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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

[lafautedevoltaire]

1832.

A long time ago, for most people here.

[uncurse]

Very long time ago.
Almost two hundred years.

Which, I guess, might be how ancient those of us ahead of you are to this ship's tech. Must have been quite the adjustment.

[lafautedevoltaire]

I've been learning a lot. Carolyn used to let me watch her fix the shuttles.

[uncurse]

Used to?
Don't tell me she's gone too.

[lafautedevoltaire]

A lot of the flight people went away at the last jump.

[uncurse]

Damn.
I mean I never really knew her, but you couldn't be on this ship without hearing about her.
It's weird.

[lafautedevoltaire]

She'd been here a long time. I guess you never really know, here.