Dear Diary -> Today I woke up on a spaceship...

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Who: Ringo Oginome
Broadcast: Video -> To All
Action: SS Marsiva
When: Late in the day, 02/03

[when the feed crackles to life, a girls face is on the other end. It's rather big, as has her face close to the camera. She pauses to look over her shoulder before she starts talking. She looks tense, but not worried. She's not scared per say, but she has the look of someone who is expecting a threat at any moment. Satisfied with whatever she sees, she looks directly at the camera again]

So, where are we this time? Looks like a space ship, which is definitely different for Yao. [she can't help the unconscious look of disgust that crosses her face at that name] And if anyone hasn't noticed, they put something in us this time. [she frowns deeply, and her free hand rubs the bulge of her implant]

We should probably pick a room and set up fortifications or something. Who knows when they'll decide to unleash the blood sucking aliens, or whatever they have planned for us.

[she pauses... When she briefly looked over the network, no one was talking about Haven, or getting ready, or anything. Memory loss? It happened before, maybe it was their latest way to get them to turn on each other. If that was the case, she had to find the others who knew what was going on, and this seemed like the most direct way. Too bad all of her assumptions are completely wrong, but she'll probably be told that soon...]

And if anyone actually remembers 'Haven', you'd better reply. We need to be ready.

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They're the people who're controlling this whole shebang.

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Show's up? So does that mean they're hanging out somewhere out of reach? [that catches her interest]

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Atroma? Yeah, no one knows where they're coming from. The signal doesn't seem to be coming from anywhere. You'll probably hear from them on Saturday, that's when they move people to ships.

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[so she has until Saturday? Hm. She notes that, a kind of deadline]

So how long have you been here?

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Uhhh, five? Yeah! Five months.

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S-Seriously? [a tremor of fear runs through her. Because everything these people are saying sounds like their own microcosmic, stories adding up... what if they're true?]

So you haven't just.... lived here your whole life?

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Definitely not. The place I come from is nowhere near as advanced as here on the technology side of things.

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[oh no]

So what do you do? I mean, what do you do here?

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I'm an engineer! I mean, I was pretty good at it back home, with what we had. But now I'm even better. [He points to the back of his head. ] The augments are good for something, at least. I'm pretty sure they'll turn us all into mindless zombies eventually but hey.

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So they... [she's not sure what she learned-- lab support. The thought springs to her mind. She imagines a lab, how to use the tools in it. Chemistry, forumals, first aid... She takes a deep shuddering breath]

Finally we found something we agree on. So how do we take them out?

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The augments? You can't. They...uh, do bad things to your head if you try.

But I'm working on a way to get us all outta here. I just need to find maps, mostly, star charts, y'know? See if I can find a way to chart anyone somewhere familiar.

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Sounds like a good plan.

[or at least, it would if this is real. But sure, whatever. She'll help the crazy guy look for start charts if she finds the time]

I'll look around and see what I can find on this ship.

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Good luck, I guess?

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[mmmrg, she just shrugs her shoulders and turns off the device.

RINGO THAT IS NOT HOW YOU POLITELY END CONVERSATIONS ALDKGHALH I apologize... on her behalf]

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Well, that was abrupt.

[Just when he'd been missing Zuko's weird anti social moments. She truly is a saviour. ]