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[pampa]

[ miller got with the program... quick. he wakes up near the observation deck and snaps up the communicator that won't stop chirping at him and julie's necklace that's also within his grasp - he rubs his fingers over the beads before pocketing it. jumpsuit... magboots. back to square one. god, he hates space. in his fugue at first he thinks it's julie's voice, but it's not. and just as quickly he pieces together that this isn't eros. he sneers at the foreign insignia on the wall and starts scrolling through menus until the stupid recording stops. he logs in after a few different username kickbacks and pulls up a video feed. no time like the present to figure this shit out, right?

a surly-looking man with a (fake) mohawk appears on the network, the giant window of space his backdrop. he hasn't actually looked through said window yet though. ]

You tried to save the world? Yeah, okay. I was just risking my neck to save the whole goddamn Solar System, but I guess. You know, fine, that's great, I can always take a detour. [ he does not look like it's fine OR great okay. ] So what is this? Dusters, Earthers... I know this is an Inner operation. No way Belters are in the kidnapping people business. Unless it's profitable. And let me tell you right now, I'm about as useless a pickup as they come.

[ miller scrubs a hand over his mouth and turns, finally, to the bay window. concern flickers over his face, maybe fear too. but when he turns back to the video his expression is clear. he can't let this distract him, he has a job to finish. ]

Can I get a headcount at least? I'm sure I'm the only Belter on this rust-bucket too. [ he smooths two fingers along the seam of the window, making a little huffing sound when it comes back dirty. ] Well, here's something that might interest you Earthers: Eros is on a collision course for your precious blue globe, so hook me up with an escape pod. A frickin' catapult, I don't care. I was busy, you don't get to just take grand gestures like that away from a guy. [ okay this is edging towards counterproductive so he just groans and shakes his head, ending the feed after a terse: ] Miller out.

[ if anyone comes by the deck, he'll be just as grumpy, looking over the stars and wondering why he doesn't recognize a single one. miller rubs at his eyes, his free hand reaching into his pocket to touch the necklace - oddly the only thing they didn't take from him. and yet it was the only thing of value he was carrying other than a vac suit and a goddamn nuke. when you get close enough, you'll probably hear him muttering nonsense to himself but the gist of it is: ] I hate space.

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[tekimetexeng]

[ That earns Miller a faint smile back, and she mirrors his tapping fingers fondly. As much of a disaster as she knows he is... she sort of liked him anyway, and maybe not just because he sacrificed himself to save Earth. How does he not remember?! Okay, one thing at a time. ]

Just one Belter, but Amos and Alex are here. We think Holden and Prax must be in one of the sealed areas, no sense just taking a few of us.

[ Not that anything makes sense, but. She needs to believe they came along. ]

I'm more than a little surprised to see you, though.

[pampa]

[ that makes the most sense to him too and he nods, not optimistic bullshit after all. or maybe the roci crew is just rubbing off on him. ]

Surprised to see me too, huh? But here I am. [ the least enthusiastic announcement ever. but then he's looking back out at the view. ] Look at us. A couple of Belters all the way out here. Wherever the fuck here is. [ but it's still monumental in its way even if it's bullshit being kidnapped. ]

[tekimetexeng]

Here you are. Could be worse, honestly, that planet looks big enough to crush folks like us if we'd been brought down to it. Then again, I've been up here every night and haven't seen any lights on the dark side. It may well be uninhabited.

[ She has no idea why anyone would bother maintaining a geosynchronous orbit around an uninhabited planet, this is just the facts as best she knows them. ]

...Miller, what's the last thing you remember?

[pampa]

[ he sniffs, a bemused sound that's somehow simultaneously devoid of humor. ] Bones like chalk. [ and now they're already onto the good stuff. already sensing it isn't the answer she wants, he answers, as ever, candidly. ]

I was lighting the first charge on Eros with that kid-- Diogo.

[ go ahead tell him he's wrong, he's already expecting that. at least that part is familiar. ]

[tekimetexeng]

[ Not wrong exactly -- that did happen, and if it's the last thing he remembers then technically he's answered her with the truth. Thing is, so much more happened. Naomi presses her lips together, uncertain how to broach this when she doesn't actually have an explanation for the disparity. He already looks like he's braced for something, though. ]

There's a bit you seem to have forgotten, but it doesn't quite line up.

[pampa]

Because everything else in this place lines up real neat. [ his mouth presses in a thin line, but he'll be more willing to listen to naomi than he was to amos. he likes her too, almost inexplicably so. ] Well, lay it on me, kid. Whatever it is, can't be weirder than whatever the hell is goin' on here already.