( AUDIO | 001. )

[skyn]

[ 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.

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voice.

[50000volts]

[ Jane's message goes unnoticed by Darcy for a while, mostly because she's being self-absorbed and wrapped up in her own trauma coping mechanisms. Which means that when she does answer, she's a little drunk. ]

Jane!

[ And extremely unhelpful. But at least recognizable. ]

[skyn]

[ reflexively, jane holds the comm away from her, almost as if she can smell the alcohol wafting towards her. her nose curls and she's hesitant for a moment before replying, ]

Darcy?

[ please don't tell her that darcy's drunk. or isn't. to be honest, jane isn't sure which is worse: darcy drunk or... something, she won't even entertain the thought. ]

[50000volts]

You're here!

[ A short hesitation. ]

I'm sorry? But it's totally not my fault.

[skyn]

Unless you've been doing research behind my back, I figured this wasn't you.

[ a lot of things can be said about darcy, but she knows what and what not to touch in jane's lab. ]

Are you ok? You haven't gotten hurt, right?

[50000volts]

No, definitely not.

I'm fine. Are you fine? I mean, this sucks [ to put it mildly ] but I'm all in one piece, so... There's that.

[skyn]

As fine as I can be after being kidnapped. [ that's putting it very mildly, darcy. ]

What's the last thing you remember? [ cos jane can only remember bits and pieces. ]

[50000volts]

[ Just call her Miss Mild. ]

I... You know, now that you mention it, I'm not sure. We were...

Uh, I think I went out to get coffee? Or maybe we were at the lab? I don't know.

[skyn]

[ that nickname will never catch on, no matter how much darcy tries.

jane rubs the heel of her palm against her eye, before running the hand through her hair. it's as if she's trying to shake the memories loose. ]

Is that what you remember?

[50000volts]

[ Darcy's quiet for a moment, trying to think very hard about what she may or may not remember. Nothing becomes any clearer for her efforts. ]

I don't really remember what I was doing before I woke up here. It's all really fuzzy. I guess that's supposed to be normal in this place.

[skyn]

Yeah, I don't either. [ it's like waking up after a long night of drinking: her head throbs, her body feels out of sorts, and she has absolutely no memory of the past hours. it's frightening because jane could always rely on her mind to protect and save her. thor may have his hammer, but she had her mind. ]

[50000volts]

Where are you? Do you need me to come find you? [ Darcy might need an escort herself, but safety in numbers, right? ] Did you manage to find your room okay?