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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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Enjoy it while it lasts over there, honestly. At least the food over there is decent.

It's no problem, though. People vanish from here sometimes, and I don't want any information to get lost just because those who were around for it aren't here anymore. Information is our best weapon against the Atroma right now, after all.

Very true. [Ororo nods in approval. It's always nice to meet someone with a good head in their shoulders.]

I will keep this on hand, and perhaps I'll call on you again if I have any more questions. [Hopefully that sounded like the question she meant for it to be.]

[... poor storm is going to be very disappointed when she realizes just how much of a basket case nightingale actually is, huh.]

Yeah, you're welcome to. I'm usually on the Iskaulit, either working on the construction of the fox park, or hanging out in one of the bars, so... I'm pretty much always free if you have a question on anything.

[please don't disappoint her, storm being Disappointed is like disappointing your own mother it's rarely fun]

A fox park on a ship? [Did she hear that correctly or...]

[... well, i mean, she's done a lot of that too.]

Yeah. A lot of us picked up pet foxes at the last planet we were at, but they don't have a place to play with each other. Stratus, come say hello.

[And then the camera feed is covered up by a nose for a minute, before it's pulled back, with Nightingale flicking a hand and keeping a little arctic fox levitating in the air next to her.]

[Ororo's smile is immediately warm and perhaps even delighted. She loves wildlife.]

Ah! How precious. I will have to come say hello some time.

[She doesn't have the presence of mind to comment on how she'd made it float with a flick of her wrist. That was just normal to her.]

Do you make planetary stops often?

I'll keep her with me, then.

[Even better, said fox is just rolling around on thin air, clearly enjoying itself.]

Not when I can avoid it, honestly, but this station kind of pisses me off. On better planets, I do. The one before this was pretty fun.

Unless you meant the Fleet in general, in which case... It's about a month at each stop, then a couple of weeks in between, or thereabouts.

[That's a relief for her to hear, honestly. She doesn't know how she'd do if they were stuck on a space ship for indefinite stretches of time.]

At least we have opportunities to stretch our legs, I suppose.

What is wrong with this particular station?

Well... For one thing, they froze all our accounts for cargo the Atroma forced onto us, so we've been completely broke the entire time we're here.

Frozen accounts? [So they really did get paid... But more importantly - ] If that's the case, how have you all been faring without access to your currency? [She'd gotten the assumption that they'd been in this place a while now!]

Taking jobs here. Or, if that isn't an option, surviving on stored supplies and cash from the previous planet we visited.

[Well, that's given her at least one thing to put on her To Do Immediately list once she's out of the Marsiva. She sighs.]

... Thank you, for the advanced warning.

And all the information, as well. You've been a tremendous help.

No problem. We're all in this together, right? I'm glad to help.

You can call me if you have any other questions later, too.

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