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Who: Riley Matthews & You
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Marsiva, if you want
When: May 21

[GOOD MORNING, DRIFT FLEET! You were probably not expecting to start looking at the communicator's feed with the loudest possible 'WOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH' as a young girl falls off the side of the bed trying to get up. When she gets up to dust herself off she pauses and fully looks around.

This is not her room. This is not Takshaka's dorm. This isn't even the camp in Cecilia's realm.

I hope you're ready for more screaming, fleeters.]

MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.

[Wait there's someone else to call now, too, not that she really stops to think about it.]

NIGHTINGALEEEEEEEEE.

[Sorry for the frantic child, please go about the rest of your day.]

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[ 'Why am I such a listener' is something that vaguely goes through her head as she tries to take a deep breath. Riley would be scared, but Lark has to be brave. Right? Right.

She's still rather slow when she gets up to go looking for the device in question, but eventually finds it. ]

Edited 2015-05-21 19:55 (UTC)

[She smiles warmly at Riley when she finally finds the communicator.]

Hello, I'm Dr. Crusher! What's your name?

[ She's still shaking slightly, but Riley tries to think only about what's said and... Not all the other panicked thoughts running through her head.

Like, where is there a doctor on a facetime and is she being experimented on. She's not prepared for this. ]

Um. Rainbow Lark... Or Riley Matthews.

[ Because both are important. ]

Ok, Rainbow [since that's the first name Riley used, that's the one Beverly's going to go with], take some deep breaths first. Do you know what you're on right now?

[The augment should be telling her she's on a starship but the poor girl is so freaked out she may not be making the connection yet.]

It's Lark. No one uses the colors, I don't know what they're there for anymore.m[ At least she can talk about these things, but she's also trying desperately not to think about the sudden flood of information and other things. ] I'm on the floor, but I was on a bed.

[Beverly has no idea what she's talking about, but she'll worry about that later.]

Lark, then.

[She takes a deep breath, bracing herself for more alarmed yelling.]

You're on a starship. In outer space.

[ The fun part is she practically single-handled created an entire land and species once now. The words your in space isn't that weird. But the more alarming part is being-- well-- alone. And it's why she's trying to very calmly not go to Rileytown. ]

Is this supposed to be a game by an Echo?

[Beverly half-shakes her head and frowns.]

I don't know what that is exactly, but I doubt it. We were brought here by a being named Atroma to be part of a television show.

...An Echo put on a gameshow once. It was hosted by zombies.

Well, the good news is there are no zombies here.

How can you be so sure? We're in space.

[Last time she checked, space was not the usual haunting ground of zombies. But she can't exactly claim expertise on the subject so...]

None in the fleet itself anyway.

That can change. At least it wasn't the zombie that was mean anyway.

Oh?

[Beverly is... really confused, but at least Lark seems to have calmed down some, so she'll let her keep talking if it helps.]

What exactly what was this game show like then?

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