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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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[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. ]