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[pileofspirits]

[shortly after everyone has been teleported to their temporary homes for the next couple of weeks, a message is sent out across the network. regardless of the communications expert on board, there is a lot of static and interference. the sound warps and pops between moments of clarity, along with other strange noises that almost sound like whispers if you think about it too long.

the video is hard to make out, but it seems to be most big, dark, nervous-looking eyes staring at the camera.]

--Where? Where... [between all the static, their voice is strange and soft and at least a little upset.] Where, where... where??

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[reconstitution]

[ You'd think being able to see the full face of what you're talking to would be better, but no. The retort startles him, and his expression sours just a little bit more. ]

I am stuck.

[pileofspirits]

[the look of distress fades to a vacant sort of sadness, then the static takes over most of the screen again.]

We're lost? Lost... we lost them?

[reconstitution]

Who did you lose?

[pileofspirits]

Everyone.

[there's an eerie bang noise from somewhere on the ship... which is a wonderfully spooky effect, but it's just Phalanx flailing unhappily into the wall or something in some other room.]

Except us. It's just us. I don't know where... where where where--

[reconstitution]

[ The noise sets him on edge, darting to look around for the source and not finding anything. Fantastic. ]

I don't know, either. It will be okay or it won't. We'll deal with it.

[pileofspirits]

[the ship is just haunted by unhappy spirits. no big deal. the lights flickering are probably normal too.]

You don't care? Will or won't. Alive or dead. Here or there. Where or where or where...

[reconstitution]

[ COOL COOL COOL COOL COOL, he's haunted. ]

It's not that I don't care, just that I don't have control over what happens here. We deal with things as they come, which is about all we can do.

[pileofspirits]

All we can do. But we don't want to dig out. Again.

[another bang, another temperamental flicker of the lights.]

Can only care. Care... carry. Hurry, leery, fear...ing? Fearing.