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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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[tailorspy]

[ Garak doesn't need to recognize much in the video. Those large, dark eyes alone are enough for him to know who it is. ]

Phalanx, it's alright. I'm here. We're all still here.

Are you well?

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[pileofspirits]

[there's an eerie whisper-sound in the static before it stutters and the video suddenly becomes clear. if the tone of Phalanx's voice hadn't been enough, the picture makes it clear that the spirits are feeling distressed.]

We are? [they sound doubtful.] We're... where?

[tailorspy]

We are on ships. All of us, it seems. You are in one ship, and I am in another, which is why you couldn't find me.

[ He smiles calmly, despite the intense distress he's felt since he woke up here. ] I don't know why. No one understands why. But we are alright. Are you alright?

[pileofspirits]

Are we alright? [they parrot nervously, but Garak's calm helps some of the edge off of their voice. it's an actively simmering anxiety instead of a spiking one, words clumsily running together.]

Ships? Box. A box. It's a box. Nothing--nothing outside, no one's outside. Maybe just dirt..."

[tailorspy]

We are alright.

[ Not that Phalanx's description of their current predicament helps. Garak closes his eyes briefly, swallowing down a surge of panic when they speak of being trapped in a box with nothing outside. ]

There is the sun outside, and the air. There are flowers, and tiny, shiny pebbles by the lake. Pretty ones, like that one of you likes. Do you remember?

[pileofspirits]

[there's a small, sad-sounding whine, but they're listening. they don't answer Garak's question directly, but they're thinking. they hold themselves together long enough for a few things to settle before finally speaking again.]

...The people. Where are the people? They're gone. You're gone.

[tailorspy]

No one is gone, Phalanx. We are merely being kept apart.

[ His voice settles into something softer, gentler. That seems to soothe Phalanx's panic, at least. ]

People can still exist, even when they are far away from you.

[pileofspirits]

[their face slides away from the screen as their device shifts around. when it settles, it's more aimed at the being's shoulder, just enough to see what seems to be their arm flinging carelessly back into the metal wall with an a bang.]

I can't feel them. I... We can't feel. Hear. Be anything out there.

[the device slips further as Phalanx moves around then, the image on the screen becoming an unfocused view of fabric.]

I don't want to dig again.

[tailorspy]

Phalanx, dear--

[ Garak starts, letting out a soft sigh at Phalanx begins to flail around. ]

You are not helping. You won't be let out simply because you don't want to be there. Believe me, I don't want to be stuck in here either, but we must be patient, and we must stay calm. Unfortunately no one on my ship can understand how these systems work, but I'm sure someone else will figure it out, and eventually they'll learn how to open the doors and we'll be let out.

You don't have to dig. You only have to be patient, and try to help the others on your ship.

[pileofspirits]

[when those flat black eyes find the screen again, they have a distinctly sulky look about them. they're listening--or, at least, all the parts of them that have ever been scolded by a parent are listening.]

A cage? Like... a cage? Waiting until a door... a key or hands that... [there's a shuffling sound while they make some sort of gesture off to the side of their device.] --And then the door opens? Then we can come back?

[tailorspy]

[ Garak truly dislikes that word. He tries not to show it, though. Phalanx already seems to be having a difficult enough time dealing with all of this, they don't need to be confronted with Garak's deep discomfort and latent panic about being locked up inside such a small space. ]

Yes. The door will open. I can't tell you when, but soon. We must all be brave and patient until then. Can you be brave?

[pileofspirits]

[there's a weird little hesitation where Phalanx pauses, staring at the screen for a few moments, before quietly parroting the voice on the other side of the screen.]

Can you be brave? ...Can you be brave?

[tailorspy]

Yes. Yes, you can.

[ It's the best Garak can do. How else can he help Phalanx calm down, how else can he keep them calm? This is the only way they can communicate. He can't touch their shoulder or reach for their hands, so words will have to do. ]