[ video ] OO1 ; til everything burns, while everyone screams...

[cheerioless]

[ quinn is looking directly into the camera. her short pink hair is pulled back into a rather messy ponytail and she looks serious - she also looks pale. her head is spinning, she's still trying to process what blaine told her - that the last thing he remembers with her was that she was hit by a truck and was in the hospital.

she thought she had it figured out. people arriving from different times, it explained why she and santana remembered different things. but now it seems so much more complicated, and it makes her head and her heart hurt. is that her future? is she going to go back home some day and get hit by a truck?

oh god, what if she's dead? or she's going to die? despite her emotions her voice is perfectly even when she speaks, and her face expressionless. there is no way she's going to let on what's going on in her head. no way. ]

I guess it's about time I posted, I'm Quinn I arrived here a month or so ago - and there is something I'd like clarified. People from the same worlds arrive here from different times, right? How exactly does that all work? [ beat. ] Is that future set in stone?

[ filtered to santana - 90% HACKABLE ]

[ this is the part where quinn's face crumples a little bit. because she can't hold it in anymore. this coupled with everything else, even things back home - it's all to much. ]

San? Can...can you come over? I...I'm in my room... Please?

[ don't cry quinn, come on. don't. cry. ]



{ ooc: backdated to an hour or so after this. and hackers go right ahead, quinn is an emotional teenager who can't be bothered with these sorts of things. }

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[mediumdrip]

I don't think anything is set in stone.

[cheerioless]

I don't even know what to think anymore. I used to be so certain about everything - and now we're here.

[mediumdrip]

We're here, so maybe you can stop it?

[showbizpanache]

Oh. [Crap. He sighs.]

Did Blaine tell you?

[cheerioless]

He didn't mean too. And then I asked...I had to know.

[showbizpanache]

I see. [Another sigh.]

I'm--sorry I hid it from you. I just didn't see how giving you that information would be in any way pertinent.

And...well, I didn't want this to happen.

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[satana]

It- [ Santana holds up a hand and cants her head back a little, and for fucking once there's no pretenses up; just some raw emotion, confusion and concern mingling. ] Whooooa.

Who the hell spit in your bleach?

[ Well, maybe not NO pretenses. She tries, she really does. She even sighs, and rubs at the back of her neck. ] It's cool, Q, I'm coming. Five minutes?

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[cheerioless]

[ quinn manages a nod. she's trying not to cry right now. is god punishing her for something? a truck? oh god, oh god. ]

Okay. [ she blinks and swallows. breathe quinn, come on, breathe. ]

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[satana]

Okay? Right there. Just- hold tight.

[ She looked like she was going to break, let alone cry. If the urgency in her tone wasn't enough to spur Santana on, that expressions certainly would have. At least this place is quick enough to get around, with the lifts. And for every reason, Santana feels like rushing. ]

[ She raps her knuckles sharply against the door when she arrives. ] Fabray, open up.

[turncloak]

[ Theon would like to know the answer to that question, too. But admitting so would be tantamount to publicly saying he'd lived more or less than others from his world, and he's not sure enough of how the devices work or who can read them to risk it. Instead he just lifts an eyebrow, gives the hint of a smirk, laconic and cavalier. ]

Got a future needs changing?

[cheerioless]

[ quinn raises an eyebrow. she pushes her feelings aside, because who is this guy? ]

I'm just inquisitive.

[turncloak]

Right then. 'Course. I know that's exactly the kind of question I'd jump to out of sheer curiosity.

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[jilt]

[ and the future may be a luxury that irene no longer has, but still, the question gives her pause. ]

The future is what we make of it, surely.

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[cheerioless]

What about accidents? ...things we can't control?

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[jilt]

You cannot control the happening, but you can control what comes next. That is the thing to consider.

[askedtobe]

Pretty sure the future's never set in stone.

[cheerioless]

Then how would one go about changing things? ...hypothetically.

[askedtobe]

Kind of depends on what part of the future you want to change. Because travelling back in time to fix things is supposed to be off limits.

Whole thing's kind of complicated.

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[doggedly]

[Not that it matters except in the vaguest way, but there's a tiny internal war that takes place before Sirius frames a reply. Fit girl with interesting pink hair might be worth talking with versus fit girl who likely is upset and will not want to be talked with; fit girl who is likely upset and needs assistance versus fit girl who is likely upset so avoid at all costs--but after only a short debate, he replies.]

How many years?

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[cheerioless]

[ quinn hesitates giving an honest reply. she doesn't really want to talk about it, not with people she doesn't know at least (actually she just wants santana). but maybe some of the people here can help her figure things out, right? besides if it gets to personal then she can cut off the feed or...something. ]

Not even, at least in this instance. It's months.

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[doggedly]

[He offers her a little smile and an ironic shrug, trying to make a joke of this.]

Oh, well then, miss, I've got you beaten, I'm at nearly thirty years off. I think I win.

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[manipulativni]

I can't pretend to know how it all works, but no one's future is ever set in stone.

[ people catch on to what's intended for them and get smart and run away, change themselves so they can't fit that mold anymore. there are consequences, but that's all part of changing what's meant to be. ]

I'm pretty sure being abducted onto a spaceship wasn't in anyone's plans, for instance.

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[cheerioless]

I guess you've got me beat there. So do you think the future can be changed then?

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[butwedonot]

Ah, I've not been here for quite as long but it seems that is so. I can't say it's set in stone as the people I know from my home are all closely related in time with the exception of one whom doesn't remember past a few weeks before hand.

I'm not sure how it works, honestly, though I've got a theory or two on it.

I can't say for the future however, I assume only someone who has returned home could tell you that.

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[cheerioless]

[ quinn pauses for a second. he has a really good point. meaning she's probably going to be stuck wondering and worrying about this for a while. no, there has got to be an answer somewhere on this ship. someone has to know something. ]

Do you mind sharing some of your theories?