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[creatio]

so, i can't be the only one wondering where our stuff is, right? because i don't know about you guys but i don't usually use a jumpsuit as pajamas, even if i'm taking an impromptu space nap. and even though i'm trying super hard not to think about someone playing nasa barbie while i was unconscious, i can't help but want to know what they've done with everything else.

( Her stele is the thing she's most eager to get back, if she's honest. But she'd take her knife too. Hell, even her actual underwear. )

has anyone come across a closet? or like, a sinister collection of momentos.

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[creatio]

um, a rock? a thing that looks like a metal stick with runes on it? a knife.
i'm pretty sure if someone had seen them i'd know about it already.

( Awkward. She's hoping she can hide behind her username for a little while. So the only person this will make any semblance of sense to is someone who knows exactly what she's talking about. )

my wallet and cell phone are gone too? but i doubt they're useful in space.

[creatio]

i'd say we break down some doors but apparently that's a terrible idea in space?

( Who knew. )

[creatio]

okay, so there's definitely a story there.

( Wanda, she has missing angel things she needs to get back. )

[creatio]

see, i'm trying not to think about it.

every time i do my brain shouts TENTACLES at me. what if aliens touched me while i slept?

[creatio]

they're bound to have made one, right?

[creatio]

You're missing a sword?

( #SNAP. )

[creatio]

#1. how did i get to space?
#2. where are my pants?
#3. who left their shirt in my room?

and all of the above, does it relate to the screaming from the other day?

[solarcharged]

As someone who has tangled with tentacles, it's even worse than you're imagining.

Also... WHERE are they? Did they just do this to us and disappear? Or are they still among us?

[neuralnet]

Those are good concerns.

You're one of the people who heard screams, then? I didn't hear screams but I did see an explosion that reversed itself a second later.

[catastrophics]

yes. not one for the network. [ not that she's necessarily been keeping what she can do and where she'd been before being pulled onto the station a secret, but it's a conversation she'd rather have with clary in private, if possible. ]

there are things others have left behind, of the personal variety. i don't know if that makes the fact that we can't find our things better or worse.

[reposing]

Correct. Clothing aside, that is the item I am missing.

It is replaceable. If given the opportunity with the right tools and material, I could make another. I doubt I will be so fortunate here.

[wingstosee]

[ don't worry, clary. even if venus had any reason to suspect you, she still wouldn't put it together. she's sort of... oblivious like that. ]

oh yeah. that was mainly why i was asking
i was worried about my cell phone for a while but there's probably no reception in space?
so like. you know
i definitely haven't seen any rocks up here though. or metal rune sticks.

actually no knives either? that would have made altering the jumpsuit a lot easier.
wing room and all. you know how it is.

[ literally nobody aside from you knows how it is venus. ]

[merging]

I guess it's from whoever was here before us? But why these things? Why nothing else? I mean who leaves a room practically empty except for a sock

[spinals]

maybe??
what's a nasa? and what's a barbie?

[morphogenia]

I mean at least they're not that creepy. But, yeah they stole my great-grandmother's wedding bangles. That's what I'm mad about tbh.

[splinten]

Glad I'm not alone on that.
I don't know. It's hard to work out a mechanism that would be able to accomplish fucking with the unfuckable.
You'd think it would have to be an actual person, but I can't figure out how.

[volumes]

Well... you know. There's that whole "we need the walls to keep in the air" thing. Doors are probably close to that.

[theycalledmeacurse]

It might be here somewhere. There's a lot of this place we can't access, and I'd bet good money at least some of our answers are behind all of those locked doors.

[creatio]

also it feels pretty weird that we're the only ones here, right? especially because there's other people's stuff just left behind. and the message.

i don't know if it's better or worse to think there might be others behind those doors.

[creatio]

only doors near the outside though, right?
like if we hit the ones at the centre, would it still cause a space sucking monstrosity>

( She doesn't know, all her sci-fi knowledge is from Netflix. )

[creatio]

yeah, and where did they go?
are they still on the station? because that makes everything even creepier.
i could maybe stomach a space ray or something like the fabricator. but then has everything else been zapped away?

[creatio]

seriously?!

( Okay, so she's so finding those bangles because what the fuck. )

i'm so sorry, that's awful.
i felt bummed out enough about my own stuff but none of it was sentimental. that must suck.

[creatio]

( Oh. Jesus. )

um, nasa's like the united state's space organisation? they landed on the moon, decided pluto wasn't a planet, are maybe getting to mars one day soon.

barbie is a doll. plastic. unrealistic size proportions.

[creatio]

someone in a rush?
maybe they didn't have time to pack properly.

( Which ... isn't good. )

[creatio]

check out the kitchen.
i kind of liberated one the other day.
because of the wall screaming.

( She is not a serial killer. )

if you need help slashing that up then i'm your girl.