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[ 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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[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?

[ 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?

[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.

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?

[Yeah, yeah, he knows when she's lying to mess with him.]

Kind of, but it's been malfunctioning lately. Hold tight, I can get to you faster than you could find me. [Because it doesn't sound like she remembers anything of the Moira.]

[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.]

Nate, we're on a spaceship. There's nowhere else for me to go except out into space.

[ But she could wander off... ]

A big spaceship. Come on, if you get lost on your own because you couldn't wait, I'm going to make fun of you forever.

[He's actually already on the move.]

That's terrible. You won't be able to make fun of me because at that point I'll have wandered off too far and prrrrrrobbbbably got sucked outside.

You'll be too busy bawling.

Nah. I'll just be really appalled and a little impressed that you actually managed to do that.

If you're going to remember my memory, at least doing it being impressed.

[ She's beginning to get impatient, moving forward. Hopefully he'll catch her at the end of the hall or something. ]

You almost here? What's the hold up?

I just said it's a big ship, pushy. Hold on, I'll be there in a couple minutes.

[He knows the shortcuts and the ship doesn't seem to feel like screwing with directions today, so it's a fairly short time later that he catches up to her relatively near Medbay.]

Hey, you.

[ Thank goodness. She'd hurried toward him as she spotted him and began to slow until he was crossing the rest of the distance to get to her. He's...alone? ]

Hi...

[ A slow, hesitant response. Elena eyes him, brows drawing in. ]

It's just you?

[Wow, the difference is even more striking in person. Elena doesn't look old, but she's older, experienced more of what looks like a life well-lived.]

'Just me', thanks. [He makes a face.] You were expecting a welcoming committee? I mean, I could probably round one up, but it'd take a while.

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No, I just...

[ She'll work out the lack of grays and muscle mass in a moment, and the fact that he's younger looking. Half expecting a head of shoulder-length blonde hair to pop out around him with a wide grin and mischievous hazel eyes, Elena steps to the side to peer past him. ]

She's not with you?

[ Okay, now this is getting to be a little alarming. ]

[Elena's taking the "suddenly in space" thing pretty well, not that he's surprise, but she's sure doing a good job of baffling him.]

She who?

[The blank stare he gives her isn't part of a joke.]

[ Her look is first taken aback, disbelieving, and then shifts into one of sudden concern. She gives him a quick sweeping glance. ]

What do you mean 'she who'? I really don't think now is the time to play around, Nate.

Cassie— where is Cassie?

I'm not, I swear.

[Hooboy, they need to get on the same page. He steps closer, wanting to guide her away from where they are, but then again it's not like the corridor is particularly crowded by now.]

We should probably sit down to straighten things out, because I don't know anyone named Cassie and I'm not sure why she'd be with me.

[ Okay— this is him, she knows it's him, and yet it's not. Elena sees him step forward. She doesn't mean to take a step back, but it's when he says he doesn't know anyone by that name, it sends her momentarily reeling.

Hoooooolllllyyyyy shit.

A hand sweeps up between them, halting him. ]

Yes, you do. Cassie— Cassandra.

[ 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...

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[Well that's—not good. Nate can see that he's upset her, shocked her somehow, but he really doesn't know why. And when she says that name, he's the one taken aback.]

Elena, the only Cassandra I've known died a long time ago.

[If she doesn't remember the Moira, she may or may not know about his mother. But he hopes that in the extra years she's clearly lived, he was finally able to talk about his family.]

[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.

I'm not talking about your mother, Nate. I'm talking about your daughter— our daughter—

[ He's not given a chance to reply, Elena's waving her hands before he can. ]

If she's not with you then where is she? What is going on, and where the hell are we right now?

And why do you look like you're in your thirties?

[ Likely she's getting ahead of herself right now with firing off one question after the other. It can't be helped. Cassie might have been taught by the both of them (two of the best in the business) how to survive in most situations, how to do first aid and CPR, and Elena shouldn't worry that much but last she checked... neither of them hadn't been able to find her.

Elena's beginning to worry. ]

[ 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?

If marriage helps me be a better liar, sign me up. But alright, alright, the jig is up.

[It certainly makes you better at outwardly tolerating things, she'd say at least. Marian pulls the pillow off her face, sneezes, and tries to do her best to sit up quickly without feeling nauseous again. Her face is pale and her eyes and nose are red. She's playing the "not fine" card pretty well, much to her own dismay.]

Dunno, few weeks. But it's been fine, actually fine. Today it just got a little bit worse.

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