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[perfecting]

Who: Nancy Wheeler and you;
Broadcast: yes
Action: n/a - Marsiva
When: current.

( A; VIDEO )

[ the video opens, abruptly, to what is undoubtedly the marsiva. The girl who walks into the frame, her back to the camera is on the younger side. When she turns, a few things might be easily concluded. This is a teenager - pale face, blue eyes, a golden necklace of two ballet slippers, tightening her dark jacket over her sweater.

Unaware of the camera, she will lift a bandaged palm and neatly undo the bandages, inspecting a well-healed palm. Look closely and you might notice a thin, pale scar just in the middle of her palm before she'll tighten her hand into a fist.

She's entirely alone, it would seem. Nothing but the eerie, cheerful music of the Marsiva. Looking around at the food and drinks, she breathes a little faster. Her alarm is quiet; there is no hysteria or panic - but there is certainly fear.

And apparently, anger. A moment later she will catch a glass and throw it onto the floor, smashing it. When no response comes, something will snap and methodically, she will begin throwing and smashing plates and glasses, pushing aside cots, toppling them over and when this surge of quiet anger stops -

nothing. but this lack of response seems to unnerve her and she bends over, picks up a broken shred and holds onto it, as if she is still awaiting an attack from an unknown party. ]


( B; TEXT )

[ several hours later, most of which were spent watching the messages on the network and trying ( and failing ) to understand their meaning, she seems to understand this is a mean of communication of a sort. but then, how? if there is no one with her?

figuring this works like a phone of a sort, only with words, she will send a single word out, a tentative, unsure attempt: ]

Hello?

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text »

[ladybro]

Yo.

[ hi, stranger. ]

text »

[perfecting]

[ does anyone except Dusting still say 'yo'? she narrows her eyes at the message, trying to figure out where it came from and if she is, in fact, speaking to an 11 year old. ]

Hi. Who are you?

[ but then, a second later, as if she realized what she should be asking, ]

Where are you?

text »

[ladybro]

Kate. Aboard the Blameless. What about you?

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[perfecting]

[ she's about to type her name but thinks better of it and instead, focuses on the urgent part of her predicament. ]

I don't know.

It's just me here.

text;

[noprophecies]

[okay, she'll bite]

well met?

text;

[perfecting]

I guess.

[ She feels like she's talking to a teacher of a sort. All those fancy words. ]

Where are you?

[ she's slowly mapping the different names of the ships and who's where. She's not sure if there's a point to that, only that it fills the time and calms her panic. ]

text;

[noprophecies]

im down on the ring planet. who is this?

text;

[perfecting]

On the what?

have you ever been in a - I don't know what to call it. I think it's a ship? there's food and chairs but there's no one else here.

I'm trying to get out.

text.

[paraclete]

Hello. :)

[He had seen the video—the emoticon at the end of his message is just as much meant for reassurance as it is just his usual disposition. Of course, it's not as well conveyed through text...

But Kaworu's not really well-rounded when it comes to social cues and such, so he's offering that textual smile anyway.]

text.

[perfecting]

Hi.

Is that a smile?

[ it looks like one - only she's not sure what's there to smile about. ]

text.

[paraclete]

Yes, a smile, from me to you. :) :)

How are things feeling right now?

text.

[perfecting]

Creepy.

[ she won't say 'scary', this isn't the scariest thing she's ever been through but it is unsettling. ]

Quiet. There's no one here.

text

[girlverine]

Hi.

[Laura Kinney = Least Helpful.]

text

[perfecting]

Hey

Who are you?

Are you on one of the ships?

[ She's beginning to learn, it would seem. ]

text

[girlverine]

Laura. Who are you?

Yes.

But not right now.

text

[perfecting]

You can leave the ships?

It doesn't work that way where I am.

There's no one else. How did you get out?

video;

[stoccado]

[A screen nearby flickers on-- her communicator? Maybe.

Blue hair will be a huge standout, but a concerned expression is present, too. That's nice.]

Are you all right?

[She's seen the freak out. Poor girl.]

video;

[perfecting]

I guess.

[ she walks closer to the communicator, peering at it while biting her lip, trying to figure it out.

Is her hair blue? ]

I mean - it's just me here. It's weird.

video;

[stoccado]

Don't worry, you're not alone-- not really! [The girl tries to change tactics, offering a warm smile.]

Right now you're on a large ship in space, called the Marsiva. In about a week, you'll be permanently assigned to a smaller ship. That's where the rest of the crew is. Unfortunately, until then, we can't join you, and you can't join us. But we can communicate through these devices.

My name's Asuna. What's yours?

text

[notmutantbutmiracle]

Yes?

[A momentary pause before more text appears.]

First time using the communicator I take it?

text

[perfecting]

Yes.

I wasn't sure what to say.

There's no one else here.

text

[notmutantbutmiracle]

On the Marsiva? That would make you the only new arrival this week then.

[Maybe that was for the best considering her earlier display on the comms?]

You must have a lot of questions. I tray and answer as many of them as I can if you'd like.

Text;

[alwayscomeback]

Hey-yo? You've reached the Blue Fish helpline, for all your Blue Fishy needs. Captain Sokka speaking.

Text;

[perfecting]

That's the name of a ship?

[ if Blameless is one, then why not Blue Fish? with everything that's been happening, she's almost angry with herself for the childish urge to ask out loud who's the person who names these ships? it all seems, like everything else, entirely too random.

and Nancy is so tired of random horrors. ]

Hi, I'm

I don't really know what I've wanted to say. I guess I needed to know if there's someone out there.

Text;

[alwayscomeback]

It sure is. Not to be confused with the Red Fish. The Blue one is better.

[It's a GREAT name for a ship, in Sokka's opinion. It's very Water Tribe.]

There's lots of someone's out here, I promise. You new?