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[ The video feed clicks on to reveal Robert Capa — a man in his mid-thirties with shaggy hair (still damp from the tube where he awoke) and a five o'clock shadow and narrow shoulders covered by the ship's uniform he found in the locker marked with his identifying number. His eyes, bright blue, are particularly striking in that they are wholly calm, despite the latest series of events. The rest of his face is calm as well, the muscles of which never really rearrange themselves much to convey this emotion or that. When he speaks his voice is measured and even, though there is a certain start-stop to the cadence.

His words are prefaced with an inhale. It seems to steady him. ]

I guess I should start with the obvious question. We can figure out where to go from there, depending how the answers trend. [ Capa rubs his chin; the scrape of his stubble is audible. ] Is anyone here part of the ship's natural crew?

[ He pauses, letting that inquiry and whatever implications it may carry set in. There's a vague flicker of emotion, maybe worry, in the set of his mouth but it's as understated as the rest of him. ] And maybe, more importantly: can anyone recall how they got here?

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If there's any original crew, I've yet to find them. It figures.

[She mutters that last part with a bit of disdain.]

And I don't recall anything.

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Nothing at all?

[ Capa presses his lips together, thoughtfully. ]

I'm being literal here, not figurative. Temporary memory gaps are one thing. Total retrograde amnesia's another.

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['sup capa. have a slightly skewed, shoulders-up shot of a guy who looks to be in his earlyish twenties. with no shirt on.]

If there are any crew left, you'd think they'd have noticed us by now. It's not like we've been quiet.

[sarcasm is the best coping mechanism.]

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[ Sarcasm rolls off Capa like water off the back of the duck, bro. ]

We woken en masse from a kind of stasis. It's possible the crew has too. And there's no telling how large this ship is. For all we know, we could blow a hole portside and nobody will notice.

[ A pause. ]

Not I'm suggesting that.

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[She's still trying to get rid of the mild nausea she's feeling from the jump.]

I haven't seen any crew members as of yet. And to answer your second question... No, I don't remember anything. I'm not sure which point is more disconcerting.

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It's possible the ship's automated, but unlikely. [ Again, Capa rubs his chin. He seems to do it whenever he thinks. A nervous tic of sorts, though he doesn't seem nervous in doing it. ] Then again, this whole scenario's pretty much blown the doors off what's likely and what's not. So foregone conclusions are off the table.

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Given the probability that the vessel we're aboard has impacted our internal regulation, I believe we may expect the return of our mental capacities in a matter of hours.

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[ Yay. A scientist. Deep down inside, Capa's actually way more relieved than his face or his tone voice indicates — which isn't a lot. ]

So, we are looking at the possibility of temporary retrograde amnesia. I'm not familiar with the kind of statis we were under, but hypothetically it's more than possible.

—you don't happen to be a doctor, are you?

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[ Cory, having just gotten to her locker recently herself, is still in the process of wringing out her hair. She's looking a decent bit less calm than Capa, though she makes a good bid at trying to keep a lid on it. ]

Capa.

[ Her eyes flicker around, back to the medbay with the tank she came from. It didn't match up. There were alone, utterly alone, out there. How could they have been picked up? ]

Where are the others? Mace? Cassie? Are they with you?

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[ A familiar face and a familiar voice. Capa's not the sentimental type — at least, not where any of his crewmates can ever see — but there's no understating just how far a little familiarity can go in a disorienting situation. Just hearing his name, in realizing that someone here knows it, manages to ground him more solidly than any exercise in logic and possibility ever possibly could.

He smiles with his eyes brief but genuine. The rest of his face remains calm. ]

Corazon. I was starting to think it was just me here. [ A beat, he shrugs loosely. ] That or a really complex exercise in lucid metaphorical dreaming. But then I realized, no sun—

And, no. I haven't seen any of the others. Most people have just woken up from stasis, though, so— if they are here, they could still be getting their bearings.

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[Calm eyes, meet calm eyes--a brilliant blue shining with intelligence that is much greater than her actual age. She's staring intently at the screen, as if judging every single thing about Capa with a single glance. After a few moments of the video staying that way--frozen, or still movement?--she speaks.]

I can't recall seeing any crew. And as for the how; now. I do, however, remember where I was just before. A blackout of some sorts.

[A small, but definite, pause. Should she trust her visions? ]

Give me a few days.

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[ Any attempt at meaningful intellectual exchange is completely derailed by the fact that this person, this girl with the calm, staring eyes, is as young as she is.

Capa doesn't even bother beating around the bush, nor curbing the incredulity — not shock, not horror; disbelief — in his voice when he asks: ]

How old are you?

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I remember what happened right before I woke up, but not how I ended up in the chamber, if that's what you mean. But from the sounds of it, that isn't even the worst of the memory loss going on.

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[ Capa clears his voice, perhaps uncomfortably. A confirmation of sorts. ]

From what I can tell, there's variance in the memory loss, but that's to be expected. No 'worse case scenarios' just yet. But those are to be expected, too.

Now if only we could get a best case scenario to go along with it— then we might be able to get some answers. Immediate ones, at least.

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I'm not, and I haven't met anyone who says they are.

I don't remember how I got here either.

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There has to be crew somewhere. Life support systems need some sort of monitor and medic watching over them, otherwise you risk stressing the machines. If this is a long-term mission, then they might have been in stasis lock like us and working on a clock. If they're not up yet, then they will be eventually.

As for memories...I don't remember any events that could have ended up like this, but I do know a mech who's been dimension-hopping before, if that helps.

This memory loss doesn't feel like the last time. I was even getting impressions earlier, even if they were gone almost immediately. If someone can't answer your question now, then they might be able to later.

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[ Capa's quiet for a long time, his brow pinched slightly in concentration, like he's trying really hard to listen and process everything the stranger has to say. What he eventually has to say is: ]

Dimension-hopping. [ He sounds speculative, but not rudely so. ] Is that what you think this is?

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[ Calm. Capa's always calm. Mace rubs a hand over his head—still clammy and damp with whatever the hell that fluid was—and exhales. There were—are—a lot things he'd been prepared to do, and a lot of things he'd been prepared to have happen to him, but this? Wasn't ever on the list. Didn't even come close.

First time for everything. ]

You think brain damage is somehow gonna explain how we're no longer onboard the Icarus II? There's no sun, Capa. That was the closest thing to us.

[ Yeah, he's still pissed. Moreover, he's confused, and he doesn't give enough of a shit to hide it—why should he? This isn't natural. Waking up in a tank isn't natural, and neither is stumbling out of it half-naked. Not supposed to happen. What was supposed to happen was the successful delivery of the payload, and now they can't even do that. Might not be your fault in grand scheme of things, Capa, but Mace isn't above pinning you as the scapegoat. Give him a reason not to. ]

And the answer's no. No, I don't know how we got here.

Doesn't seem like anyone else does, either.

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[ Angry. Mace is always angry.

Granted, Capa knows that Mace has more reason than he normally does to be pissed, but that doesn't make being pinned as the scapegoat for said anger any easier to deal with. Capa doesn't take it personally until Mace makes it personal; which, given last memories and last circumstances, he already has. But those sorts of things aren't important right now because there are bigger questions looming. Questions like who and why, but most importantly how.

Figure out how and you're twice as likely to be able to figure out how to undo it. And undoing it meant returning to Icarus II and her dwindling supply of oxygen. It meant the mission and the payload and no return trip, but it also meant the sun.

And the sun means everything. ]

We don't know there is no sun, [ he says simply. A semantic knitpick but also an analytic truth. He's not going to address everything else. ]

We don't know anything right now. Which is why I'm trying to survey the people that are here.

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[ Mace, thank god. Three out of Four is good, so it stands to reason the last one ought to be around somewhere. Corazon worries at the thought of Cassie waking up along like this, frightened and disoriented... But she hears that edge to Mace's voice, knows the situation must be panicking him as much as it is her, so she cuts in. If nothing else than to check in, make sure they all have a handle of each others' status. ]

Down, boy. Capa doesn't know any better than us.

[ She takes note of the damp hair and figures he must be somewhere close by the medbay. Seems like the whole lot of them just... suddenly woke up. But with no other ship within thousands of miles, how could they even...? ]

We don't know anything right now. Are you near the lockers? We should meet up - all of us. Find Cassie. Then figure out what's going on.

[ Together. And not scapegoating the physicist. She may not be Searle or Kaneda, but so help her, she will stick you in timeout, son. ]

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The problem here is that obvious questions usually only lead to obvious answers.

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As much as I can say that I almost wish I was, that's a negative on being part of the natural, or...original crew.

[ because honestly, tony has to admit some of this tech looks to die for. the second question makes him pause though, even if he knows the answer. to admit that his memory of how he got here is non-existent or not. creative lie with a grain of truth sounds like the best option. ]

At the moment, no, the details of how I arrived aren't known by me, but that will probably change within a few days, give or take a few hours.

[ he doesn't know if it will, so really, creative lie. ]

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[ Capa nods, taking what's told to him at face value. He's a speculative man by default — that's how science works — but he's got a blind spot when it comes to people. He has no reason to lie, so he assumes the stranger doesn't either. ]

The memory loss seems standard across the board — some more, some less. [ A pause during which Capa stares at the man silently. ] You're the first person who's wanted to be here, though.