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[ ariadne had been mulling over what she was planning on saying for a bit now, so the moment the feed clicks in, she is looking squarely into it, her expression clearly is anything but happy - she looks outright annoyed to be honest.

a small sigh, a she is speaking into the device then. ] Look. If we don’t start making lists soon, we’re never going to be able to keep an eye out for each other. [ adding almost frustrated. ] We are in no way as organized as we should be.

[ yes she knows they are trying – or at least a handful are. but this is getting to be ridiculous to her. and she would rather prevent things like what just happened from happening again. ]

Is anyone willing to take on a few of these lists? [ her tone almost appears to be hopeful then, as she is adding: ] Maybe a list could have some of the skill sets we as passengers possess? [ she knows you all have them, it is just a matter of finding out what they are. and if you're going to share with the class of course.

again she is letting a small sigh escape her, as she quickly makes a small face at her thoughts. knowing she just needs to move onto her next topic before she loses them. ] I'm also looking to talk with the victims from the previous attack. [ a beat and she is then reassuring ] I'm not about to cause any issues for anyone involved. But I would just like to hear your thoughts on it.

So if you wouldn't mind getting in contact with me, I'd appreciate that a lot.

[ locked to OPR » 001 » 099 | encrypted 85% ] I know who you are. Do you think we can talk?

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[A small smile?

That triggers the Pie Maker to relax, if only a little, lowering his hunched shoulders on his side of the screen. He finds nothing too alarming about a friendly face... and he wasn't about to start looking for a problem. That's not how he rolls.

But he will cling to that 'hopefully.']

a small town
hometown of Coeur d'Coeurs
you know, Earth

no where special

is it safe to assume you are the same? although i shouldn't be surprised at this point

[ her brow arches some then, clearly looking if she can place this so called coeur d'coeurs. only to shake her head slightly, offering the blank screen (why wont you show your face ned.) a ghost of a smile, before she is saying almost apologetic. ] Can't say I've heard of it before.

[ her nose quickly crinkles and she is adding: ] I've been studying in Paris for some time now.

So yeah, I'm from Earth. Granted there are people here that claim they aren't from Earth.

[ which she doesn't fully buy. obviously assuming they all could very well be projections. but hey, she isn't about to just say that - even if the hint of skepticism can be heard in her voice with it. ] So you shouldn't be too shocked when you run into them.

[Noooope, can't control this man.]

Paris? wow

and i shouldn't...
i ran into a pirate, but that's as shocking as i have gotten so far

[ she is just going to keep smiling and nodding. maaaybe he will actually see, she honestly means no harm. (and she is stubborn, so you might as well get used to her trying.) ]

Jack? [ a faint laugh, and she is quickly adding: ] Yeah, he's harmless for the most part.

Me personally -- I've come across a few that aren't from Earth. Hard to believe, but they are out there. So don't be surprised when you come across one of those Trolls that write odd.

yes, him!!!
he might have been offended when i didn't recognize him...

so let's hope that stays true...

trolls too?
this is like a bunch of storybooks mashed together

[Not exactly the same type of troll that she mentions, but hey, he's getting fuzzy images in his head.]

[ her nose crinkles slightly then, letting her smile grow a bit wider, crinkling just in the corner of her eyes as she does. it's amusement on her part, as the idea of jack is rather amusing to her, but it is what it is. ] Don't take offense to anything he does, he tends to think highly of himself, just seems to be who he is.

[ odd thing for a projection, but whatever, things are truly hard to explain lately.

she pauses then, letting a small sound of thought escape her, just trying to find the proper words for what she is thinking. ] I'm not entirely sure what they are - they're nothing like the trolls in stories I've read though.

Just saying, there is a lot here that is going to have you questioning things you never thought possible. Just a matter of how you're going to deal with it.

[ a beat and she is adding: ] If you ever need any help, you know where to find me though. I at least can offer you a ear.

i'll just be sure to breathe, i'll give you that

[Given the big box of surprise that is the Tranquility, Ned was quite surprised he hadn't gone through some sort of panic attack. Instead, the panic came in smaller forms--Laying awake at night and the growing urge to bake.

Even starting a conversation such as this, just to hear a voice or sign of life. Other than clarifying his secrets are to be well kept, his intentions are pure. He identifies this feeling as loneliness, but gives it a light kick away.

Nothing wrong with wanting to see a friendly face, right?]

thank you
i really appreciate it

[ a shrug of her shoulders, and she is offering the screen a small smile again.

the lack of a face to the name though, has her slightly questioning just what he may be hiding. and the look of thought over that seems to ghost across her face then. (she can't blame him for being secretive, but why?)

a small sigh, and she again offers him a small smile at the corner of her mouth. ]

I mean it Ned; don't be scared to come talk.

[ a beat, and she is adding: ] I may not be one of those all out hero types we seem to have here. But I'd like to think I'm fairly levelheaded, which has me being a good listener to anyone that needs it.

[ she may have her own secrets - ones that have her under the assumption a good handful of the passengers are projections. but it doesn't stop her from trying to care for anyone that seems to be stuck in this damn dream with her. ]

[Ned hovers his hands to type, but...

He finds her words startling. With good intention, but startling. Never had he progressed so quickly into the offer of a friendly acquaintance, offering their presence and a good ear. It felt heavy.

And usually he correlates that type of talking about things he simply doesn't want to talk about. Secrets. Dead mothers. Revived childhood sweethearts. Magical fingers. The rotten strawberry he keeps in his room. All of it was surging through his body, resulting in the odd twitch at the tips of his fingers.

So how does he respond?]

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