.01 where have you gone my feather-light heart?

[gentlearcher]

Who: Susan Pevensie
Broadcast: Video
Action: Marsiva
When: March 25th

Action/Accidental broadcast
[Susan wakes up, and that is the first thing that's wrong. She isn't supposed to be waking up; she's supposed to be stepping through space and time and returning to the place where she now knows she belongs. Her brothers and sister are supposed to have come with her, and that is the second thing which is wrong: a quick glance to either side of her under the strange light (the third thing which is wrong) shows that though there are other beds, she is quite alone. She quickly sits up, feet swinging to the floor with a swish of long skirts (a forth thing that is wrong), and glances around her. Her voice is tart, anger and irritation (something has gone very, very wrong) disguising a gnawing fear.] What is going on here?

Susan glances around for any clue, but this place is foreign; far more so than Narnia had been. The sterility reminds her of a hospital in better days, the days before the War, and there is a strange, canned smell to the air. There's strength in her step as she strides to the window, strength more than Susan from London and she realizes that the Narnian air hasn't left her completely, and it is a very good thing indeed as standing at the window she suddenly finds it very hard to breathe. Hesitating, she places a hand flat on the cool glass as she stares and stares into a night sky.

She is in a night sky. Impossible was a meaningless word, but it was still the first thing she thought. Since impossible was a meaningless word, and Susan was, at her heart, a very practical person, the first thing she did was turn away from the window. The second thing she did was take a deep breath, gaze darting everywhere for any sign of her family, any hint of a weapon (she'd left her bow back in Narnia, given her horn to Caspian - Caspian - and there was no hint anywhere of the sunshine which followed Lucy, the warmth that was Peter, or the perception that was Edmund, making a joyous raucous in such a sterile, sterile place. She would look for them anyway. Surely she wouldn't have been the one sent off on an adventure on her own. They had to be here.)

After finding someone on the ship to help her, the video purposefully flickers on. The camera is initially too close, and picks up part of a conversation--]

[Deliberate Video]
--like this? [A muffled answer, a shot of light, intent eyes, and then the camera pulls back to frame only Susan's face. She is doing what she can to not reveal the dress.]

I've been given to understand that this device communicates with those assembled here against their will. I am sure this is not an unusual request, but any further information about the nature of this place or how we all came to be here [Is it Magic? It doesn't feel like Magic.] would be greatly appreciated.

...and if anyone has heard of my brothers, Peter and Edmund, or my sister Lucy, I would appreciate you contacting me. [She adds, as if this was not a driving force behind her finding out how to make such a post in the first place.] Thank you.

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[takeabow]

[ the girl on the video has a dark, somewhat intricate side braid. she also looks like she's seen a ghost; her face is neutral, though very pale. her eyes are slightly wide and she's preternaturally still. it takes a moment for her to figure out what to say, and when she finally remembers to speak, her voice is slightly croaky ]

...Susan?

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[gentlearcher]

[Susan's own hair is still in the elaborate curls of her leave-taking, just as she is still in royal Narnian attire. It is painfully familiar, to be recognized and yet not recognize the one who knew her name when Susan knew she had not said it.]

...yes? [But this girl - who presumably had been here far longer than she, as she was not on this ship (Susan knew, she'd looked everywhere she could go in this ship, twice) - looked far more pale and still than she should, and so the inane 'Do I know you' does not quite form, but rather:] Are you all right?

[takeabow]

I...

[ honestly, she's having trouble forming a coherent thought. she should be used to this by now—it's not the first time it's happened, and there are those who recognize her and it makes her vastly uncomfortable. This is susan but—a susan who doesn't know about her siblings. who doesn't recognize her... a different susan. nova takes a moment to compose herself, transitioning from a shocked expression to a slightly icy, restrained smile ]

Yes. Sorry. Sorry. That was—

I'm going to start over. Hi. I'm Nova.

[gentlearcher]

[And you're not all right, Susan thought, recognizing a smile of pure, reinforced composure as one pro at that to another.

Her brow furrows, but Susan decides not to call her out on it. Yet.]

Hello, Nova. [Not a Narnian name, not a British name...] May I ask how you know me?

[takeabow]

It's... complicated. And stupid of me to bring up. Sorry. It'd be better if we just started over?

[ it's a long shot. she knows it. she doesn't want to agitate susan, and right now trying to smooth it over seems like the better option. it's no fun to be assaulted with so much information at once ]

[gentlearcher]

[Better, but less - truthful, she supposes is the word. Less real. She glances out for a moment to the window, to the night sky. For a moment, she feels dizzy. She has flown on a lion's back, back the ground was still there, beneath them for every bound, and Lucy was with her.

Where was the ground now? Where was her sister?]

It may be - complicated - and I admit to having more pressing concerns. [If it sounds like she's struggling with herself, she is. The easier way is to become silent, blend in, be Phyllis and let things go, listen to her fears, curl her heart in and away from further loss and pain. But...] But it does sound... important. And if I am to be here long, I would like to hear about it once I know more about where here is.

[takeabow]

Right. Yes. Okay, so. We're in space. On a spaceship. Well, a fleet of them. I know it's a lot to take in, but we're safe. No one really knows why we were brought here but some people have been here for a year, some people just a few months.

[ exposition, away from feelings. that's a good direction to go. ]

[ video ]

[precedented]

[ Susan. One version of her, untouched by Aather's magic. Unaware of the twists of fate that led her family. The steel was still in her eyes, the starlight in her veins. She was still -- strong.

But, he mused, she's always been strong. Stronger than him, stronger than most. ]

I'm afraid they are not here and are most likely back in England.

[ video ]

[gentlearcher]

[The first thing Susan notices are his eyes - that light behind the blue. The second thing is--] I beg your pardon? [England -- oh, his accent. 'Hers.' Right.

Right. All of this is very strange, there is someone who knows her name who she has never seen before, they are on a 'ship' that is apparently in space, but not the space of Earth and--she shakes her head.] Um, sorry. I see. [And she does, except it doesn't make any sense--] Thank you.

Re: [ video ]

[precedented]

[ Ah, was it Britain? He always got the little details mixed up at times. The perils of time and memory. ]

Do you? That might be a little hard to believe.

[ video ]

[gentlearcher]

[She blinks, and then because she has had it about up to here with being doubted, with doubting, because she has been brought out of space and time and has no idea where her brothers and sisters are, responds somewhat tartly:]

That may be so, but there is a lot of this which is hard to believe. That doesn't make it any less true. [A beat, as she frowns, considering, reassessing the own truth of her statement, the nature of the information she has received.] Or not true, as the case may be.

[There is much going on here that seems as if it should have a reason, and the fact that no one seems to know it is... worrying. She shakes her head, almost in apology but not quite, and returns her focus to the conversation.] But in this case, I'm not entirely sure what you mean.

Re: [ video ]

[precedented]

[ His lips twitch slightly. ]

Was it the term I used or the nature of it?

[ video ]

[gentlearcher]

The - [There's a precise word for this, what is it-- ah. Even in the state of anger and banked fear, there is a brief light in her eyes when she remembers:] genesis of it. I hadn't mentioned [her mouth almost forms 'where I was from' but that doesn't feel quite right, and neither does 'my home', not truly, not yet, not anymore] England.

[But then - everyone here spoke with such different accents, she could only assume that hers was equally identifiable.]

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[ladybro]

...Sounds like a big family.

[ sorry, she wants to say. because either they're here -- and also trapped. or they're not here, and this girl is alone. ]

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[gentlearcher]

I suppose we are, rather. [An indiscreet inquiry, really, and not a particularly foreign or favorite one. Yes, four children. Yes, two sons of Adam and two daughters of Eve, set on a very particular path for a very particular purpose. At least Susan had learned there was a Reason behind the peculiarity, even if it was one she could not share. And as aggravating as her siblings were, she wouldn't trade any single one of them, not even if it meant being a little more normal.] Though it rarely seems that way from the inside.

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[ladybro]

Right. From the inside, I guess it would just seem...normal.

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[gentlearcher]

[Her hand curled into a loose fist at her side.]

Often noisy. But yes, normal enough.

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[ladybro]

Where do you fall in the range of ages? Can I ask that? I'm a younger sister, myself.

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[gentlearcher]

[Susan's gaze flickered for a moment, first down and then to the door before returning to the communication device.]

I'm the second eldest. Peter is firstborn, then Edmund, then Lucy.

Action;

[notzubats]

[Sora had been on the Marsiva a couple days now. The place was creepy. Sure, it was a bit better with Poe there because it meant it wasn't empty, but still...it was creepy enough]

[It doesn't take Sora long to notice the new person. The kid will approach her, concerned. People in this situation should stick together, after all]

Hey. You okay?

Action;

[gentlearcher]

[Susan turns quickly, skirts swirling with the movement. Her hand tightens at her side.]

I am, thank you. [Because that was always the answer if you weren't bleeding, and sometimes even if you were.] Though I do find myself a bit... confused.

[A half step toward him, though not really closing the distance.] Are you from this place?

Action;

[notzubats]

[He meanwhile rubs the back of his head]

Yeah, confused's one way to put it.

[As his hand pulls away, he shakes his head] No. I got brought here not long ago....like a day or two? [It's really hard to tell time in space ok]

Action;

[gentlearcher]

[Oh, well. That's...

Susan glances from him to the hallway and back.] So - you were brought here as well? From your home?

Action;

[notzubats]

Yeah. [He gives a nod. Union wasn't exactly what he'd consider home, but no reason to go too much into that] From the sounds of it, they do this a lot.

Action;

[gentlearcher]

A lot? And do you know why?