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[ownassets]

Who: Moira MacTaggert + you
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: The Marsiva
When: Now!

( Things are silent when the broadcast first comes on - the room that Moira's woken in on display, and the confused expression on her face. This isn't the mansion - it isn't where she's supposed to be. Things had been a little quieter since Cuba - or at least there hadn't been any visitors. No one that might be able to easily whisk someone away.

The empty room sends Moira out into the corridor - searching for Charles, or someone else that she may know. Hank, even Raven - Shaw's 'friend'. The look of the corridor doesn't tell Moira much - she hasn't seen it before, and it's long with plenty of rooms. Rooms that she doesn't immediately go in, not wanting to walk into an unpleasant surprise.

But the more she walks down the corridors, and meets dead ends at turns, and no other people, have her turning back around to check out one of the rooms. Maybe she'll meet an unpleasant surprise, maybe she'll find something else - or Charles. Maybe he isn't even here, and this is just her. The first room is empty, and sparse. The second room is larger, leading to another room. Although it's a bad idea idea Moira hasn't seen anyone yet - and bad ideas might get her somewhere. Or someone )

Hello?

( She's still slowly stepping through the first room, and wondering just how many living spaces this place has. How many living spaces for no people? If only she knew that the answer was behind her - or was everywhere. If only she knew this whole thing had been broadcast )

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[athru]

[ There's a quiet, awed little noise before Raven clicks on her device and responds. ]

Moira?

[ ... This is going to be awkward as hell for Charles. ]

video.

[ownassets]

( Okay when she said she was looking for you- )

Raven?

( Also bear with her she's still 100% confused and has no idea where to look )

video.

[athru]

On your - device, the thing you woke up with. That's how I'm talking to you.

[ This is so weird, oh my god. ]

video.

[ownassets]

( You know what's weird? This communicating thing. Which- she does have one of those. In a pocket, that she didn't really look at because that sure is a thing she doesn't know what it is. But Raven's saying go so- )

Right. ( Okay maybe now it's awkward ) This- is he here? Azazel?

( Look you get teleported somewhere- )

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[beathach]

[well, that's a familiar face he didn't expect to see. God, when was the last time he saw her? Spoke to her? It was shortly after Cuba, for sure, and she doesn't look a day older than that.

But there's "facetwins" and other nonsense that happens here, so when his video pops up it's a little . . . tentative]

Ma'am?

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[ownassets]

( Apparently everyone she's thinking about is showing up. Just not how she'd expected.

And also not exactly looking how she'd just remembered seeing them. Did you shave? )

Hank. ( Well it's definitely not just her ) Where are you?

( That room sure don't look like her room )

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[beathach]

[shave, why would he shave, he can't grow a beard.

Oh wait he was blue the last time she saw him, that's right. Blue and ten years younger, dear god]

H-Hi Moira.

It's - uh, I'm on my ship. You're on - the Marsiva right now, it's - where everyone wakes up when they arrive.

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[ownassets]

( Your... ship. Awesome. Also why are they on the water doesn't anyone remember how that went last time? )

Who is everyone?

( Because she could tell you her top guesses and they wouldn't all be great. Although 50% right )

[passingthrough]

[Kitty is sure she's never met the woman who comes on the screen, but she still looks familiar to her. After all, Moira Trask is one of the primary members of the Human High Council, an organization that falls somewhere between ally and enemy for the X-Men. They don't exactly bother programming their sentinels to avoid them. But the enemy of my enemy is my friend, and both groups wanted very much to take down Apocalypse. She's seen pictures and read reports on her. It was all years ago now and this woman looks younger. In a multiverse anything is possible.]

Surprise, you're not dreaming.

[ownassets]

( That is a surprise, though it all is. She's not sure what she would say if this were a dream, though she's having a hard time accepting it as reality )

I'm glad my dreams aren't this strange.

[passingthrough]

Oh, no, just your life. Welcome to your abduction. [She should be the actual welcoming committee.]

[ownassets]

( Honestly? Maybe. It's just about as helpful as the crazy explanations have been )

Abduction to what?

( Kitty may also be sounding a tiny bit suspicious. Or maybe Moira's just a suspicious person )

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[tallasaking]

I applaud your willingness to explore. If you find anything intriguing, do let us all know.

[Is Tyrion's response, as he peers at the woman before him. He offers her a crooked smile and a faint bow.]

And do please let us know if you need assistance in any way.

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[ownassets]

( Though the offer is kind, and she does perhaps need it, it's still surprising - that this happens enough to be familiar, that these voices keep appearing from nowhere. It's not really nowhere - it's on her communicator, but it's still a foreign concept )

Is there something to find here? Or has it all been explored before?

( Not that she could just sit on her hands even if it had )

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[tallasaking]

People have gone over it quite thoroughly, but I have found the ships come apart at the seams sometimes, when the Atroma do not expect them to. It is always worth a second look, just to be sure nothing has been missed.

[A slight pause, and a helpful.]

If you are looking for me, my voice is coming from the communicator, off to your left.

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[ownassets]

( Maybe there would be something. It was a hope, a thing that Moira could use over the next few days even if it ended up being nothing.

Hearing where he was, that Moira wasn't just talking to an empty room helped. The communicators were foreign to her, and she hadn't taken much of a look at them. It takes her a moment before she has it up and is looking back at him, finding talking to a person much easier )

You've been on this ship. How long were you here?

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[axiomed]

[ Seeing Moira again was bittersweet, bringing back a rush of memories long since buried. Of happier times. And darker ones.

Self-consciously, he runs a hand through his hair. What would she think of him now? He finds that he cares.

( he finds that he shouldn't ) ]

Hello, Moira.

[ video ]

[ownassets]

( At the sound of Charles' voice, at seeing him, there was some relief. Raven had mentioned that he was here, and even before then she'd wondered it for herself. But seeing that he was actually okay - seeing it with her own eyes? It was better than just hearing it )

Charles. ( And she sounds relieved. A little too relieved? ) Is it all true?

( She's had Raven and Hank tell her some but it's ridiculous and unbelievable. Though if he confirms it - she trusts him enough to have to believe it )

[ private ]

[axiomed]

[ Charles locks the feed, privately glad he's the communications officer of the Heron. He wonders what she sees right now - what she remembers. He swallows lightly. ]

It's true. I'm sorry, Moira.

[ private ]

[ownassets]

( Her face falls a little in disappointment, the hope that he might tell her something different - something easier to handle gone. But she can't really say that she didn't expect him to confirm it. They'd all been abducted, and Hank was trustworthy )

I couldn't expect anything else. ( But she could wish ) They told me you were here. Are you okay?

Not Here

[grandstanding]

[He always checks the network in the mornings. It's routine, at this point. He gives most of them cursory glances, and responds to ones he finds more relevant. Usually, it's dull.

This isn't. When Moira's unknown broadcast begins, he has to stare at the image for a long while. This woman isn't someone he's thought about in a long time. He had relegated her to the box of the past, along with the other detritus he accumulated over the years. He's vividly reminded of sand, and sun, and the sharp sting of bullets.

He snaps the communicator shut and puts it away. Someone else can deal with her. He has no reason to, and even less desire.]

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[castrationfist]

[Finally, someone else on this ship. Caster isn't sure what this person is like, though, and she knows to not just assume people are going to be okay with someone like her. So, invisibly and silently, she just follows Moira for a bit, gliding along the floor in her spirit form.

But, once she's returned to the first room, it seems like her exploration is over. She's not becoming visible or solid just yet, so there's just a disembodied voice coming from nearby.]

Hello! Are you done exploring now? It doesn't seem like anyone else is here, you'll have to use your communicator for that.

[ownassets]

( Although Moira has had an entire conversation in her head it was a lot different hearing the voice in the room but not seeing the person. When she turned around to respond Moira fully expected someone to be there - and then looked puzzled when the room was just as empty as when she'd entered )

Is someone there?

[castrationfist]

Right here, right here! Ah, but you can't see me like this, can you?

[Her voice is definitely coming from a specific spot, but it seems like there's nothing there.]

[ownassets]

Like-

( There's a brief pause, and then a guess. Is she- )

You're invisible.