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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

Video

[grandstanding]

[It's still odd, watching other people wake up this way. Knowing he was on this side of it only a week ago.]

You likely won't get a response to that demand. Not from those who have the power to do anything about it.

Video

[achillesheels]

[Gotta love it and how disorienting and weird this all is, huh.]

I thought as much. But it doesn't hurt to say something either, does it?

Video

[grandstanding]

No, it doesn't. It lets others know you're here, at the very least.

[achillesheels]

It's better than being alone and confused.

And there could always be someone to help.

[grandstanding]

You'll find a lot of people ready for that. Those who've been here longer seem ready to explain the situation to newer people. I had the same happen to me last week.

[achillesheels]

Well, then we can count ourselves lucky. It means we won't be as lost as they were upon their own arrivals... in theory.

That's never quite how it works, though.

[grandstanding]

Unfortunately not. But it's somewhere to start.

I don't know if anyone you know is here, though. Likely they will contact you soon, if they haven't already.

[achillesheels]

They have. It's a relief to know that I am not entirely alone.

But... having only just arrived yourself, do you have any advice for settling in?

[grandstanding]

When they tell you to enjoy the food while you're there, they're correct. The standard food the normal ships provide is essentially paste.

[He'll have to experiment with making it less... awful, later.]

Otherwise, use your communicator to follow what others are saying.

[achillesheels]

Both are easy enough to heed. I was intending on using the communicator anyway, since being separated among the ships must not make it entirely easy to meet face-to-face.

As for the paste... well, I'll see what I can do with it.

[grandstanding]

There are better supplies you can get. But they need to be bought. These ships are docked at a space station right now, which is where you can find things other than what's on board. I don't know how long they're meant to stay here.

[achillesheels]

Probably not for long, due to the element of change that could make us react differently. All in the name of a more exciting show, even if it's as something as simple as food.

[grandstanding]

Mm, true. [He's distracted momentarily, scrolling through a document on his communicator.] There have been a number of stops in the past. This is only the latest.