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[achillesheels]

Who: Pyrrha and you!
Broadcast: fleetwide video
Action: on the marsiva
When: now!

[Pyrrha wakes with a start. Stress and panic are apparent on her face, and she needs to take a few seconds to drop her face into her hands so that she can reorient herself and make an attempt at calming herself down. After a few deep breaths and several seconds to try to put herself back together, she pulls her head up and glances around, and then gets out of bed. She knows what a camera feels like, and she knows that there's one there. So, in the hopes that someone will hear her, she speaks:]

Um... hello? I'm not sure if anyone can see or hear this, and I'm not sure what's going on, but... I need some answers. Like where we are now. I'm Pyrrha Nikos, of Beacon Academy. [She pauses, considering what she wants to say next. Her voice grows stronger as she continues, too.] I demand to be released. I need to find my team—I'm not sure if they're here or not, but I need to find them. I was doing something important, too, so I apologize for being unable to stay.

[And for those on the Marsiva: Pyrrha's wandering around, though mostly keeping to herself. When she does approach people, though, she offers a subdued smile and a hello. She mostly wants to see if other people are doing okay, and also being kidnapped gives her something to focus on because people might? Need help. Also, she wants to get to know people.]

Comments

[achillesheels]

I will be soon.

[The answer is no, but she has no choice but to pull herself together as far as some other feelings go.]

[fedupwithyourbull]

... Right.

[Sorry, Pyrrha, she doesn't buy it.]

When you're off of that ship, we should meet up and talk, if you're up to it.

[All Blake really knows it's that whatever happened, it was bad. And she doesn't like not knowing bad things. In the White Fang, bad intel could lead to fatalities, or worse, and some habits she still hasn't shaken.]

[achillesheels]

I'd... I'd like that a lot, actually. It'd be nice to be around some familiar people, with everything that's happened.

[fedupwithyourbull]

... Right.

We should... probably tell you what's going on here, too.

[achillesheels]

I'd appreciate that, too. The more I know about... wherever here is, the better.

[fedupwithyourbull]

... Feel right here, but do not use your Semblance near it.

[She brushes her hand at the bump at the base of her head, where the implant is.]

[achillesheels]

[She does, though her expression seems to darken a bit even as she the place that Blake indicated.]

I won't. I can assure you that I won't.

[fedupwithyourbull]

As far as we know, that's the reason we can understand everyone from all the different worlds here.

[achillesheels]

Then... it's useful, at least.

[Though she doesn't like the idea of it, but being able to communicate is always a huge plug.]

I'm not very comfortable with the idea, but I suppose it is what it is.

[fedupwithyourbull]

I don't like it, either.

We've been taken onto these ships to participate in a reality TV show. You'll be assigned to one of the proper ships on the weekend. We're being watched, apparently constantly.

We were made to carry 'cargo', to deliver it to the station we're currently docked at, but the station heard nothing of it, and the suspicious cargo was enough to freeze our accounts of money. And the cargo in question was just gumballs.

[achillesheels]

I'm not sure I see how suspicious gumballs are, unless it was purely for the sake of creating more drama for the television show.

This is all good to know, at least.

[fedupwithyourbull]

I don't know either. It's probably just the drama, unless there's something in them the Atroma are using us to smuggle.

[achillesheels]

Perhaps. The Atroma could have a darker side to them, too, though that is not going to be common knowledge, I'm sure.

[fedupwithyourbull]

They've kidnapped us, are forcing us to smuggle something even if it's harmless, and have forced us under the scrutiny of more worlds than we ever knew existed.

I would say they have nothing but a darker side.

[achillesheels]

Then... we'll have to find out more about the Atroma. [She wants to think there's something good going on somewhere, but after everything that happened in Vale, she knows what the reality of the situation could potentially be too.]

[fedupwithyourbull]

That's the goal, but they seem to be out of our reach. For now.

[Sorry, Pyrrha. Blake doesn't believe in good things happening.]

[achillesheels]

For now. We'll see, though.

Which ship are you on, Blake?

[fedupwithyourbull]

The...

[.... uuuuuuuugh, she has to say it out loud.]

... The "Wonderduck".

[achillesheels]

[That actually gets a smile, subdued as it is.]

The Wonderduck?

[fedupwithyourbull]

[goddamnit. even pyrrha nikos the actual goddamn saint is judging. why is this my life now. can we rename the ship.]

That's... what it's called, yes.

[achillesheels]

[Slight judging with a huge dose of hilarity though.]

That's not so bad.

[fedupwithyourbull]

I... have heard worse names.

[achillesheels]

Have you? Do tell.

[fedupwithyourbull]

[Don't say Schnee. Don't say White Fang.]

Atroma, for one.

[achillesheels]

Atroma does sound... different, but I've heard of weapons with equally odd names along that line as well.