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[Her phone doesn't work, at least past turning on and telling her there's no reception. She can play Angry Birds all day long if she wanted to, though, which is how Angela spent her first couple of nights in this place, but it's time to be social. This what brings her face on the network feed via the comm device.]

I'm going to accept the fact that I'm--we're all stuck here. Fantastic. [Only not.] I'm going to pretend that instead of a spaceship, this is an airplane taking us to an all expense paid trip to an island full of cabana boys and rum and we're riding in first class. How's that sound?

[Not too good. Not even to her.]

Yeah, I didn't think that would work either. So I guess I might as well introduce myself. My name is Angela Montenegro. I'm from Washington D.C. which is back on Earth. The big round blue thing I'm hoping the Tranquility passes sooner or later. I'm an artist, but I also do some computer work at the Jeffersonian. Have any of you heard of that place? Please say yes so I'm sure I'm not the only person from my world here.

[Sorry, Ange, but you are. Deal with it.]

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Wait... like out of nowhere, overnight? They don't have to do anything special?

[She's getting ideas now. Test the system.]

Yeah. Out of nowhere. They have no control at all, it just happens and then they're back home again.

That's... [unfair. No say in anything they do.] Damn.

It's one of the many troubling aspects of this place.

[Troubling was such a gentle word for it. Bela could swear but she's refraining for now.]

One of many. I feel you need to start telling me more.

Might be better in person but it's up to you.

That bad?

Bad is an understatement.

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