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[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

[Arya has stayed well off the network since she first showed up, but a girl can only go so long before making grabby hands at such a useful, chock full of information system. She's been teaching herself how to work her communicator off the network, which is good, because it probably took a solid twenty minutes to figure the spacebar out. But she gets it now! Mostly. :v]

i have questions.

1 - how many people are here/ [Okay she still doesn't understand shift, so no question marks or capitalization for her :C]

2 - are there maps/

3 - has anyone explored the ship/

4 - are there gold cloaks guards/ ['Gold cloaks' is there for a few seconds, maybe a minute, before she figures out how to delete it. No need to indicate who she is or where she's from to the people who might know, right.]

Comments

voice;

[coarse]

What are you looking for?

voice;

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

Anything.

[coarse]

You can think of something a little more specific.

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

Other people. Things. Anything left behind.

[coarse]

Haven't seen much of that out there.

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

What have you seen?

[coarse]

Emptiness, darkness.

[A deafening voice telling him to go back, to stay away, to never leave.]

People who were as lost as I was.

[And scared. But they'd been affected by the fear gas that he managed to sneak away from without even knowing it.]

Haven't managed to find any of the things I was looking for yet.

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

What were you looking for?

[coarse]

My sister, at first.

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

And then?

[coarse]

For whatever else I could find. Answers, mostly.

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

What did you find?

[coarse]

Nothing palpable. Or useful.

The things you want should be easier to find.

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

A girl wants answers, too.

[coarse]

[There's a perceptible pause.]

Then let's hope you're luckier than I was.