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Who: Billy Cranston
Broadcast: Network, video
Action: Aboard the Marsiva
When: Mid-day, about now

[Upon waking, Billy immediately reached for the bedside table as a matter of habit. There he encountered his glasses, his wrist communicator, and an unfamiliar computer-like device. Once the glasses were in place, it became apparent that his surroundings were unfamiliar. Worse, the most important of his personal effects, the silver buckle that granted him protection, was conspicuously absent. And wort of all, his personal communicator found no signal. His captors weren't precisely imitating Lord Zedd's style (he'd expect more fog and evil laughter, and possibly bruises), but the need for caution was abundantly clear.

Once he'd thoroughly rumpled the bedside area in a panic, calmed himself with a breathing exercise, and mostly brought himself up to speed on the strange computer sitting beside him, he activated it, putting considerable effort into sounding less frightened than he was.]

If I've been given this device, I have to assume there are many more...esteemed guests of our hosts. How are you enjoying your stay?

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Thank you.

[ She bows again, her smile widening. ]

I can certainly think of far more unpleasant things and places to be. Everyone has been extremely forthcoming and pleasant so far, and most of the people I have encountered have been helpful.

I'm glad. From the sounds of it, things could definitely be much worse than they are.

I'm not sure where I'll be contributing yet, but if I can ever help, let me know.

Has anyone informed you of anything yet? I will not be of much help, but the main thing that I have found out is that something known as the Atroma is behind our abductions. And apparently we are now reality television stars.

Ah, worry not. Everyone seems to get assigned some task or another. I have been given the job of communications officer aboard the Blameless.

That's helpful, yes. I'm still trying to wrap my head around that type of broadcast. My world didn't have anything like it, at least not at that point in time.

...well, that doesn't sound too bad. I'm willing to learn anything to assist, but has anything felt off-balance in your brain?

It is certainly something, although I am not so sure how much I truly believe it.

Oh, yes. I know things that I should not know... that would be the augments, I believe.

Mysterious brain surgery. That's exactly what I've always wanted.

[He makes a small face, as clearly he does not trust it at all.]

How does your augment affect you?

Indeed... something forced upon us during our arrival.

[ She can agree with that, Billy. She heaves a soft sigh, humming in thought. ]

It affects everyone differently. I know things about communications that I did not learn at home, such as the technology involved with it. Granted, I am still not good at it, but I just... knew how to do it upon waking it. It was extremely bizarre.

I'm an inventor, I do know some things about mechanics...but something will feel different when I board a ship?

It might. You may realize just what they want you to do... rather, what your augment truly is. Perhaps you will be an engineer?

It's possible. All will be clear when I board, I guess? It's all limbo until then.

Indeed. But you should not be on the Marsiva more than a few days, so you will know soon... which is a good thing, honestly. Did you arrive alone or with anyone else?

There are others here. A captain...another two passing by in the halls. I'm honestly a little preoccupied to be speaking very much.

Ah... actually, now that you say that, it reminds me. Someone from my own homeworld recently arrived, you may still find him aboard the Marsiva. His name is Ignis Scientia. It's all a little overwhelming, isn't it? I arrived alone, but I did not stay aboard the Marsiva for very long. A few hours, tops.

I'll keep an eye out for him, if that helps?

I do not know him personally, he is a very dear friend of my fiancé's. I pray the two of you find one another.

Thank you. You'll be the first to know if it happens.

And...if you happen to see anyone claiming to be from a city called Angel Grove and wearing largely monochromatic clothing in a bright color, they're most likely someone I know. I don't think they're here, but they may be someday.