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[tearsinajar]

[ It doesn't take her long to get re-acquainted with the wristband they call a MID, or so that's the lingo she's been hearing it being called around the ship since she left medbay and was free to explore. Elena's reminded of a fancy wristwatch that only Apple can come up with where the text messages that get sent to your phone get routed to the wristband, it's handy. Really neat. And because she's familiar with such technology back home, it's easy to get the options set up and a message sent out, not that she's expecting anyone to respond.

The people in the medbay had been friendly and helpful enough but who was to say the same could've been said about the others on board.

Mid-40s and not much has changed in the blonde haired woman who appears, aviator shades atop her head. More freckles cover her brow and cheeks from her time spent out in the sun, lines sitting comfortably at the edges of her eyes, laugh lines near her mouth from happy, good times. Even now, Elena looks beach ready. ]

I find that there's gotta be just a tiny bit of irony in the fact that when I expected to spend my afternoon on a ship, I didn't expect it to be a spaceship.

So, uh— hey! How's everyone doing? I feel like I should insert some kind of terrible joke or pun about gravity and hanging around here but instead I'll just see if there's anyone out there willing to help me lo—

[ And unfortunately that's when the feed drops out to a black screen, her connection cut dead. What...?

Elena sits there staring down at her wristband and after a moment, she gives her wrist a shake. That always works in getting things back on... Usually. Does that mean she'll miss out on any incoming messages? Who the hell designed this?

Bleep!

OH HAY— ]

Oh! That worked? Hah. And all I had to do was shake the damn thing. Note to self, when in doubt, shake it.

Anyway, as I was trying to say a few moments ago, I'm looking for someone and I'm wondering if maybe anyone's seen her. I don't have a picture of her on hand but she's blonde and wears black-framed glasses. Pretty average height for a teenager.

It's kind of important that I find her. If you've seen her, please let me know? I'd really appreciate it.

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[sketchycharacter]

[Nate stares, knowing what it is he's looking at but unable to completely believe it. That's his wife, it's definitely his wife, but she's different. Elena's more freckled, she's older, she's—

—still super hot. But he hadn't expected that to ever change. He smiles, still looking a little mystified, and raises a hand in greeting on his end.]

Hi, hon. So...welcome back?

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[tearsinajar]

[ That familiar greeting, immediately she smiles. How could she not smile at it? And then she realizes that something's not right after looking at him and doing a mental double take. Oh— ]

Welcome back...? What is that supposed to mean?

[ They were just to...gether... ]

Did you dye your hair?

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[sketchycharacter]

[That gets a real out-loud laugh. Oh. Oh wow. This is way better than when he was an age he shouldn't be.]

Don't say that, you're going to shatter my illusions about when I'll go gray.

[Geez, he hopes he doesn't have that much gray hair in...however many years from now. When she's from.]

Where are you? I'll find you and explain.

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[tearsinajar]

You shouldn't laugh. Even your arm hair turns gray. Leg hair. All of your hair.

[ Her nose scrunches with the sniff she gives. ]

I just left the medbay. Doesn't this thing come with a GPS?

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[eyasassy]

[Marian is used to feeling badly. Wandering in the wilds without much protection and pushing yourself to your limits in both magical and regular stamina means that it's much easier to fall ill. And she's used to it. It's getting easier and easier to tough it out each time it happens.

But this time toughing out isn't working so well. The cold has morphed into giving her an upset stomach so she's in the bathroom retching up her nutribars and whatever else she managed to shove in her throat today. After her nasty encounter with the toilet, she stumbles back to her room (or at least what Thane told her is her room) and collapses onto her bed, sniffling miserably. Kitty follows with a soft wine, hopping up onto the bottom bunk and curling up at the foot of the bed.

There's a woman talking into the device on her hand. Well at least someone is cheerful. Marion sniffles and pulls a pillow over her head to muffle the sound. She picks up words like "looking" and "teenager".

Poor woman, Marian thinks, someone ought to tell her that she's stuck here far from home and her family.

Not her though. That's a job for someone else who doesn't feel like nug shit.]

[tearsinajar]

[ Elena hadn't quite picked up on the sound of someone entering as her bunk was off to the side and she was tucked in the bottom one against the wall, concentrating on her MID and trying to figure it out; it was more the little whine of an animal that she perked up at. She didn't remember there being one in the room when she'd been directed to it.

Peeking around the edge of the wall, to her, the room seems empty. ]

Hello?

[ Sliding to the edge of her bunk she moves out, stands, and then sees the form sprawled on the other bottom bunk, pillow replacing the head. ]

Oh... [ Oh no. ] Are you all right? Hey...

[eyasassy]

[The Mabari hound raised his head when Elena poked her head over. She may look different but he recognized the smell of her as someone else who lives in this room. He gives her a little happy pant and wags his nub of a tail.

Marian on the other hand doesn't notice the approach until Elena's voice is suddenly right in her ear. Or at least in feels that way. She pulls the pillow slightly down from her head and replies in a scratchy, stuffy voice that doesn't sound fine at all (she's forced to admit it. Still, she sticks with that narrative.]

I'm fine.

[tearsinajar]

[ Being as Elena's in the middle of raising a young teenage girl right now, she's a mother who knows the sound of stubborn when she hears it. And sees it, too, in this case. ]

I'd like to think in all my years of being married, I know when to spot a liar. You know... you don't sound 'fine'.

[ Moving closer to the girl's bunk, she sits on the edge, giving the hound a smile before turning her attention to the ill teen. ]

How long have you been sick?

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[prorenataa]

Unless it's a bomb. Don't shake a bomb.

[ Well, that was apparently one way to say hello; maybe?

He can recognize Elena, despite the additional freckles. The laugh lines are good to see; did he dare hope they were due to actual happiness? ]

I'm afraid I can't help you with your search. [ He didn't have the heart to start the conversation by telling her that the young lady in question wouldn't be here. ]

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[tearsinajar]

See, why would they go to the trouble of strapping a bomb to our wrists? I don't know exactly who they are but...I'm sure you get the idea.

[ There's so much happiness in her future, so much discovery to go along with it. ]

She goes by the name Cassandra, Cassie for short.

[ Would that help? ]

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[prorenataa]

You'd be surprised. [ Adrien remarked, perhaps cryptically on the subject of bad things being strapped to one's wrist.

Best to move the conversation along. ]

The name isn't one I'm familiar with. [ He weighed whether or not he should mention that he'd never heard her mention a Cassandra before.

For the time being, he decided not to blunder right into that revelation. Not yet anyway. ]

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[tearsinajar]

Then maybe she just isn't here and it's just me that's shown up.

[ Not the most settling of thoughts. Elena sighs and with her other hand drags it down the side of her face. ]

Great.

Well... There aren't many places she can go, since we live on a beach...

[leftfeet]

Does this teenager have a name?

[She gives a friendly smile to the woman.]

I can't guarantee that she's on the ship, but I'll help you look for her.

[tearsinajar]

I appreciate all the help I can get. My husband and I were looking for her earlier and couldn't find it. And now being here, in space, I don't want to think about where she could be that isn't home or safe.

[ Elena gives a smile back. ]

Her name is Cassandra. Though she'll respond to 'Cassie' just the same.

[leftfeet]

It's no problem at all. I'm just happy that she has someone who cares so much to look after her. [Lord knows that not every kid has that.] Is she your daughter, then?

[Not that she should really assume, of course - she also knows all too well that not every kid has one of those. The teen might be her niece, younger sister, or just a friend.

There's a brief moment where Robin closes her eyes and crosses her arms over her chest, visibly concentrating on something. If Elena is anywhere on Nomo, she may catch a brief glimpse of an eye appearing on the wall of the room she's in, looking around briefly, and then disappearing. A few seconds later, though, Robin opens her eyes again and looks back to her MID.]

She isn't anywhere on the Nomo deck, I can tell you that much right now.

[tearsinajar]

She is, yeah.

[ Not sure what it is exactly this woman is doing, Elena waits, watching in silence. She's curious but because she's nowhere near Nomo Deck, she doesn't get the privilege of seeing the all-seeing eye. ]

What...exactly did you do? How do you know?

[warandpeace]

Nice glasses.

[He won't let the notice of the aviators slide.]

I'll keep a look out for her. I saw some other teenagers around. Think she could be with them?

[tearsinajar]

Thanks. I'm surprised they lasted me this long. But I could say the same to you and yours.

[ Aviator buds. ]

I appreciate that, thank you. And it's possible, though she tends to be the type who prefers her own company over the company of others, as curious about everything and everyone as she is.

[warandpeace]

[They're the best type of glasses.]

I've not seen anyone come by the training sim room of her description, or into the kitchens while I was there. What's her name?

[vengeance_driven]

Do you need some help going out looking? I ain't got anything better to do.

[tearsinajar]

I'll welcome the help and the company. The only thing I won't be of much help with is how to navigate the ship, sorry.

First day and all.

[vengeance_driven]

This is a pretty confusing week. But I know my way around at this point.

I'll meet you somewhere, name the place.

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[regularjob]

[Black screen at first.]

Ah, piece of crap -

[And there we are, a little bit younger than the other Nate, but not by much, and more importantly, smiling.]

Aren't you a sight for sore eyes. [A somewhat different sight than he was expecting, but he's willing to put that down to All-Star Energy still affecting him weirdly and maybe a bit of time compression.]

Who's the teenager?

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[tearsinajar]

[ What in the world is going on here?

Elena isn't expecting to see Nate pop up— again— but this time looking younger? Still, she smiles because it's Nate. ]

Someone very important. And she's missing.

[regularjob]

You have a little sister? [Elena's never mentioned a teenaged sister...]

Sure she didn't just... not end up on the Moira?