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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 )

Comments

[beathach]

[aha . . . hahaha . . .

He tosses his glasses off screen and sighs, rubbing at the side of his neck, a nervous, awkward gesture]

I can't tell you because it's not my place to.

[ownassets]

( That doesn't exactly reassure her, or stop that thought )

But you don't deny it.

[beathach]

I'm not confirming it, either.

[he has to wonder, suddenly, if Moira had been there, if the last eleven years of their lives would have gone differently]

[ownassets]

( Fine you win this round )

How do I find him?

( No Moira, he finds you )

[beathach]

[a weak smile]

I'm sure he's seen your broadcast by now.

[ownassets]

Hopefully. ( Stay tuned ) Thank you, for telling me what you did.

[beathach]

[oh he is]

You're welcome. Let me know when you get your assignment? I'll come visit.

[ownassets]

That's nice of you.

[beathach]

[he quirks a small smile]

It's easier to talk in person than it is across these things. At least at first.

[ownassets]

Does it really get easier?

[beathach]

It does. I mean - [a little wryly] You're still going to hear a lot of things that don't make sense, but you start getting used to it. And people are pretty good about explaining it. But in general - yeah, it gets easier. That much I can promise.

And - you're not alone here. So that helps, too.

[ownassets]

Things that don't make sense. Is that because they're from the future or we're even further from home?

( Universes. Future. Who even knows any more )

It's probably more useful for you.

[beathach]

A little bit of both? Mostly future things.

Maybe after I learn about what it is - but I'm just as lost as you and everyone else.

[ownassets]

If you figure it out you can let me know.

( He's the genius. He has the best odds )

[beathach]

Yes ma'am. I'll do my best to explain it, at least.

[ownassets]

I'm sure you'll do great.

[beathach]

Here's hoping.