[ TEXT ] in which cambridge makes a polite enquiry about her location

[mindsext]

[ Hello, fellow crewmembers. If your device wasn’t on before IT CERTAINLY IS NOW! Cambridge - still nursing the mental wound of her power being so rudely culled and currently feeling obnoxiously disorientated - technopathically shoves a text transmission your way: ]

if somebody doesn't tell me exactly where the fuck I am then I am airlocking the

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text;

[maskiruet]

the most anyone seems to have been able to figure out is space. which you've likely been told by multiple people by now.

text;

[mindsext]

indeed I have. needless to say I'm waiting for a slightly more informed opinion.

text;

[maskiruet]

sorry that i can't provide. i'm interested in finding out as well.

text;

[mindsext]

at least you're sorry.

[ Cambridge, so waspish. ]

what's your name?

text;

[maskiruet]

[ she's not, really. (well, she is, but only that she doesn't know what's going on yet.) ]

natasha.

[ there's no point in keeping her name to herself. ]

yours?

text forever etc etc

[mindsext]

imogen moore. I don't suppose you're one of these fellows that has been in space before, by any chance.

text forever (and ever)

[maskiruet]

no, but i've encountered people who have been.

[mindsext]

since you arrived on board the ship?

1/2

[maskiruet]

yes.

2/2

[maskiruet]

how did you manage to send that out to everyone on board?

[ SHE IS INTRIGUED. ]

[mindsext]

magic, darling.

[maskiruet]

[ there's about a five minute pause between messages, and then: ]

no, really.

[mindsext]

let us just say that I have rather a dab hand when it comes to technology. you would not believe me if I explained any further.

[maskiruet]

fair enough.

it is impressive. though i'm not sure everyone else on board appreciated it.

[mindsext]

I was rather banking on a certain kind of people not appreciating it. namely, whoever is responsible for us being here. alas, it does not seem to have worked.