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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]

( She'd be hard pressed to find Adamas here, she's not an Iron Sister. But then, is she really at threat from demons in space? The only thing she should worry about is Sebastian. )

Yeah, it's not like there's just metal lying around. We kind of need it to stop us freezing to death or floating off. But if there is anything you can use or you need someone to help, let me know?

( She knows she'd feel better if she wasn't so defenceless. )

[creatio]

yeah, i get that.

( Hopefully they can talk. But Clary's not going to push. )

i'm trying not to think about that. it's hard enough missing my own stuff, i know i wouldn't leave it behind. so what happened to the people from before? where did they go? did they know we were coming?

[creatio]

seriously?
did it just turn itself back inside out?

[creatio]

oh god, really?
how many tentacles?

( IMPORTANT QUESTIONS. )

i never thought about that.
they could be anyone.

( Thanks, Apollo. )

[volumes]

Probably not.


Probably.

[creatio]

i hate space.

[morphogenia]

SERIOUSLY. It's like so cruel since those bangles have literally stayed with the ladies of my family through like everything. Like running for our lives because our neighbors might murder us kind of everything. I totally feel like I failed her since that's way worse than a space kidnapping.

[wingstosee]

oh my gosh.
i didn't. actually think of that?
of course there are knives in there. wow.

well i feel kind of stupid now? haha.
and i think the jumpsuits are fine. my wings fit through now so like. no more ripping needed?
hopefully.

[solarcharged]

Too many tentacles.

As much as I don't like the idea that they're still among us... it's not like there's anyone else around. And more people are still turning up. It makes sense that the person responsible is still on this station. Somewhere.

[reposing]

Should I find material or a stash of some sort, I will be sure to make the announcement.

[spinals]

i don't know the united state or pluto or mars either
sorry
are you from earth? so many people here seem to be from earth

[creatio]

yeah.
the earth where we don't live in space, anyway. i'm pretty sure everyone i've talked to is from some weird variant.

( She's read enough comic books, she knows how this goes. )

what about you? where are you from?

[creatio]

Thanks. Then we can just hope a fantasy dwarf got pulled into space too and we can have a smything teamup.

( She's mostly here for the heavy lifting. )

[spinals]

a moon called l-21
but no one here has ever heard of it

[volumes]

What, you don't think it's cool? You can pretend like we're a crew now.

It's only uh, a lot bigger of a crew than I'm used to.

[creatio]

we'll figure it out, i promise. your bangles are probably still on the station, and once we can get the doors open i'll make sure to look all over.

but it's not your fault. you were unconscious. you can't protect something like that when you're not in a position to protect yourself.

[creatio]

i only know because my brother had one.
i probably wouldn't have thought about it either.

( ... Fuck, now she's just laid claim to Sebastian as her family. She was going to pretend. )

i mean, yeah they're fine.
but i miss my jeans :c
i feel like some kind of space criminal.

[creatio]

i'm so sorry.

( She's just gonna shudder. Like, the poor guy. )

it's frustrating. i keep imagining a kind of space villain right behind the next door, twirling his mustache while we all panic.

[creatio]

do we get cool call-signs? because then i'd be down.

[creatio]

yeah, i haven't either. sorry.
but that's cool. you must be used to the space stuff then?

[solarcharged]

At least a mustache-twirling space villain means they'll have a face to punch. When we find them.

[morphogenia]

You're like the sweetest. Thank you!!! And sorry for the pity party. Guess I've been holding that in for a while.

[neuralnet]

Something like that.
Here, I can show you...

[ He sends a video file, which might plausibly have come from his wrist communicator, but actually came from his eyes. It shows the first-person view of him walking down a corridor, minding his own business, when suddenly there is a burst of light and a loud explosion. He falls to the ground as the ceiling falls apart, wires sparking and crackling. Then, a second later, the hallway is back to normal, as though nothing happened. The video cuts off just as the sound of approaching footsteps is heard. ]

[volumes]

That's a dumb question, of course you get an awesome name.

For example, I'm Star-Lord.

[splinten]

Exactly.
I half-expect a pile of our shit to be just lying around behind one of the locked doors.