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Who: ANYONE!
Broadcast: ANYTHING!
Action: Probably either on or around the October planet!
When: Within the first couple of days that the planet shows up.

[holy shit you guys there is a planet, like, an actual planet now. what are you gonna do? get out and look? marvel at the locals? search for aliens? stand around your ship and questioning every life choice you've made up until this point? hang around in orbit because planets are for squares?

this is mostly for early stuff, so please feel free to make your own posts in the next couple of weeks with more planet (or station, or ship!) shenanigans.]

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[ Such strong emotion from Makoto catches Cecil off guard. They were... well, maybe real friends underneath the pretense of social statures, but she didn't realize the girl cared this much. Cecil takes quicker steps towards the other woman with clear concern on her face, striding forward to comfort her. Gently, she places her hands on Makoto's shoulders, prepared to pull her into a hug, though she doesn't do so just yet. ]

The same thing you are, I presume: I was abducted and brought here against my will, and I don't know yet how to get home. Are you hurt? What's wrong? Besides the obvious, I mean.

[ so it's like that for everyone, then. makoto sniffles, still very obviously trying to keep what little composure she has left about her. ]

M'not hurt. [ her eyes downcast, she seems sheepish. ]
I just didn't think I'd ever see you again; aaa ... I --

[ fuck. this is embarrassing. she's not going to be able to hold it back. ]

[ The sniffling and tearing up still strikes Cecil as unexpected, even though she could tell the younger woman was getting rather emotional, considering Cecil has only seen Makoto genuinely vulnerable once before— when her father disappeared from Court. She's always been strong and confident, so seeing her being reduced to tears like this is deeply alarming on one level. Cecil can't help but worry that things only got worse for her somehow when she returned home. It can't be that she was this upset about leaving her, Damarhis, and Kirigiri behind. ]

Makoto... It's all right...

[ Cecil gently gathers her in her arms, holding her comfortingly, content to let her cry herself out for a while. She strokes her hair a couple times too, slowly and reassuring, while she speaks softly to her. ]

I didn't think you would either. I wish it didn't have to be here, given the circumstances, but I'm glad to see you again. We missed you too.

[ makoto, at heart, is both a coward and a crybaby. though she's taken many steps to rewrite her personality, these things can never be covered up forever. maybe once she's built herself up again it will be easier to pretend otherwise. for now, seeing cecil and not feeling quite so alone any more is too much. her tone still holds an indignant air, as if she's denying her tears even as they roll down her face.

the "we" that cecil speaks of is confusing, then again many things are.
makoto's fingers curl into the fabric of cecil's clothes as she hides her face against her. ]

I-I think I'm being punished...
Is it foolish of me to ask you to stay beside me, even if our contract has been severed... ?

[ she's beginning to realize she's made some grave mistakes. ]

[ "Contract". Cecil's brow furrows with confusion at the mention of such a thing even as she allows Makoto to cling to her and cry against her breast. What contract? In Court, they were never master and servant... were they? Surely she didn't forget that. She knows her memories have been tampered with, but the idea of them having been bonded to each other at some point doesn't even feel right to her. The concept is foreign; she doesn't feel right now the way she has every other time she's suspected she's stumbled upon a fragmented memory, so...

Unless... this isn't the Makoto she knew... ]

No. Of course not.

[ She may not know what Makoto is talking about, but whatever it is, the girl obviously regrets her actions. What's the harm in letting her believe she is the Cecil she knows for now? Later, when she's less overwhelmed and disoriented, they can figure out their stories, but there's no need to put so much on her at the moment.

So Cecil simply reassures her and continues to comfort her, letting her cry out her emotions. ]

Of course it's not foolish.

I missed you. [ she hiccups, looking embarrassed. ] So much, I ... !

[ admitting things like this isn't an easy thing for a person like makoto, really. but she had become close to her cecil. closer than she'd ever been to anyone else; closer to any woman, ever. so many things had been special with cecil, that once makoto found she was without her, she crumbled.

back in her presence (or so she thinks)
she's crumbling all over again. ]

M'tired... [ her voice is small. she's already exhausted herself between her attempts to adapt here and the unexpected reunion. her tense shoulders eventually turn to jelly as she soaks up the positive attention from cecil like a sponge. ]

I've been tired since I lost you. [ since long before then, really. it's been kind of a hard knock life, to be honest. breathing in against cecil, makoto squeezes the last straggling tears from her eyes as her temperament finally starts to even out. ]

[ It's not that Cecil doesn't realize that Makoto isn't just talking about physical exhaustion; it's that she can't think of any other way to further calm her. She gives her another squeeze as she curls in her arms, then begins to gently lead her along to the dormitory of the ship, taking her to a cot to lie down on. ]

I'm here now... It's all right. Rest, all right? This is a lot to take in at once.

[ she follows along more compliant than ever, really. perhaps she just really needed to be mothered, as foreign as the concept is. breathing against the pillow as she tries to adjust to the cold feeling of the cot as opposed to the comfort of cecil herself, makoto mumbles and laces their fingers. small, calloused hands quiver a little as her form eventually becomes languid. she really was exhausted; all she had to do was finally lie down to truly feel it.

her face is still red. eye still puffy.
she closes them, thin-lipped and slightly embarrassed. ]

Stay for now, Saber. [ her voice teeters between commanding and pleading. ]

And later I'll have much more to talk about.
There is much

[ Cecil smiles a little, reaching to stroke the girl's hair back away from her face tenderly. She grabs the end of a blanket and pulls it up over Makoto's lithe form, tucking it in around her while she settles onto the frame of the cot itself. ]

Of course I'll stay. Don't worry.

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I LOST THIS ;A;