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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]

The... last place? That does, at least, seem considerably more welcoming than this current situation.

[passingthrough]

Some people had a layover between home and here where they were in some other sort of multidimensional hub. Surprisingly common here. [It happened in Marina, but only twice that she could think of.]

The prison even had welcome baskets with cookies. [Which was true, but they didn't exist yet when she'd arrived.]

[achillesheels]

A... prison?

I didn't realize so many places like this existed! I only knew of my own world before my arrival.

[passingthrough]

Not your garden-variety prison. For instance, there were gardens. And the only bars there served drinks.

Well, now you'll be less surprised the next time someone mentions it.

[achillesheels]

... That sounds rather luxurious for a prison.

There is a lot to learn, though. This is just one of them.

[passingthrough]

It was a very strange place. [She should probably stop calling it a prison to people here. There's really no way for them not to get the wrong idea without explaining a lot.]

You might want a notebook to keep track. [Little smile.]

[achillesheels]

That may not actually be a bad idea. The chronicles of my time spent on a space fleet.

My friends would be jealous.

[passingthrough]

And since it's already all being recorded you'd have a head start on the novelization.

[achillesheels]

That is one way of looking at it! The rest of my team would enjoy being able to hear about this somehow...

[passingthrough]

Team? [Why yes, Kitty does have a thing for teams.]

[achillesheels]

JNPR. [Though she says it like it's Juniper, instead of the letters.] It's made up of our first names. Jaune, Nora, Pyrrha, Ren. We lived together and fought together.

[passingthrough]

I'm guessing against other people and not each other?

[achillesheels]

Against other people, and monsters, yes. We were too much like a family to fight with each other.

[passingthrough]

Monsters? Really? What kind of monsters? Were multiple heads involved?