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Who: Ororo and you
Broadcast: Fleetwide video
Action: On the Marsiva
When: Right now!

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[ The video feed clicks on as Ororo wakes, with the sound of her cape's wrist bangles clattering against whatever assorted metal fixtures there are on the bed as she gets to her feet. It's quiet aside from the background noise of the Hospitality Deck, with Ororo silently assessing the situation she'd found herself in. Was it a kidnapping? She could see the void of stars and space through the large window - had she been pulled into another intergalactic issue? Ororo frowned, the sparks of lightning crawling along her skin making the video feed flicker with static. ]

[ Assuming that there were other X-Men with her here somewhere (nine times out of ten they were pulled into these things together), she decided to go looking for them and regroup... or at least find someone on the Deck to question. She takes the communicator with her just because it looked useful, but neglects to switch it off or anything - so between brief moments of static from her lightning, it happens to pick up her movement and voice as she mutters to herself: ]

By the Goddess, I do not have time for this. I have a school to run!

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[The compliment clearly made her uncomfortable.] ...Thanks.

People here talk a lot.

Then I suppose I'll have to do more listening. [The network, at least, seems to pretty lively, but... she glances around. The hospitality isn't too populated right now, so it's pretty quiet.]

Were you able to find anyone to speak to here? It's awfully empty.

[She nods at that, because everyone could stand to do more listening, in her opinion.]

There is a child here. He is seven.

[She had mostly kept to herself other than feeding the kid.]

[That prompts Ororo to look around the large deck in... a strange mix of urgent concern and righteous anger.]

There are children involved in this?

At least one. He arrived shortly before I did.

[She shouldn't be surprised, she really shouldn't, but she is. She's already making a mental note to herself to find the child soon and make sure he's okay.]

There are not a lot of people other than us here, are there? I hope he isn't too frightened.

I have only seen a few. [She shifts.] He is frightened.

But he is pretending he is not.

[Which doesn't work around someone with her sense of smell.]

[Ororo gives Laura a slightly amused smile at her bluntness.]

Perhaps we can help with that while we are here.

In the meanwhile, I'm sure if there was a way out you would have found it by now. No such luck, I suppose? [She frowns. If there was no escape for right now, were they supposed to just... sit around and wait?]

No, I have searched as much as we are able to. The rooms interconnect but they always lead back to each other. I think it probably a large circle

Unless we shatter a window, we cannot leave.

[ Considering the windows are keeping the air in, that wouldn't be a very good idea. Ororo frowns, looking out the nearest window at the other ships. ]

Assuming we stay put, what can we expect? The others somehow found a way to the ships outside, did they not?

I have been told we will automatically be sent to one of the other ships when the week is over.

It is not anything we can control.

[She was not happy with that, evidently.]

A waiting game, then. [Ororo sighs, folding her arms across her chest.]

It isn't much, I suppose, but as I find it hard to trust much of anything here at this point, we can at least remain alert. [Which is bad enough for her; she's sure Laura feels it even more... So Storm offers her a small smile.]

And stay together, of course. [- hopefully Laura finds that agreeable.]

[She hesitates, only for a moment, before nodding in agreement. After the last half-a-year doing her own thing, with Gambit tagging along, she would have to readapt to...well. A team.]

[But she could do that.]

As you wish.

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