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[uncurse]

[ For all that Emma tries not to brood, she missed space Christmas and news of Pan's curse has her feeling particularly sentimental. Reflective, even. And the prospect of losing her memories, losing her loved ones, only serves to remind her that sooner or later, they're all trying, in some capacity, to lose the people they've grown to care about aboard the Tranquility. ]

A friend of mine pointed out a while back that not everyone has a home to go back to at this point. Or one worse than what's here, whether that means they're dead or just some other kind of screwed.

[ Strangely, with Dean back now, she has to wonder if he'd say the same again. That staying on the ship, even as it is now, is better than the alternative for some. Getting a read on him is tougher now. It feels like she's missing pieces. ]

What about you? What's your best case scenario for whenever we figure out what the hell's going on here? Do you go home, forget all about it? Backtrack to Arima and set up shop?

Comments

[klutziness]

so how long've you been stuck here?

[uncurse]

15 jumps. You?

[klutziness]

heh
16 jumps

[uncurse]

Fewer and fewer of us who've been here longer than that.

[klutziness]

we could get jackets
or start a support group

[uncurse]

You know, I always wanted a secret handshake.

[klutziness]

that could be arraned

[uncurse]

Next thing you know, we'll be doing trust falls and encounter sessions.

spelling is hard

[klutziness]

would those be so bad though?

[uncurse]

Not necessarily, but I'm not sure they'd be helpful, either.

[klutziness]

who knows
maybe we'll get lucky