Is it not possible for you to travel back here the way you would be able to travel to the other ships?

No, it's not. If it were, I'd be back there frequently, but...

I see. I apologize.

[a small pause.]

I will admit I don't understand these devices well at all. Is there a way to ensure that a conversation over them will be private? Or... as private as it can be, given the circumstances.

It's better to do it in person, if you want private. The best theory I've seen so far for the Atroma watching us is using these communicators as their cameras. We can make it a bit more private, if that's what you want, but... Won't really be as secure as you'd like.

It's more that it's a matter I would prefer to keep private from the rest of the Fleet.

[Well, she has to take a moment to fiddle with buttons and generally looks confused. She has the wrong augment for this.]

Okay, I think it's... like this? I think. Okay, it should probably be private now.

When I first came to this place and we spoke, you called me Lace and spoke of Takshaka. I understand what you meant now.

[you can see her go from looking vaguely confused and unsure to snapping to her full attention on Lace.]

Okay. That's... Fuck, okay, that's all kinds of weird, but... I guess Blade will be relieved.

—Wait, Blade is here?

He showed up a few days ago, yeah. I, uh, warned him that you were here, but didn't remember the castle.

Okay, I guess I should tell you what I told the others, too? Don't talk about the Echoes. To anyone, under any circumstances.

That's... I see. [she can't help but look a bit relieved, even if it makes her angry at the same time.] I'll make sure to inform him that the situation has changed. Thank you for telling him.

...I believe I can guess your reasoning, but might I hear it all the same?

Echoes gain power from being thought of. Ninety-six of us at the castle was enough to power them with god-like powers.

We're on television, with potentially trillions watching us.They find out anything about the Echoes, everyone back at the castle is... kind of fucked.

Then... Things here must be much more normal than they were in the castle in some ways.

I've been here over half a year and no one's died yet, so... Yeah. No games. No deaths. It's peaceful.

I assume there are no situations in which others see our memories against our wishes, then.

...

Well... Only once. More... heart games happened. They were called 'calibrations' here.

...Then, if one of the people who came from Kyriakos undergo such a thing, how are we meant to prevent anyone from seeing memories of the Echoes?

The Atroma claimed they weren't broadcasting at the time. So... Either hope that's true, or hope that your heart can keep people away from those memories.

You would rely on hope alone with something so important?

If I had any other options, no. But, as things stand...

[Erik had been warned, of course, that Adelina doesn't remember Kyriakos. She wouldn't remember being Lace, or more to the point, remember him. When he sees the broadcast, he's of half a mind to just... let it go. Was there any point in talking to her? Besides, he'd finally been put onto a ship, and he should familiarise himself with it. With his new role.

In the end, though, he has to know for himself. He has to test the waters. So he takes the communicator in hand and hits respond. He keeps himself reserved.]

I don't think manners are their highest priority.

[This isn't even coming from the feed; it's from a bed not too far from her, where a little kid in an oversized kid sweater kicks his feet and looks a bit exasperated with this whole thing.]

I'm tired of it, too... Getting woked up in new places is -- is annoying!

I got stuff I gotta do! I can't always get kidnapped!

[What about his friends back where the other ship crashed? What about helping Mr. William and the others? Now he's here, some other weird place! He just hopes this place doesn't have weird hallways that magically change, too. Or monsters. He's just plain ol' sick of monsters and aliens.]

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