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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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( 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 )

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.

( 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?

I have been here just short of five months. In that time I have increased my studies ten-fold ... to learn how to adapt, survive, and hopefully one day overcome.

[He gave her a little smile.] It will take some time to learn your way around, but we can use every sharp mind we can get.

I don't even know where to begin adapting to this.

( There's been a lot of 'world upside down' lately )

[Tyrion swept his gaze over her, then stated simply.]

First of all, take a deep breath. Breathing, I find, is the most important way to recognize one is alive, and still moving.

Okay.

( There's a pause, as she does what he suggested )

Then what?

Step two is ... have you eaten or had water to drink yet?

[Basic survival, right there.]

Not here. Where do I find it?

( Minus a kitchen )

Do you see the communicator? You should be able to pull up a map of the ship that you are on, from the main screen.

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