DEBBIE DOWNER STRIKES AGAIN: a video

[broroona]

Who: bawhona Baroona
Broadcast: video
Action: SS Marsiva hospitality deck
When: idk 10/9 late at night, whenever that is

[The camera's set at an upward angle, as if placed on the floor. It shows a sliver of one of the hospitality deck windows and a man leaning against it, smoking. His clothing choices are... strange; a bright orange ski hat, a pair of pink and black gloves that might seem familiar-it seems more like a collection than an outfit. When he moves exhaustion slows him and though expressionless, there's a cloud of sadness that lingers around him.

Basically, he's being a moody spaceshit at some ungodly hour. Hi.]

You know-[He taps his knuckles against the windows, knocking some ash from his cigarette in the process.]-I used to watch the sky back home. Sounds dumb but there was something comforting about it.

[Sighing out a cloud of smoke, he stands up straight, slipping the cigarette between his lips again. His tone shifts from wistful to dry.] This view sucks. They're not stars anymore like this. Just places that are too far away.

[With another sigh, he frowns briefly, turning and pressing his back against the view, scrubbing at his hair. Looking way too done with all of this.]

I'm tired. Talking too much. [He kicks the comm, turning the camera so that it's looking straight out the window. A full view of the stars.] If you're awake, humor me. Which do you think is your home?

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[netscreens]

[ this broadcast winds up resonating a lot with cress — a little too close, actually, if the faint twist of her lips that seem more melancholy than mirthful are of any indication.

her device, too, is set aside, seemingly on some table as she sits in her bed, knees drawn up so she can wrap her arms around them. she isn't staring out at any window. ]

What if you're not sure what your home is? [ voice tiny, maybe just thinking out loud. ] Can you still play?

[broroona]

[Oh? Baroona pokes his head back into the screen at that, blinking curiously before giving her a small smile.]

That makes it easier. Here. [He lifts the comm, pointing it directly out at the stars. Tapping the glass with his finger again, he runs his hand across the great expanse.] Pick one. When you do, that will be what your home is.

[netscreens]

[ cress blinks at that, sitting up just a little bit, clearly tempted by the idea. she's dreamed for a home for a long time, after all, and now someone was offering it to her. simple as that.

but after a few moments of silence, she hunches over again, looking unsure. ]

Isn't that sadder? [ even if she were to have one, it'll still wind up being too far out of her reach once more. ] Shouldn't I think of this as my home now?

[broroona]

[He shrugs.]

If you want. If it feels like it. But you can't force where you feel comfortable. The saddest thing is lying to yourself about where you should be.

[netscreens]

What if you don't know where you should be?

[ she hesitates a little.

no, no that isn't right.

in a tinier voice: ]

I mean... what if you don't like where you're supposed to be?

[broroona]

Then leave.

[He says it as if it's so simple.] There's no reason to listen to someone trying to chain you down.

[netscreens]

I, um. See, I don't...

[ she laughs a little in response, something nervous and small. ]

I don't think it's always that simple.

[broroona]

[Thankfully, he's more curious then offended.]

Why not? What's holding you back?

[netscreens]

A lot of things. [ she smiles thinly. ] My home, [ "home," her tone already implying those air quotes, ] it's.. not that easily accessible. I was able to contact someone nice enough to come rescue me, once, but then — but then I was found out.

[ and then her home was sent crashing into the earth's atmosphere... ]

[broroona]

So you're trapped? Or you can't go back?

[He's kind of unclear on the implications here. Had she escaped in time? Or been caught before the rescue even happened? Maybe he's just misunderstanding.]