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[sophically]

[Where does she even begin? Her head is spinning. One moment she was in the middle of Merlin knows where with Harry, crying over the loss of Ron and then...

She was in liquid with a tube shoved down her throat. Hermione rubs her neck and touches the number printed on her arm. Her tears have stopped - for the time being - but that's only because panic has set in.]

I - [Her throat is raw and she hides a cough against her hand.] My name is... [She probably shouldn't give that out.] Penelope Clearwater.

[That is an alias she once used at any rate.]

I haven't a clue where I am or why I was brought here.

[Nothing is familiar. Nothing feels like the Magical World or the Muggle World.]

Answers would be appreciated - if anyone has any to share - but if not, is there a library onboard? A place where information or...data...is kept? I don't mind doing some research for myself.

[It will distract her from losing both of her best friends in one day. As tears find their way into her eyes again, she wipes at them awkwardly.]

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[lacksgrace]

You're in space. As for the why-- [ He gives a shrug. ] No one really knows much about that one. Sorry.

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[sophically]

Space. [That's...difficult to believe and yet, she can't deny that it is a possibility.] Are you implying that we were taken by aliens?

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[lacksgrace]

I dunno if it's aliens, but it's something. It's better if you try not to think about it like that.

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[bailedontheempire]

The library contains only fiction. But we've gathered quite a bit of information in the Communications department.

Voice

[sophically]

Fiction can hold a grain of truth. [Not that she could spot it knowing so little.] Where might I locate what you have gathered thus far?

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[bailedontheempire]

I'll send the information to your device. We have information about the ship, a timeline of what has past and guides for those unfamiliar with the technology on board.

[And true to his his word, a great deal of information should now be at her disposal.]

[priceoffreedom]

Answers are hard to come by, Miss Clearwater.

[sophically]

So I've noticed. But I won't give up so easily.

[priceoffreedom]

Good luck.

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[but_civilization]

Of course, Mademoiselle.

[Combeferre's smile is sympathetic, concerned, as he glances at the girl on screen.]

There IS a media library but I've mostly found it the most helpful in terms of scientific things, and if you wish to find the nature of how we've come to be on this ship, no one has much idea.

This place must be a shock to you. In time, it does grow easier. If you are in need of any help...I was a doctor once.

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[sophically]

That will serve some good. I find it exceedingly strange that everyone is kept in the dark about the ship's intention.

[She hasn't seen any "aliens", so she assumes the ship is somewhat...sentient?]

I'm not injured, but thank you for the offer. [Broken hearts can't be mended with medicine.] I need rest more than anything.

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[overthought]

No one really knows why we're here. We just know that we wake up in the pods, and the next thing you know you're stuck here.

( voice. )

[sophically]

Disconcerting. [A mild word to describe the situation.] How long have you been here? What have you learned?

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[doggedly]

well for starters youre holding one


a place where information or data is kept that is
and loads of it too libraries are quite unnecessary in space

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[sophically]

Oh, I see. I suppose I'll spend the rest of the night perusing it. Thank you.

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[lightmagic]

I would be interested in going through a library as well.

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[sophically]

I'm told this device is quite a library.

voice.

[unmakes]

It's space, it sucks, and pretty soon the food's all gonna be vegan. Which sucks even worse, because we're totally stuck here - and by the way, that whole... goo tube thing? You have to do that literally once a month, so for your sake, I totally hope you're one of those chicks with pretty much no gag reflex. I feel like that'd make it a lot easier?

I'm Sally, by the way.

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[sophically]

We do that every month? [Things just got a little bit worse.] I don't understand the point... On our first arrival, perhaps it makes sense, but after we've arrived?

[Arguing with a fellow passenger won't do her much good.]

Nice to meet you, Sally. [Her voice is breathless; tired.] How long have you been here?

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[thebreakingwave]

Penelope? Looks like I'm going to need to get the towels remonogrammed.

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[sophically]

...Harry? Is that you?

[wiped]

There's a media center, but nothing's in English. It's hard to read most of it.

[ people asking about data? those are thomas' kind of people. ]

Did anyone tell you this is space?

[sophically]

I wouldn't be surprised if it was an alien language. Without a guide, we wouldn't have any hope of decoding it.

[Decoding an alien language - in other circumstances - would be exciting.]

Yes. It was...a shock.

[trouvaille]

Network archives are probably your best bet for anything useful. Nathan Petrelli - in charge of Communications - is very forthcoming about what sort of things have gone on previously, also, he answered a lot of questions for me.

[sophically]

I'll search for him, thank you. I think it might take me awhile to find everyone on this network. It's…vast.

Though I'm sure you realize that.