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♻ 001 | video/spam

[It's Christmas, Barge residents. And as it happens, one of your new arrivals is a Christmas angel.

Well, okay, she's just dressed up as one. Interestingly enough, it was Christmas on her world too, and she just got done performing in a Christmas pageant: she's wearing a white costume robe, and has a tinsel crown on her head. The front of her robe is bloody and dirty, and torn in a few places-- and given how beat-up and damaged her face looks, it's probably safe to assume that at least some of that blood is hers.

Currently she's wandering into to common area on level 6, a bit unsteady on her feet. She's also filming herself, because she found a fancy phone so why the hell not. Soon enough she stops walking and poses dramatically, arms held wide.]

Be not afraid-- for behold, I bring good tidings of... of, uh...

[And then she collapses. So yeah, that's a thing that's happening.]

[OOC: Permissions post for this character!]

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[Having grown up in Georgia his whole life, Philip isn't unfamiliar with people who hold their faith as the most important things in their lives. But people willing to take it apparently as far she's willing to? This is frankly a first. Still, he won't tell her anything to the contrary of what she believes. She might recognize she's not actually an angel, but her outfit's still covered in blood and torn up.]

Well, I hate to tell you this, but you might find it a little hard to find His Word here.

That's okay. I got it all right here.

[She taps her chest, over her heart.]

[He should probably warn her. About what? Well, there's a list of things he should probably warn her about. Vampires, werewolves, biters, to just name a few. And then of course the floods and breaches.]

[Instead, he just nods.]

How much do you know about this place already?

[She shifts a shoulder in what might be a half-shrug.]

I heard it's nice. They got a garden and a planetarium. But I don't know how I... got here.

[Figures she's heard the nice parts. He doesn't think she'd be quite so calm if she knew the other, less than nice parts.]

You were brought here by the Admiral.

Is that like the prison warden?

[He nods again.]

Something like that. He's the one steering this ship.

It's a ship?

[Other people might assume he's being metaphorical. Not her-- she takes things pretty literally.]

Yes. Though the kind for space travel, not water.

[Just to be clear. He says this with all seriousness, so he's not bullshitting her. As hard as that may be to believe.]

Yeah?

Can you prove it?

[She's a bit skeptical.]

Haven't looked out any windows yet, have you?

[Not that hard to prove.]

I'm lying down right now.

Well, when you get the chance. In the meantime, [he shrugs a shoulder], whether you believe me or not is up to you.

I ain't stupid, is all. I don't believe everything I hear.

[Just, you know. Most things.]

[He holds his hands up slightly.]

I don't blame you for it. It's smarter to be skeptical.

That's right.

[She nods, satisfied.]

But say we are in space. Where's the air coming from?

Life support systems, I'd imagine.

[He hasn't been down in the engine room and has no intention of it. It's just a highly educated guess.]

So we're all astronauts now?

I suppose it does, [he says with a very light smile.]

[She shakes her head slowly, still taking this all in.]

-- Hey, is my sentence still the same?

It doesn't work like that here.

Is it longer?

Could be. Could also be shorter. Like I said, this place doesn't work like that.

You're an inmate, but there's no one particular thing you did that landed you here and you don't have a sentence.

That don't sound like a prison. It sounds like a kidnapping to me.

[Most of the inmates are actually dead, so he doesn't know if he'd really classify it as a kidnapping so much as a detour. Purgatory seems a little more fitting. But all of that seems like far too much to get into with her, so he lets it lie.]

It's a little bit of both.