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[The voice coming over the network is recognizably female and perhaps a tad freaked out. But, overall, she sounds mostly pulled together. Considering that she's definitely not in Kansas anymore.]

Um... Hello? Is anyone there? I think this is a telephone... but it looks more like something out of John's science-fiction shows. [There's the sound of some buttons being pressed, as if whoever's using the device has no idea what she's doing. The voice is growing more irritated.]

Is this thing even on? [A sigh.] Well, if anyone can hear me, my name is Mary Winchester and I could really use some help.

[More button pressing and the transmission ends.]

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Sounds like you're having fun there.

[Try as she might, Mary has no idea how to use the text function on this thing, so she's just going to talk back at you, whoever you are.]

Yes! Hi. Hello. I'm not sure 'fun' is the word I'd use but... [At least someone responded and the relief is evident in her voice.] If you don't mind me asking, who are you?

[ Considering Alex woke up just a little while ago at about the same level of freaked out and confused, he sympathizes, speaking up. ]

You're on a ship. Should be a locker close by with your stuff in it.

What do you mean a ship? What kind of ship?

And yes, I found the locker with my things in it. [Although there wasn't much in there, and what there was only made her worry.]

Like... spaceship. [ A concept he's still finding absurd enough, and that's evident in his hesitation. ]

I can try to help, if you still need it.

[A touch of nervous laughter, because really, the idea is totally ridiculous. Isn't it?]

A spaceship? No, that can't be. Spaceships don't exist, at least none like this. How is that even possible? [This has to be a dream or a mass hallucination, something. It can't possibly be real, there must be something supernatural behind it.]

[When she speaks again, her tone is softer and you can almost hear the smile in her voice.] Well, it doesn't sound like you know much more than I do but maybe you could tell me how this thing works, if you know. [She's speaking of the communicator.] What's your name anyway?

Another inmate, apparently. You had the whole spaceship spiel given to you yet?

You're on a ship, luv.

[Well, that's just rude. But at least whoever it is seems willing to be a bit helpful, so she lets it slide.]

Inmate? So we're trapped here. [A pause.] Someone did mention that we were on a spaceship, but I still don't really believe it. He didn't say any more than that.

That was my question. [ They haven't even made it to the moon yet where he's from. And sadly, that means he's also not too familiar with the technology, but he's had a few more moments to toggle with it. ]

It's, uh, weird to me too. I've figured out off, on, video, audio and text, though? [ There's a shrug in his tone. He wishes he could be more help. ] I'm Alex Summers. Mary, right?

That's what people have been saying, but how did I get here? You can't expect me to believe I'm actually on a spaceship.

Video? It does video? [There's surprise in her voice. She knew it did text and audio but...] So we could see each other?

[There's some shuffling sounds as she fiddles with the communicator. She presses buttons for a few moments and finally manages to turn on the video function. She peers curiously into the feed, her blond hair messy and still a bit damp.] Can you see me now?

[She smiles.] And yes, I'm Mary. It's very nice to meet you, Alex.

Just help with the comm, or did you need something else?

[This is the joy of paranoia. Sorry, Mary.]

Seems that way. Unless you've got a shuttle hidden in your locker.

It's on, we can hear you just fine! What kind of help do you need?

[ He gives a short kind of laugh and switches the setting as well. ] Yeah, I can see you. Good job.

[ Not said sarcastically. 1962 kid here knows how difficult messing with this thing is and how much time you spend looking like an idiot while screwing it up. He attempts a half-smile, trying to do friendly. ] Cool to meet you too.

[ Okay, so, explaining. He holds up his arm, showing the number inked to it. ] So, the number you've got goes with a room number too, so you could check that out for a bed and desk and shi-- stuff. [ She's so cheery and polite so cursing around her seems weird. Derp. ]

[He gives a shrug.]

Believe what you wanna believe, luv. But s'far as I know, we're onna ship in space. I ain't gotta clue how we got here--just woke up in the goo and I've been here ever since.

But why? Why are we here? And if this is actually happening, [Which she still seriously doubts. It has to be some sort of illusion or dream. Something supernatural.] how did we even get here?

The comm? You mean this thing? I- I think I'm starting to figure it out but I'm a little more concerned with why I'm here. No one I've talked to yet seems to know much of anything, either that or their just not willing to share.

[And there's a sigh of relief. This is about the nicest voice she's heard yet.]

Great. Thank you! I'm mostly just looking for information. I just- I don't even know where to begin. This is just so...

A room? I- We're just supposed to stay here?

[Mary's feeling worse and worse about this place. She looks down at the number on her own arm.]

005 112. Does it mean anything?

And how long have you been here?

Four months, give or take.

It's okay, I know it's a bit overwhelming.

You weren't totally off with assuming this is something from a science fiction show, considering this is a spaceship.

No idea Still no idea Who the fuck knows We've all been asking the same questions. No one's got the answers we need. Your choices are to either deal with it, or lose your fucking mind worrying about something you can't change.

It's probably the former more than the latter; this place isn't exactly big on giving reasons - or answers - for anything.

Looks like. [ He's not any happier about it. ] Not that I'm planning to.

[ But stuck on a spaceship in the middle of who even knows where? Not like he has much choice at the moment. ]

If it does, I haven't figured it out yet.

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I was almost afraid of that, but I guess it's better than people just lying to me.

[A sigh.]

Thank you though. At least people here seem to be willing to help, even if they can't offer much. Are you new here as well? Or have you been here a while like some of the others.

A bit overwhelming might even be an understatement. [Mary laughs.] But I'm managing. I'm just trying to take everything in stride. Piecing things together without over-thinking it, y'know?

And I guess you already know from my little speech earlier, but my name's Mary. It's really nice to meet you. If fact, you're about the nicest person I've met here so far.

Well, I assure you I have no intentions of losing my mind. I guess I'll just have to see what I can figure out myself. Thank you for the advice though.

[There might have been the slightest bit of sarcasm to that last bit, or you could have just been imagining things.]

If you don't mind me asking, why do you write in text?

Four months?! You've been here that long? What have you been doing that whole time?

[Mary is still incredibly confused as to why any of them are here. What could possibly be the purpose of bringing all of them together on this ship?]

And everyone has a number? [It's more of a statement than an actual question. Mary's eyebrows knit together in contemplation. After a moment she looks back up at Alex.]

Listen, I know this is going to sound strange but have you noticed anything weird happening? I mean, aside from the whole being on spaceship thing. Cold spots, flickering lights, the smell of sulfer, anything like that?

Hey, don't mention it. I don't really see the point in letting people figure out some of this stuff on their own, not if I can help. [ Sure, Mason, you're just a regular old boyscout... ] The first jump I went through was back in February. There are definitely people who've been here longer, but no, I'm not new.

Drinkin', mostly.

[He smirks.]

Oh, there was also some mutiny, and changin' corridors and blood and skeletons and stuff, but if ignore all that, there ain't really much t'do.

S'what it looks like so far. [ He hasn't been regularly checking people, but everyone he's seen so far has had on.

He raised an eyebrow at the question, but humors it anyway. ] Nah, can't say I have. Why?

Yeah, that's definitely a good way to go about it.

Ah- am I really? Well yeah, I did hear you mention your name. It's nice to meet you too, Mary. My name is Chuck.

No one ever intends to. But who said you get a choice? I'm mute, and very sensitive about it. Thanks.

I'm just trying to figure out what could be going on here. If you haven't noticed anything, don't worry about it. [She smiles.]

But if anything like that starts happening, let me know, alright?

Yeah. We all are. [ He gives a weak sort of half-smile ]

You'll be the first to hear it.

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