Reverie

Does anyone know this woman?

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Her image was sent to my communicator.

[ More accurately, a program file was sent to his communicator, which wouldn't run on his devices or the station's terminals. Only once he downloaded and ran the file on his internal neural network did he receive the message, Hello, world. and her picture. ]

[About three hours ago Daisy had received a message on her communicator and when she opened it she saw a video message from someone she never expected to see.

Lincoln Campbell, her dead boyfriend, in the Quinjet he had died in. There's an angry set to his mouth.

"I didn't want your destiny. You know that? You should've saved me. You should've found a way."

After that, the message cuts off.

Daisy had sat with that guilt for two years now, and it was still hard for her to get past it. So, unsurprisingly, this shakes her to the core. So much so that she goes to the bar just long enough to grab a bottle of whatever was closest before she's back in her room.

She's well through half the bottle when she sets her communicator to voice and speaks to anyone who might be listening.]

Has anyone received a message from someone back home? Someone that's not on the ship.

[Someone who's dead. She leaves out that part because she can't bring herself to say it out loud. Anyone that has heard her may notice how drunk she sounds. She at least had enough sense not to turn on the video option. Her eyes are red and swollen from how much she's been crying and even now she's struggling not to.]

[On waking up, Black had panicked. This wasn't the One Concern, these definitely weren't her clothes, and her stuff was gone--no, wait.

She still had her pair of white tickets. That's good. Metal fingers clutched the paper in an attempt to anchor down to it. The repeating message was tuned out for the most part for several minutes, until she got her bearings. However, it wasn't quite...useful.

She shuts the message off after some fumbling, and further poking about brings her to the network and a bunch of shit that doesn't make sense. So lacking any other obvious option, she utilizes it.]

okay i have several questions

1. where the hell is this

2. who the fuck took my clothes

3. how do i get back to the one concern

4. how do contact specific people

5. white, chrome, if either of you are out there, you better be answering these questions asap!!!