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[dust_of_life]

[There's a new face on the network. A carefully crafted face. The girl can't be more than twenty, but she carries herself like an ancient queen. Everything about her is just-so, as if she wants to convey that she's someone who's seen far too much to ever be wide-eyed again. There's the thick makeup and the hollow curve of her cheeks. And the slightly gazed expression across her eyes. So, so jaded. So very blase. So...beyond emotion.

Well. Almost beyond emotion. Because while Fatima likes to keep her expression trained, there's no denying the creeping fear. It isn't so much waking up in a strange place. She'd sadly used to it.

It's more about the waking up with strange people.]

All right. What fresh hell is this?

[The accent is American. Slightly west coast, although it's difficult to discern with her imperious anger.]

What is COMPASS trying to pull here? And who in their right mind would ever make me a field medic? This is way more elaborate than anything they've done before.

[She sighs.]

And Sam? Morgana? Jefferson? Where the hell are you? I lost my pocketwatch and you're not in this...thing.

[Here's where the fear really shows. Because a part of Fatima already knows. They would have found her by now...]

What's going on?

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[noitatnacni]

[And the reply she gets comes with all the cheerful teenage sarcasm that's merited by the situation.]

Welcome to the good ship Moira. You've been brought on as intergalactic slave labor. Once you stepped through the Ingress completely against your will, you got assigned a job that may or may not be totally outside your realm of experience, probably by the mysterious Captains who don't talk much except to give orders.

As for COMPASS, they probably aren't responsible, which is why there are so many more bells and whistles. You could have friends here though; sometimes it happens, even if they're unexplicably aged five years and think they're all hot stuff now because they're experienced.

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[yer_pretty_good]

Field medic? Sounds like you got a pretty good job.

[It's respectable and useful. Some people around here scrub toilets or something.]