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Who: The new weirdo on the Marsiva
Broadcast: Network-- fleet-wide
Action: Aboard the Marisva!
When: Oct. 22, nighttime

→ [network - audio, then video, and then text]

[at first, there's just the sound of someone fiddling with the buttons on some network station. technology is difficult, okay.

then, the camera turns on, and everyone watching will be treated to the sight of a raggedy, scarred-up teenager blinking in surprise at the screen. or... maybe it's not technically considered blinking, because he only has one eye.

he frowns hard when he realizes that he's turned the video on. that's not what he was aiming for. a second later, the video cuts off... and several seconds after that, a text transmission is sent out.]

hello.

→ [action - aboard the Marsiva]

[for anyone awake this late on the Marsiva--or awoken by the sound of someone angrily messing around with the buttons at a nearby network station--they can find this guy failing at technology.

I'm sure he's very friendly. you should say hi.]

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[after watching Zhas for a little bit, Nunnally decides to give the two some privacy, and heads to another part of the ship where she can text]

Hello.
Did you just arrive?

[his responses are slow-- either due to the important video conversation he's having elsewhere... or he really sucks at texting]

yes

Welcome, although I'm sorry. Arriving can be disorienting.

[she sends that message first. Ugh, she wants to ask about him and Zhas SO BAD, but.... she doesn't want to be rude]

It gets better though, the people here are very kind.

[he's just getting through his first response when the second message comes through. he has to start over and type up a new one, so... give him a minute]

i need to go home

[... :(]

I'm sorry, I don't know if that will be possible in the foreseeable future.

[maybe if he was better at typing, he could express all of his frustration properly. for now, all he's got is--]

why

???

As far as we know, there is no transportation or way to reach home.
These ships that we are on seem to be guided by the large ship in the center of the fleet, and some mysterious technology was likely used to transport us here.
We will surely find a way, but for now we must remain here.

[pause in typing...]

I'm sorry.

[there's a long pause.

he's not great in the communication department as it is, and trying to think of what to say via text isn't going so well.]

[poor guy :( Well, Zhas wasn't exactly keen on communication the first time she encountered him, so she's not really put off. But she is wondering what sort of world they might come from (they know each other, right? friends? she wonders...)]

What's your name? My name is Nunnally.

coil

[an answer? a random word? a typo?]

[she'll roll with the assumption that it's a name. whew and she's also going to take the plunge and ask...]

It's nice to meet you, Coil.
Do you know someone named Zhas?

[ha just ignore the pointed little pause that precedes his reply]

why

He's a crew mate on my ship. You don't have to talk about anything that you don't want to, but I would be happy to know that a friend of his has arrived.

[a much longer pause this time]

he is with you?

We both woke up on the same ship, yes.

i know him

I'm glad that you'll both be here for each other.

[since it sounds like they're not? enemies? she hopes?]

[aaaaand there's a really long pause...]

[doo dooo doooooo]

:)

[ugh don't give him that... look...]

we work togehter

If you don't mind my asking, what is your profession?

[it takes him a minute to come up with an answer...]

private detectives