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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]

Sense, with... senses. See or hear or... But there's nothing there. Now.

[so, yes, that's probably what the problem is. Phalanx lifts their arm to the wall again, but they don't bang against it this time. just sort of thump the back of their hand against the metal and leave it there.]

Gone means gone, then. Just gone.

[alaspooryork]

Gone for now. [His voice is quiet; he may be shy about making friends, but there's at least one person he cares deeply about that's not on this ship right now.] Not gone for always.

[pileofspirits]

[Phalanx gets quiet too, watching Delta's face carefully.]

...They'll come back? Do we go get them? Or dig out?

[alaspooryork]

[He thinks about it for a moment.]

I am not sure. However, I think a hole will open, and we will be let out. We will only need to be patient.