001 // voice.

[affective]

[ A bit of silence, and the sound of someone clearing his throat.

Guess who finally decided to stop lurking? Thiiiis guy. ]

-- Can I say one thing, about the final frontier?

I thought it was supposed to be a little grander than this. [ THOUGHTFUL PAUSE. ] More lights, you know, and perhaps more windows in the ship so we could actually see things.

But as a measure of curiosity, show of hands, how many of us are just from good old Earth? Been to the moon and not much further, that sort of thing? Because an awful lot of you seem very at home on a bloody spaceship, and I'm feeling a little left out.

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video; boo, she'll just stick to video anyway

[harvestsol.livejournal.com]

It's only evolved in the last decade and some change. 2057 is our year, to be exact.

[ She pauses at the mention of 'remaining', eyes going a bit wide and she swallows, trying to keep the bit of shakiness that thought brings on down. ] ...Yes. There are three of us here, thus far.

voice; good girl.

[affective]

[ He pauses, for a moment, his voice genuine and apologetic. ]

I'm sorry for your losses.

But your fourth still has a chance of turning up, if I understood correctly?

video;

[harvestsol.livejournal.com]

Thank you. [ The tone is sort of empty, but she does appreciate the condolences. ]

A chance, yes. We won't know until we've searched the ship. It's a bit too chaotic to tell at the moment.