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video ; encrypted 50% -- student-level Oscorp encryptions awww
[ Gwen is freaked. Gwen is so beyond freaked that she's not even sure what it is she should say on this thing. at first it was easy to play along like she knew why she was here, stumble around in the gooey locker room just like everyone else until she found the showers, found her locker, her clothes, her beloved iPad, as well as this new communicator. her labcoat and ID badge. only that's not the only form of ID she has anymore, is it? she has a number, a tattoo.
her mother is going to kill her.
still, this is the least of her worries, really. she needs to find out where she is, why she's here, how she's here. trying to blend with the crowd didn't help - everyone just seemed to go their separate ways, to their rooms or to- well, who knows? but there was no orientation, no 'welcome' desk, no explanation. just elevators that moved too fast and hallways that looked like the restricted areas of Oscorp, but with enough little differences to let her know that isn't where she is at all.
by the time she makes it to her room ( her assigned room, this isn't her room at all ), she's panicking. the kind of panic that only makes her confusion feel ten times worse, makes it hard to think, hard to do anything besides sit on her bed and wonder if she was stuck here, alone, without her family or Peter or anyone else. she's lost, there's no other word for it. there might be hundreds of people here with her, but she's lost, and alone.
time to find some answers. time to pull herself together, be polite, and direct, and hope that someone would be willing to explain things to her. and please, please let someone she knows be here...
and oh, by the way, she has no idea they're in space.
despite how hard she's trying to appear calm, her eyes are wide, voice a little rough. she's not about to burst into tears, but enough bad news might make her switch to text. ]
I'm not sure who's receiving this video message, which seems a little dangerous, but I thought this would be better than not attempting to use it at all. My name is Gwen, Gwen Stacy. About two hours ago, I was at work - one of Oscorp's laboratories, and now I'm... here. That's honestly all I know. I'm not hurt, and I don't remember being taken, it just- it's like I blinked, and I woke up in that giant tube.
So, I just have a few questions, if anyone wouldn't mind taking the time to answer them for me:
One: Where are we? In relation to New York City, specifically.
Two: How did we get here? I'm sure I should be more concerned with the fact that I had no say in the matter, but... I've only seen a chamber like the I woke up in once, and it was entirely experimental. Definitely nowhere near ready to be tested on humans. Any insight?
Three: Will I be home by 8pm? My mother's cooking dinner, and I really can't be late.
Thank you for your time.
her mother is going to kill her.
still, this is the least of her worries, really. she needs to find out where she is, why she's here, how she's here. trying to blend with the crowd didn't help - everyone just seemed to go their separate ways, to their rooms or to- well, who knows? but there was no orientation, no 'welcome' desk, no explanation. just elevators that moved too fast and hallways that looked like the restricted areas of Oscorp, but with enough little differences to let her know that isn't where she is at all.
by the time she makes it to her room ( her assigned room, this isn't her room at all ), she's panicking. the kind of panic that only makes her confusion feel ten times worse, makes it hard to think, hard to do anything besides sit on her bed and wonder if she was stuck here, alone, without her family or Peter or anyone else. she's lost, there's no other word for it. there might be hundreds of people here with her, but she's lost, and alone.
time to find some answers. time to pull herself together, be polite, and direct, and hope that someone would be willing to explain things to her. and please, please let someone she knows be here...
and oh, by the way, she has no idea they're in space.
despite how hard she's trying to appear calm, her eyes are wide, voice a little rough. she's not about to burst into tears, but enough bad news might make her switch to text. ]
I'm not sure who's receiving this video message, which seems a little dangerous, but I thought this would be better than not attempting to use it at all. My name is Gwen, Gwen Stacy. About two hours ago, I was at work - one of Oscorp's laboratories, and now I'm... here. That's honestly all I know. I'm not hurt, and I don't remember being taken, it just- it's like I blinked, and I woke up in that giant tube.
So, I just have a few questions, if anyone wouldn't mind taking the time to answer them for me:
One: Where are we? In relation to New York City, specifically.
Two: How did we get here? I'm sure I should be more concerned with the fact that I had no say in the matter, but... I've only seen a chamber like the I woke up in once, and it was entirely experimental. Definitely nowhere near ready to be tested on humans. Any insight?
Three: Will I be home by 8pm? My mother's cooking dinner, and I really can't be late.
Thank you for your time.
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[ That was definitely not something he was expecting to stumble on in an encrypted message. ]
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Sounds like? Do we not know for sure?
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If the presumptions about where we are, are in fact true. I don't they'd compromise the mission or the credits to get you home in time.
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[ oddly, the word makes her feel a little better. having a purpose, even if she doesn't know what it is yet, is better than the idea of being here for no reason, not just a freak accident that's taken her away from her home. ]
Do we know what that is yet?
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I do in fact, do not have the faintest clue about what the mission of this ship is. The last spaceship I was on, the mission was pretty concise. USSCC Prometheus, heard of it?
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Gwen? My name is Elizabeth Ross. I'm a professor of cellular biology at Culver University in Virginia. Can you do me a favor and sit down?
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It's nice to meet you, Professor Ross. I only wish it was under different circumstances.
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It's nice to meet you, too. Believe me, I know the feeling.
We're on a spaceship called the Tranquility. Apparently the year is 938 AE, or After Earth -- which definitely was not the case for most, if not all, of us save for the captain and the chief engineer. Those two are also the only two members of the original crew left on board; everyone else seems to have disappeared before people started arriving.
[ Pause. ] Still with me?
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Yes.
-- Is it safe? Are we safe here?
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I'd say about gazillion light years the other direction. On the plus side, I heard on good faith that on the off-chance you do get to go home at some point, it drops you right back where you left off.
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Lightyears. As in we're-?
[...well she's not going to SAY it, it makes no sense. and Gwen isn't about to make wild guesses just because someone used the word lightyears. maybe he was... using hyperbole! ]
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SORRY, GWEN.]
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Okay. Okay, so- So, so-
We're in space. We, um- We.
We don't know how to get home?
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For your other queries, It's unfortunate, but you're nowhere near New York City. I can safely assume someone has told you of the fact that we're in space?
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Yeah, I've been told. Still working on believing it. We're still a good ways away from long-distance... passenger space travel where I'm from.
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Sorry, luv. Y'ain't exactly gonna make it home by dinner.
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[ hhhhhhhh Gwen's chock full of manners, probably too polite, but she is tilting her head at the little video on her screen because oh- he's-
he's dressed like a pirate, that's-
huh! ]
No need to apologize though, I'm sure it's not your fault.
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Not in the least. But trust me, luv, if I knew a way out, I'd be gone.
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