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Who: Uraraka Ochako / OTA
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: The Marsiva
When: right now go go go

[So... is the whole stuffing-information-in-your-head somebody's Quirk? Because it's an especially scary one, if that's the case. Ochako can't help poking at the back of her neck, feeling for the augment, with an increasing level of alarm as she wanders through the ship she'd woken up in. The communicator gripped tightly in her hands has been all but useless, too- she's tried to call all the numbers she knows by heart, but they won't connect to anyone familiar. She really does appear to be alone in the middle of nowhere. And- okay, she's always liked space and the sky and stars and whatnot- sort of comes hand in hand with gravity control, she figures. But she didn't expect to ever go there. Certainly not without someone who knows what they're doing.

The communicator keeps flashing at her, though, so eventually she braves sending a message to the masses in the hopes of finding some familiar - or at least friendly - faces. Let's... try smiling...! Yes!]

So, um. That. Sure is a lot of space out there, haha!

I guess nobody out there's got a convenient Quirk that can send me home, huh?

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Because you're in space?

[At least, that's what she assumes, considering their situation. Ooh, can they go outside in space suits? That would be way easier to train than just turning her Quirk on!]

Well, I was in space at a different point, before I came here. I was on the moon. I wasn't in any ship or station, at that time, so I wasn't affected by any artificial gravity.

....On the moon!?

[!!!]

Are you an astronaut?

[Kaworu laughs, but it isn't derisive. Charmed, more than anything.]

I'm not an astronaut. But I was a pilot, and I piloted something down to the Earth.

[He probably looks too young for that sort of thing, but he's also entirely nonchalant.]

[She's coming from a world where a bunch of kids are being trained to battle supervillains in an actual school, so her idea of what's age-appropriate might be a little skewed, anyway.]

Wow, wow!! That's amazing, you look so young!

[Ah, yes, teen heroes and their underage shenanigans. If only Kaworu knew literally anything about comics and capes.

But he just smiles and smiles, friendly and welcoming.] You look young, too.

Sure, but I'm still in high school. Piloting is a real job and everything! Were you in training?

[Well, it's easiest to say,] I had known I would be a pilot for some time.

Oh, you're following your dream, then? That's wonderful!

[She is probably making a whole lot of assumptions here, oops.]

[It's cute... And he isn't bothered in the slightest. Granted, it's not easy to bother him.]

I feel like I'm closer to my dreams now that I'm here, in fact. My time as a pilot is nothing compared to what I've been able to do here. I'm sure you'd like to hurry home, but I hope that your time with us can be fulfilling for you as well.

Make the most of it, huh...

[Well, that does make sense. As nervous as she is, she can recognize that this place is new and a little exciting, too.]

I can see the appeal. I do like space, so... maybe this is going to be fun.

There are a lot of fun things. [He's trying to be encouraging, so, while mellow, he's quite sunny, a pacific sort of livelihood.] You'll go to new places. Make new friends.

Right... I'm pretty good at that, so...!

[It'll be like going away to school all over again, surely! Just. Get out and about. Explore, be friendly, do her thing! Make everyone back home proud of her. Everyone back home, who is... not here...

....Right, anyway! Best to start here.]

I'm Uraraka Ochako! What's your name?

I'm sure you're wonderful at it. [His smile is photo-ready, some sort of fashion mag regular on this crazy space journey, but he's wholly sincere; she seems like a nice girl and he's enjoyed speaking with her so far. That's true for most people he talks with, but that doesn't lesson this young woman's importance at all.] I've met good people here. Surely you will, too.

I'm Nagisa Kaworu. It's a pleasure to meet you, Uraraka-san.

Same to you!

[And she's sincere, certainly; he's been very kind, just the sort of welcome she needed.]

Have you been here very long?

Several months. I admit I often have my attention elsewhere, [since he's a lovestruck teenager and kind of a space cadet in the first place,] but do you have any questions? I'll answer what I'm able.

[.......S.... several... months...]

Um... ah... w-well! Is that... normal?

The time frame?

[His eyebrows angle with sympathy again. He's not trying to be unkind, but he's not exactly delicate when he says,] Some passengers leave quickly. Others stay a while longer. There are those who have been with the Fleet for upwards of a year.

That's...

[Terrifying? Yeah, terrifying. Nice as it is to not be lied to, it's still quite the shock when she's still so new.]

And there's no way to go home on your own?

[Despite his social ineptitude, and despite how he desperately wants to stay with the Fleet instead of returning home, he does understand. His smile stays for encouragement's sake, but it's thin and grim, now.]

Not at this time. Atroma pushes and pulls at will. As far as I can tell, there is a group that wishes to leave and a group that wishes to stay... but nothing is guaranteed for any of us.

...Ah...

[She needs a minute to let that sink in. No choice on whether to stay or go, no way of knowing how long she'll be here, and no way to see or even speak to anyone from home? Her friends, her family...

It's a lot to swallow all at once.]

[Probably, this sort of thing is to be expected. Kaworu is practiced only in soothing one particular person, but he can at least try to put it to use here...]

You won't be alone, Uraraka-san. People here will want to help you, and they'll try for your sake. [And, with real conviction,] There is hope. Remember that there will always be hope.

[It's hard not to cling to her miserable thoughts; she'd already had a good freakout and probably a good cry all on her own, waking up in this big empty place. But he's right, of course. And it's also likely that if she lets herself start, she won't be able to stop.]

Um... yes, you're right... I'm sorry, I must sound like a real downer.

No, you're wonderful. You're doing wonderfully. Be patient with yourself. You'll need time to acclimate, and that's fine. But Lilin is wonderfully adaptive.

[He presents himself like downfeathers, gentle as can be. Everything about him promises that things will be okay.]

What's... Lilin?

[The unfamiliar term distracts her, at least, and she scrubs at her eyes to focus better.]