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[ it's been more than a month since she landed herself on this ship, and she's gotten nowhere. she's beginning to understand how her arrival had been greeted with such pessimism and futility, and she can't help but imagine that the insomnia's a result of the near-death experience trying to make it back aboard the tranquility off of the cyllene being combined with an acute depression of realizing she's powerless to get her son back. she's been feeling pretty powerless across the board, lately.
her room's dark, because she's been tossing and turning in vain to try and get to sleep without success, so she doesn't bother turning on the video function. audio will have to do the trick. there's a sense of abject defeat in her voice, because she finally gets it - talking to sark aboard the cyllene, and then scrambling to get off of it. no one is going to rescue the tranquility and get them home, and any attempt at progress seems to be met with a glass ceiling.
they're stuck, and they're on their own. she's on her own. she hadn't realized how heavily she'd learned to rely on her family until she'd been denied their company. ]
If I want to help out with security on board the ship, how's that work? [ it's been a month, it's high time she accepted that she needs something to keep her busy and direct her energy towards or this funk isn't going anywhere. some savior. ] Is there like a training program or do I just track down some security office and sign my name on the dotted line?
[ there's the sound of shifting as she sits up in bed, because something else occurred to her. she'd never really seen a report published to the ship-wide network. just a video that didn't shed much light - her cynicism wants her to assume that's because there wasn't much to be found, but it's worth asking. ]
And while I'm at it; I saw some bad news about the new areas of the Tranquility, but I was on the Cyllene while people were exploring. Any more news to go with it? Are those areas still accessible, or did they close off when we undocked? [ or whatever the word for that is. ]
[ private to will graham ; no encryption ]
And, Graham - I found some clothes. Little on the dressy side, but they should fit. Where do you want me to bring them?
[ she's just tired enough to use the wrong name - the one that's more familiar, that makes her feel a little more secure, at least subconsciously. ]
her room's dark, because she's been tossing and turning in vain to try and get to sleep without success, so she doesn't bother turning on the video function. audio will have to do the trick. there's a sense of abject defeat in her voice, because she finally gets it - talking to sark aboard the cyllene, and then scrambling to get off of it. no one is going to rescue the tranquility and get them home, and any attempt at progress seems to be met with a glass ceiling.
they're stuck, and they're on their own. she's on her own. she hadn't realized how heavily she'd learned to rely on her family until she'd been denied their company. ]
If I want to help out with security on board the ship, how's that work? [ it's been a month, it's high time she accepted that she needs something to keep her busy and direct her energy towards or this funk isn't going anywhere. some savior. ] Is there like a training program or do I just track down some security office and sign my name on the dotted line?
[ there's the sound of shifting as she sits up in bed, because something else occurred to her. she'd never really seen a report published to the ship-wide network. just a video that didn't shed much light - her cynicism wants her to assume that's because there wasn't much to be found, but it's worth asking. ]
And while I'm at it; I saw some bad news about the new areas of the Tranquility, but I was on the Cyllene while people were exploring. Any more news to go with it? Are those areas still accessible, or did they close off when we undocked? [ or whatever the word for that is. ]
[ private to will graham ; no encryption ]
And, Graham - I found some clothes. Little on the dressy side, but they should fit. Where do you want me to bring them?
[ she's just tired enough to use the wrong name - the one that's more familiar, that makes her feel a little more secure, at least subconsciously. ]