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( AUDIO | 001. )
[ the distress signal is tapped out using her fingernail against a wall. it's one of the few signals jane knows in morse code, a trick taught to her by her father during their many late night stargazes. ]
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[ SOS
a few seconds pass, silently but only slightly disturbed by soft, hurried pants and then, ]
Hello. I'm Dr. Jane Foster of — of Earth. Or Midgard. [ jane feels the need to mention that, in case she tripped slapstick style into a gravitational anomaly and ended up god knows where again. she knows that by this point she shouldn't feel surprised waking up in a strange place, lost and confused, with a number tattooed on her arm. after all, safety and normalcy had pretty much been tossed out the window as soon as she hit the god of thunder with her van.
it still does, though. it's like a seizure by the throat, a fire shut up in her bones that makes her both restless and weary. it's the fear that never truly leaves the body, like malaria, and it's a fear clearly evident in her voice when she speaks again, ]
I — don't know where I am. Or how I got here. Or what any of this is. [ she won't exactly say it, but jane is completely clueless. it's an odd, sickening feeling and one she isn't used to. usually, she could grasp at straws, ultimately finding a conclusion through the little scraps of clues she was handed. in fact, her entire career has been built on that. here, however, there are no answers and no work for jane to use as a distraction. all there is the silence and the cold, harsh reality of the unknown.
jane lets out a sigh, heavy and tired as if the realisation just dawned on her, and she runs a shaky hand through her hair. ] If anyone can hear me, I need answers. Please.
[ SOS
a few seconds pass, silently but only slightly disturbed by soft, hurried pants and then, ]
Hello. I'm Dr. Jane Foster of — of Earth. Or Midgard. [ jane feels the need to mention that, in case she tripped slapstick style into a gravitational anomaly and ended up god knows where again. she knows that by this point she shouldn't feel surprised waking up in a strange place, lost and confused, with a number tattooed on her arm. after all, safety and normalcy had pretty much been tossed out the window as soon as she hit the god of thunder with her van.
it still does, though. it's like a seizure by the throat, a fire shut up in her bones that makes her both restless and weary. it's the fear that never truly leaves the body, like malaria, and it's a fear clearly evident in her voice when she speaks again, ]
I — don't know where I am. Or how I got here. Or what any of this is. [ she won't exactly say it, but jane is completely clueless. it's an odd, sickening feeling and one she isn't used to. usually, she could grasp at straws, ultimately finding a conclusion through the little scraps of clues she was handed. in fact, her entire career has been built on that. here, however, there are no answers and no work for jane to use as a distraction. all there is the silence and the cold, harsh reality of the unknown.
jane lets out a sigh, heavy and tired as if the realisation just dawned on her, and she runs a shaky hand through her hair. ] If anyone can hear me, I need answers. Please.

[Audio]
Please calm down Miss Foster. You're safe. [Mostly.]
audio.
Miss Potts.
[ jane cuts herself before she can say anything, honestly unsure what she should say. ]
Re: audio.
[There's a small pause as Pepper debates not leaving her room. It's not that she doesn't want to help Jane, it's just that she doesn't really want to see anyone right now. She's starting to realize that isn't an option for her on a ship like the Tranquility.]
Where are you Miss Foster, I'll come get you.
no subject
I'm near the passenger quarters.
no subject
no subject
I'm uh. On the 273th level.
no subject
Stay there and don't move.
[It shouldn't take her long to get there.]
Tell me what you've been told so far.
no subject
Nothing at all. You're the first person I've talked to.
[ congrats, pepper. ]
no subject
You just followed the instructions on your device, didn't you?
[She did the same thing when she arrived.]
no subject
Uh, mostly. [ jane was kind of out of it once she regained consciousness and the door slid open. then once she did obtain her senses, she didn't think that following her kidnappers' orders (or whatever the hell they are) was a good idea. call it being stubborn for stubborn's sake. it's just how she rolls. ]
no subject
After a minute she can be seen coming down the corridor. She keeps talking into the communicator so they don't have to yell though.]
I did the same thing when I arrived. First and foremost is that we're in space.
[She presses her lips together and waits for the inevitable reaction. Probably not as volatile as hers, seeing as Jane is more worldly about this sort of thing then she is, but a reaction all the same.]