Winter

[therewerefifty]

Who: Makie and you!
Broadcast: Not here. Try Manji's post.
Action: Yes!  Many places.
When: Over the next week

[Marsiva]

[It's still strange how she completely forgot about this place.  Between her health and Manji's on-edge paranoia and mansplaining she's exhausted, and can be found on her own curled up on a chair by a window, watching the starry dark outside.  The first time she was here it was a little terrifying.  Now, it's just peaceful.

Mostly until she starts coughing, anyway.]

[Blameless]

[And then she gets rudely dumped amidst a shower of confetti on the bridge of an unfamiliar ship, quite literally just sitting on the ground and trying to shield her face from all the coloured paper.  Sup, guys.  Here's a pale, thin lady in a kimono and shawl who glances up once it's safe, blinking in some confusion.]

...oh.  I'd... forgotten.

[For all the confusion, though, she couldn't sound any less interested about being here.  It's not personal; that's just Makie for you.  She's eternally done with the world.

For anyone not on the bridge, she will at least explore the ship to reorient herself before she goes and takes a nap.]

[Twin Roses]

[Eventually, once she's recovered somewhat, she makes the trip here.  She's never stepped into this cargo bay with such uncertainty.   Where you guys at?]

Comments

[angelofthevored]

[l o o k it's just in case, ok, like he read stuff before but maybe next time he won't ok just]

Not especially. [BLUNT. Not that he sounds like he's complaining, just matter-of-fact.] Though that appears to be a common thread for people brought here.

[therewerefifty]

[She commiserates there.]

For a great many of us, yes. Perhaps it's because those with miserable lives may put up less of a protest at finding themselves here.

[angelofthevored]

It makes sense, [Castiel agrees, sighing and leaning back in his chair to look out over the stars as she had moments ago.] Why would a captive struggle for freedom when their prison is kinder than their reality?

[therewerefifty]

The welfare of other captives, perhaps.

[She's happy to stay. Many others she likes are not.]

[angelofthevored]

Maybe, [Cas agrees, because he'd do it too, but there are just as many people who wouldn't as those who would.] They could also be playing the 'long con.' Wearing their captives down over time like a river over a stone.

[therewerefifty]

It works, I think. [She tips her head back to rest against the window.] The more time that goes past without any hope of return, the more people stop trying.

[angelofthevored]

[There's nothing to say in response to that. She's right, after all; hope is as fragile as it is powerful. Sometimes even the simple act of giving up can be a relief.

The stars are beautiful like this though; collections of them even Castiel hasn't seen, the arrangement alien and incomprehensible. He listens to the silence between he and Makie, lets the distant roar of the galaxy's rotation fill it instead, and closes his eyes.]