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Tha sin mar bhàs.

Who: Katie and you!
Broadcast: Yes!
Action: Planetside
When: Now-ish

[Amusement Park]

[So this is where she goes when she wants time to think, apparently. The bunker is a place she won't enter; between the heavy aftermath of a mass death and the understandably stricken reactions of its visitors, the atmosphere is far too toxic. But it doesn't mean she isn't grieving. The deaths could not be helped and are god knows how far in the past, but the fact that these people have been forgotten - not acknowledged even by this automated town, let alone the rest of space - is something that sits very poorly. She can't even change anything about the town to reflect its population's final days.

She's walking the rollercoaster tracks, very high up, thinking over the issue. Don't ask how she got up that high. And don't worry if you should be using the rollercoaster at the time; she can avoid you. Might give you a bit of a scare, though, sorry.

Eventually, she puts a call through to Sam.]

[Outside of town]

[As far as she can go before she suspects (or hopes) she's outside the range of the city's replication science so her work isn't scrubbed. She's not too far from the bunker; it would be pointless if she were too far away from it.

She finds a rock face smooth enough, and between a thick blade and Kirito's lightsaber she carves a memorial. Maybe nobody will ever see it, but if any other visitors come to this place, they should know what happened. It's worth the extra headache.]

[And Broadcast]

I've decided to quit making dreamcatchers and move on to voodoo dolls instead. It's more fun. So if you'd like to take one before I end up throwing them all out, feel free.

[Just so you know. Totally honest, as usual. Less cheerful than normal.

If anyone wants her she'll be curled up in her office with Licorice on her lap. She's so tired of these planets.]

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[Dot do do. Walking around. Minding my own business aaaaaaaaaand looking up.]

[hey, she sounds a little down! which, you know, it's Katie. hard to tell sometimes. so when you can tell, it isn't great.

there's a knock on her office door at some point, and after a few seconds Mikleo pokes his head in. a little spotted cat head peers in right next to his.]

Mind a visitor?

Do they really catch dreams? Like, hold onto them and stuff?

[Non-humans aren't a rare thing in this Fleet, Cas is quickly discovering, so when he finds some kind of nature spirit in a mortal body carving up some rocks near the bunker he isn't too rattled.

Seeing her carve up a memorial for the humans presumably killed inside, though, does make him stop. He watches her for a moment, far off so as not to disturb her, watching until it seems like she's done before approaching. To thank her maybe, to pay his own respects; he's not sure yet.]

[dreamcatchers, eh]

I'll take the ones you don't throw out. They shouldn't go to waste.

What's a voodoo doll?

[He shouldn't say anything. HE SHOULDN'T. At least he learned from the Dream Catcher Incident- and doesn't openly scorn her weird magical bullshit. ]

Um. Question? What are you going to do with the voodoo dolls?

[Your favorite research insomniac is here for your call, who needs sleep when you've got to organize and figuring up information regarding a giant fucking tomb. What a depressing month. Er. Among others, but this one sucks far worse, all things considered.

He's always more than happy to stop this miserable expedition to take a call from Katie.]

Hey, this is Sam.

[He sees what you're doing and while he approves, really? There can only be so many show-offs in the Fleet. Naturally, Mantis takes a break from his ring toss to float up and inspect this distinct visitor to the amusement park.]

I thought I was the only one who cared that little for personal safety.

Hm, seeing as your vodo dolls aren't ready I suppose I'll take a dream catcher. [Maybe one from Katie will actually work.]

_{[ As creepy as the amusement park was, after exploring it with Ulaz, it was less twitch making and he felt he could walk through it without looking over his shoulder at every corner and shadow.

He looks up and sees Katie walking the tracks. He watches her for a moment, sensing a melancholy, but was that so strange? Ever since the discovery of the people, of what had happened here, seemed melancholy was the order of the day. And with his own recent losses, more personal and close to him, it weighed heavy with him too.

He cupped his hands over his mouth to yell up to her. ]}

See anything interesting up there?

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