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[rebuildyourruins]

Who: Thor + you
Broadcast: fleetwide video
Action: the Blue Fish and surrounds
When: now

[When Thor woke up this morning to a trashed room and a communicator blinking stubbornly with unread messages, it took him a few moments to really ... parse it all. The lingering grogginess didn't help matters - and where that came from, he has no idea. Looking at the date on his communicator only further complicated things.

So it's with a definite air of confused irritation that he opens this feed. He has all the grace of someone who took a bad nap.]

All right. Three questions - how long have I been out, who destroyed my room, and why are we parked in the middle of a garbage heap?

[He did take some time to look out the window. It's not a good view.]

Comments

[rebuildyourruins]

You speak of what happens when we return home?

[Thor knows the story. Those who come here don't remember what transpires, and go home none the wiser. He knows from his own experience that he retained nothing of the Fleet in his two year return trip home. Still, he's not going to let 'what ifs' drag him down.]

I prefer to think of it as something we need to fight for, rather than hope it's allowed to us.

[princessences]

Yes.

[ She nods. ]

I agree. They are our experiences and memories, after all, and they are not for others to take. That they are locked away at all puts a sour taste in my mouth.

[rebuildyourruins]

I don't like it either. But I have a lot of grievances against them at this point.

[princessences]

I imagine many do. How long have you been here?

[rebuildyourruins]

[He has to pause before answering, lest he get too moody over the amount of time.]

Just short of a year.

[princessences]

That is a long time to be away from home. I'm sorry.

[rebuildyourruins]

[He smiles again, though it's more sober than before.]

Thank you, but we are all in the same position. We'll make it back before long.

[princessences]

I certainly hope so. I don't intend to leave this place alone, nor without answers.