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Who: Glenn Rhee - and maybe you?
Broadcast: Yes
Action: ~~Also yes~~ SS Starstruck
When: Shuffle Day! Plus he just arrived in time for it! Good timing, Glenn!

action: SS Starstruck ]

[ The last thing that he really knew, that he understood and processed, was that his life was over. After that, he couldn't call the details to mind, but the certainty was there. And then, something else happened. He was in a completely different place, somewhere clean, utilitarian but gleaming... and there were stars.

Truth be told, he hadn't gotten past the disbelief, gradually coming to terms with both space and his own continued existence, when suddenly everything changed around him again. Only this time, there was a little tune to greet him, confetti and dessert?

So don't mind him, far more disoriented than he's ever been, stumbling and barely keeping himself upright, staring around the bridge in building bewilderment - and it's rather immediately clear that's what it is, the stations, the windows... space again. However that happened. ]

Um... hello?

[ Eloquent. He'll get to words. Eventually. ]

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I, uh... I guess this is basically like the internet? It's been a while but: Hi. My name is Glenn, and I just got here.

[ He draws a deep breath - while he's doing a bit better, he's still unsteady. ]

To space.

[ He's hoping for what he figures is the impossible... he can't bring himself to put it into words. So he leaves it there, with the dubious tone of someone who still isn't sure anything is real. Himself included. ]

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Hello.

[Furiosa has gotten used to the schedule now, walking in to see another new face. She's come prepared this time and holds out a tin cup of water.]

Furiosa, pilot. Welcome to the Starstruck.

Thank you?

[ The uncertainty to his tone wasn't supposed to be there, still shaky as he reaches for the water. He does his best to steady himself. ]

Sorry - thanks. I'm Glenn.

No need to apologize, it can be a little tricky, adjusting.

[She leans back against the pilot's seat, and reaches down to retrieve her own mug - filled with now cold coffee, but that doesn't deter her from drinking it.]

Space a new thing for you?

[ He takes a small sip of the water, movements a bit slow and hesitant. Lowering the cup, he nods with a soft breath that's close to a dry laugh. ]

Yeah, definitely. I was... very much stuck on one planet.

[Furiosa nods, a little twist of a grin on her lips.]

I know the feeling, came from a single planet with no prospects of visiting the greater beyond.

[So she's not going to bombard him with too many questions off the bat.] So what was your single little planet like?

[ He takes a breath there, the weight of that question hitting him. If he's on a spaceship then it does sort of follow that people could be here from other planets. But he hadn't quite expected to have to try to describe the world he's come from. ]

It's... been a little rough, the past couple of years. A lot of people died, things sort of... fell apart. A lot. But there are still some of us--

[ He catches himself there. It's not "us," not anymore. ]

Some people who are fighting for it, trying to rebuild... to make something for the future.

[ He fall silent for a moment, his gaze dropping as he sort of runs his own words by himself... he gives a little nod, quietly adding - ]

I think they will.

[ And then he glances back up toward her, shifting his tone immediately away from the introspective - ]

How about yours?

[She listens, she's heard such conditions from others, and has endured such conditions herself. It's a shock, to adjust to a place that's - as much as it is still a cage - it is far more quiet in comparison.]

It's good to hope.

[She finishes off her coffee and sets the cup down on the console.] It's a powerful thing. I didn't always believe in it, but ... I've seen what it can do.

[She leans against the back of the pilot's seat and crosses her arms.] I think we've got a bit in common. Nothing ... fell apart, in my time; it was already broken, dying. People scrambling for power, hoarding what little resources remain and lording them over the Wretched. I like to think my people are making the best of it, now that I'm here.

So if our experiences were anything alike, I think you'll enjoy the fact that there's reliable rations, water, and generally no one is going to try to kill you outside of the rare encounter with bandits.

Yeah. I think hope... it's important when you stop to think about what you've survived, to remind you of why. It sounds like we do have a lot in common, where that's concerned.

[ The corner of his mouth pulls into a wry little ghost of a smile as he tries to keep the pain out of it. It's a little too close to home, right now, thinking about survival and people trying to kill him. ]

And I think our experiences were at least a little alike, because that does sound pretty good. As long as the bandit encounters stay rare.

[ He pauses a moment on that thought - ]

Can I ask how long you've been here?

They have been, so far. [Always a qualifier.]

I've been here ... one thousand ninety-seven days, give-or-take. Three, three years.

[She still counts. She's so used to counting. It's something of a second nature and there are times when those days come faster than the years.]

I wouldn't call my case normal, though there are a few that have been here longer. There's not really a reliable pattern to when people come and go.

[ He respects that - no guarantees, just what you know so far. And he listens, taking that in, giving a small, slow nod.

The time she's been here, though, that isn't what grabs him. ]

How does that work? People going, do they just... disappear? Are they taken somewhere else?

[She shrugs.] There are theories. People think we go back to the moment we were pulled from, without any time having passed. I'm not convinced. Some people leave and come back, sometimes they experience more of their world, sometimes they remember their previous time here, but ... sometimes they don't. MY advice would be to take what you can get.

[She pushes off and heads out of the bridge, motioning for him to follow.] C'mon. Time for the tour.

Fair. I think that's always good advice.

[ There's a lot of added uncertainty in all that, for him, but that's a universal truth. Whatever he gets, he can't waste it. So he's more than happy to push that aside and follow. ]

All right... a spaceship tour.

[ Though, as he starts to look more closely, that's when a realization finally dawns. ]

You know, it almost feels... I don't know. Familiar?

[She glances back at him with a slight furrow to her brow.]

Yeah? You think you've been here before?

[ There, he shakes his head. ]

No. Just... I don't know how to explain it. Like I understand what I'm looking at?

I definitely shouldn't.

[Watching him, assessing.] Do you think you may have been here before?

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