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[experiencepoints]

Who: Everyone messed up by the dragon plot, and visitors
Broadcast: N/A
Action: Blue Fish's clinic!
When: All throughout the Solrius dragon plot and through the space flight to the next destination.

[So several RPG characters, a dragon, and two messianic figures walk into a planet.

Everything is suffering and tears, there's a lot of dead people, there's no punchline. But, hey, for the survivors, the Blue Fish's clinic is treating wounds and generally being a decent place to rest and recover and pray you don't see a dragon again. And for those who weren't involved, there's enough people bedridden here that there may just be someone you want to visit.]

Comments

[monolike]

I'd also like more than what we're given. [Sorey sighs and runs a hand through his hair.] I've been here...I don't even know. Over half a year.

I didn't even know space travel was a thing before this. We don't have this kind of technology back home.

[deviances]

Right? Same here. [ He manages a smile, amused. ] Last time I checked, some people back home might've been close to makin' somethin' that could fly people through the air. If I get back and tell 'em about space travel? They'll probably lock me up. [ Snort! ]

Y'know, I've heard some people got here like... years ago. I'm still really curious about what made 'em grab, well, us.

[monolike]

It seems completely random. I'll admit I haven't looked into it, but there's such a huge variety of people here...it feels like nobody has a single common thread.

There's a lot of questions and no answers. It must be worse for the people who've been here for a long time, but it's still frustrating. [Sorey's been here in the Fleet longer than he's been away from his village.]

[deviances]

I don't think we'll find a common thread unless we know almost as much about each other's worlds and shit as Atroma does. And that? Would take on hell of a team effort. Not sayin' we couldn't ever, but still.

[ Curious as he is, he knows he doesn't have the brain capacity to keep up with so many people from so many different kinds of worlds - and he's sure there are some in the fleet who would rather be silent entirely. It's a tough one. ]

[monolike]

It would take a lot. Years of work, maybe, for only one piece of information. And with the frequency people show up and then disappear again, it would probably be a waste of manpower. [even if sorey WOULD be interested to know everybody's stories.]

I guess the more important thing to know would be how can we make ourselves less important? If the Atroma don't get what they want anymore, then they'll stop kidnapping people.

[deviances]

Ah, good point.

[ He crosses his arms, drums his fingers against his elbows as he thinks that over. ]

Less important... I mean, short of doin' nothin' that could be considered entertainin', what was the last thing they seemed annoyed about when it came to us? Anything?

[monolike]

I have no idea.

If they've even contacted any of us between my arrival and now, I didn't see it. There aren't any ships in the Fleet besides the one we're on, save the Marvisa, and nobody's managed to get to and back from there on their own so if there is anyone there we can talk to, it's impossible to get to them.

We know that they're watching most of what we do, if not everything, and they can obviously read whatever we write up to each other. They must know how we want to go home too, so it's only natural they'd guard themselves so closely.