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[archimedeia]

[ There’s less darkness in the video this time, revealing some grease and blood stains on Resnik and Ward’s faces, and more of the hallway behind them. ]

So you finally get it? We’re all connected.

[ She seems somewhat relieved, but there’s a tired flatness to her voice as she carries on. ]

That membrane Charles was referring to is a link between all of us: it’s been there since you boarded this ship. [ A glance at Ward accompanies the mention of ‘us.’ ] I know you blame us for not explaining. [ She sounds fairly resigned to that, as if she doesn’t expect to change their minds, but she does want to explain now that she can. ] We couldn’t. But it’s trying to cut you off because you’re gaining control over it. It’s because of you that we can explain now—hold onto that. You have the power to change things, just like it’s had the power to look into you.

[ Ward's expression is grim lines edged with weariness, a lingering caution that doesn't leave his eyes. There's a thin trail of dried blood drawing a line down the side of his neck. ]

This isn't what it wanted, and this won't be the last time it tries to stop you. [ A warning. More warning than Resnik had wanted, but he doesn't look to her as he continues. Resnik, on the other hand, sends a tight, sidelong glance his way. ] You know what it can do.

So you know why we can’t let a man like van Rijn get his hands on it.

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[culver]

What was it looking for?

[tranquiliorem]

Cracks, maybe. Or seeds.

[kutte]

What's the supposed to mean, a man like van Rijn? You up to explaining that?

[archimedeia]

I don't have to explain it to you: you've seen what he's made.

[circumitus]

The power to look into...

So it was the cause of those manifestations?

[archimedeia]

Not this time.

voice

[alsohawkeye]

Do you know what it is?

voice

[archimedeia]

No. [ A beat later, she seems to think on it, ] Retribution for our sins.

text;

[wiped]

What did it want?

text;

[archimedeia]

Hard to say for sure.

[voice]

[ryuuzaki]

How have you known about it to begin with?

[voice]

[archimedeia]

We were here.

NOT HERE.

[50000volts]

text.

[forgodssake]

I have questions
this one isn't small talk: how are you two?

[tranquiliorem]

As well as we always are.

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[servator]

If the membrane was keeping you from explaining all this to us before, how do we know it's not doing the same thing now? Is there more we should know?

video;

[archimedeia]

We're telling you as much as we can.

[text with transcribed attachment]

[sorrycharles]

for your reference:

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[ with bold emphasis on this exchange ]

[archimedeia]

Appreciated. I take it you're still not any more impressed by Eszter.

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[throwsdown]

How do we use it?? How do we change things?

[Takeshi may be a child, but he's experienced enough to know that anything to stop the things that make them all hurt like this is good. They need to be strong and win this 'game'; it's their best shot to staying alive, after all, and he doesn't want anyone to die.]

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[archimedeia]

We're counting on you to figure that out.

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[lostsoldier]

we saved the nurse
can we save the rest of you?

[tranquiliorem]

Do you want to?

[He sounds as though he already expects a certain answer.]

[cantfixtime]

van Rijn? Who is he?

[voice]

[ryuuzaki]

He's the prime minister who commissioned this ship... he's been in charge in the system where it originated for quite some time.

I can see that you're a recent arrival... when you have the opportunity to take a look at the material I'm sending along, you'll probably find it helpful.

[This info link accompanies his comment.]

[ooc: quick informative threadjack at mod request, to help you out!]

voice ; private and actually here this time

[50000volts]

I'm sorry, Ward. I'm glad you aren't dead. I wasn't in my right mind when I--

[ Darcy's voice hitches, a vocal expression of the way she has to keep the dam from breaking, and the words from pouring out in an incoherent rush. Likely a destructive one, too. ]

I'm sorry.

video; private

[tranquiliorem]

[There's no sympathy in his expression for the apology. It's more like grim resignation.]

You couldn't have killed me.