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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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[donkeyballs]

[The first time he watches the video he thinks the system is playing tricks on him - dead voices playing back. But this isn't some stranger, some old citizen of the station with cryptic messages. This is someone he knows.

This is a ghost.

He doesn't reply, and instead makes his way as fast as he can to the observation deck. He's wearing the same jumpsuit that miller is, only one arm is done up tight in a sling, braced against his chest, and his eyes are wide when he catches sight of the man and makes a bee-line for him.]

Holy blazin' hells, Miller, it is you!

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[subplot]

[Karen's been hanging out alone in the observation deck a lot lately. The newness of space has worn out and she's just left feeling lost and insignificantly small. Staring out at the stars doesn't help the feeling, but the general sense of apathy that's settled in makes her not particularly care about going somewhere else. Nearby, a man is recording a message to the network and she watches him with mild interest. He must be new here.

Feeling obligated to try and help him, she pushes herself to stand and makes her way over.]

I'm not sure I like it very much either.

[Her eyes glance down to her magboots. She's starting to hate them more than anything. They're uglier than the jumpsuits.]

How long have you been here?

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[tekimetexeng]

[ Naomi keeps careful track of the network, just to know what people are up to on the station. So she catches Miller's post almost as soon as it goes up, and proceeds to watch it through twice as the first time she was too utterly shocked by the existence of the man speaking to process anything he was actually saying. There are a lot of things about their current situation that she'd say weren't really possible, but Miller being here? That's just. How?! Theorizing about secret wormholes and abductions from the Roci are one thing, getting Miller from Eros' wreck on Venus is quite another. And he doesn't seem to remember that -- the outcome of it. His fate. How is that possible?

After several aborted attempts at a reply, she decides to just head up to the observation deck where he sent the video from, fast as she can. And she does catch him still up there, muttering to himself about how much he hates space, which is. Very Miller of him. Her lips quirk despite it all, even as she looks him over for any sign of protomolecule before approaching.

What was that he'd said? The only Belter on this rust bucket? Not by a long shot. He'll hear her mag boots coming up behind him, but also clears her throat a little to announce her presence. ]

Not alone after all, Beltalowda.

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[tumang]

[ Of course Miller would be all over the place, the second he woke up, cursing the station up a storm. The guy hates being stuck in tin cans, he made that very clear - the complete opposite of Amos, who preferred this environment to any of the asteroid stations. ]

Naomi's here, too.

[ So, another Belter. He almost says, and so am I, because he knows and understand the plight of Belters better than any Earther he's ever met - speaks the language fluently, lives and moves and breathes with them just like one of them, even if he knows he'll never be. It's the kind of things he talks about with Naomi, and no one else.

So he doesn't say it. ]

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[spinals]

why do you hate space?

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[morphogenia]

[Kamala is here to watch the stars because why not? She literally has nothing to do around here. She spots a weird guy mumbling to himself which really isn't that unusual where she comes from so she decides to chime in.] To be fair, space is always going to suck when someone is holding you prisoner.

[She's not here to make snarky comments. She wants to see if he's okay too since there are other reasons to hate space here.] But, are you okay? A door didn't try to eat you or anything, right?