First Prayer | Video;

[mortalize]

[When the feed clicks on, Natalie looks significantly more serious than anyone on the network has probably seen her. She's worried, and she conveys that by slipping into business mode.]

I'm hoping there's already someone here who's collected a security team for the new arrivals.

[Not necessarily formally tied to the actual ship's crew, but that's a risky thing to say out loud.]

If that's the case, I'm submitting my formal request to be added to the team. If a list of skills and qualifications becomes necessary, I can draft something up.

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[mortalize]

It's never too late to start up.

[When you live on a ship full of copies of yourself, things tend to get deep and philosophical really quickly -- especially after you start thinking about the real repercussions of destroying most of humanity.

Heh.]

[circumitus]

Hmm...

[She shrugs her shoulder passively, as if passing off the mere thought.]

[mortalize]

Especially with what's happening on this ship.

Aren't you the least bit curious about why we're here? If it's some -- divine plan.

[circumitus]

[There is a very "meh" vibe coming off her right now.]

I just don't think there's any kind of purpose to it at all, so there's no real reason to think about it much.

[mortalize]

But you're not curious as to why we were brought here?

[She raises her eyebrow at the other woman.]

[circumitus]

[Have a similar eyebrow raise.]

Not really.

[mortalize]

Do you feel anything about it?

[Back to curiosity now.]

[circumitus]

...not really.

[Yeesh, is there an echo in here or something?]

[mortalize]

[And now she's leaning in a little more.]

Do you have any strong feelings about ... anything?

[circumitus]

[Do strong feelings about not having strong feelings count?

[No?]

Not... really...?

[mortalize]

[No, it absolutely doesn't count.]

What about something from your past? Anything.

[Natalie is definitely broaching the normal personal space boundaries, suddenly.]

[circumitus]

[Haha, what is personal space? It's almost as though Rey doesn't have any regard for that, either.]

I try not to dwell on it too much. Gives me a headache.

[No. Literally. It does.]

[mortalize]

[Well, if she isn't going to react to it -- her hand slips up to Rey's hair, brushing it away from her face.]

We all have painful memories.

[Some of hers just -- aren't hers in that extremely personal sense. She tries not to think about many of them -- about Gina, about the other Six she shot in the head.]

[circumitus]

[She doesn't. Not much, anyway. Unless if you consider blinking to be much of a reaction.]

...I don't.

[mortalize]

Maybe not that you remember.

[She shifts a little closer, almost nose-to-nose with Rey.]

But that's -- all right.

[circumitus]

[...not sure if want...?

[But she's also not finding herself very opposed to it, either. It's just not often that she's seen someone so close before, that the implications are kind of an afterthought.]

Is it?

[mortalize]

Minds try to make us forget things that harm us. Bringing them out too quickly can be dangerous, but it can be good.

[Hopefully this will help you figure out if you want or not, Rey. Natalie's lips brush up against the other woman's once, slowly.]

It will be all right.

[circumitus]

I'm not worried...

[Her thought process trails off when she feels Natalie's mouth up against hers. Blink. Twice. The second time only rises again with a certain, half-lidded stare.]

What are you...?

[mortalize]

[She's even slower to draw back, lips pursed together lightly.]

What are you?

[Yep, she's going to do that annoying deflection thing for now.]

[circumitus]

[For once, no more mimicry. She just kind of sits there awkwardly.]

...confused.

[mortalize]

[And she laughs softly, shaking her head.]

That isn't what I meant.

[circumitus]

[Now she's even more confused.]

I don't understand.

[mortalize]

[...so she really doesn't know, then. That makes this a little more difficult.]

You just remind me of myself in some ways. How I used to be, a long time ago.

[In a roundabout way in which she takes 'myself' to mean the Cylons in general. Yep.]

[circumitus]

That right?

[You'll have to forgive her for not quite knowing whether that's supposed to be a good thing or not. She's not sure if people speak that fondly of themselves in past-tense.]

[mortalize]

Yes. It can be difficult to work through ... identity problems.

[She shakes her head, leaning back from Rey a little.]

If you need to talk, I'm available. Even if you're not sure what you want to say.