[Transmission #1]

[redpaperfan]

[ mumbled, still wearing the ridiculous orange jumpsuit ]

An illusion would not be as well crafted as this alien and unwelcoming environment, without also danger or repetition.

[ stares out a port window, thinking, then speaks more clearly, holding the holosphere in his hand ]...There are more stars in the sky than I expected. In fact, there

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[impalingheaven]

No purpose at all, really. I just felt like we all needed a little getaway.

[redpaperfan]

"We all" meaning whom? I neither recognize you, nor need to get away from anything at the moment, aside from here.

[impalingheaven]

The other passengers, of course.

But, oh dear, I should probably stop teasing you before you start to take me seriously. It's so hard when people insist on doing that.

[redpaperfan]

Hn. Some have need to.

Who are you.

[twilightfell]

You won't have much luck with that.

[redpaperfan]

Duly noted.

[ can be seen moving around the room, having tossed the orb up into the air, to figure out what these drawers contain, or what these buttons do. It's fairly restrained, however; it's a more methodical search than it is a five year old's joyous exploration time. Eventually gets around to being polite, again, though given how long it takes him... it's not horrible polite. ]

...Thanks.

[twilightfell]

... no other questions? You're easily satisfied.

[just watches, chilling. He does this a lot himself, so he doesn't really mind -- or even notice]

For what?

[redpaperfan]

For now.

[ Has stopped staring at the bed, turning around to face the door after a moment. Looks up at the question; he's been watching the orb this whole time, but it's still odd to see someone in it when they weren't really there. ]

For answering my question.

[conniving_flame]

I'm sure everyone's already filled you in, but you don't get a choice.

[redpaperfan]

Hn.

[ Eyes the orb for a moment. Nice hair. ]

It's an irritating choice, but a choice nonetheless.

[conniving_flame]

If by choice you mean 'without our consent', sure, I'll go with that.

[redpaperfan]

Sure. That works.

[[ Ninjutsu's through the door, to avoid setting off the music and confetti; thus disappears for a moment, before the orb sets the whole damn thing off by shooting toward the door and eliciting a chorus of "It's a small world after all" for Earth Day, and plush earths rain down and roll around Sasuke's feet. He looks irritated. So much description! Apologies. ]]

[dawnward]

We're on some kind of spacecraft, so all you're going to see are stars.

[redpaperfan]

Safe to presume open space isn't naturally friendly for breathing?

[dawnward]

[matter-of-factly] You'd die instantly.

[redpaperfan]

[[ Sighs. ]]

Thank you. You are?

[killrush]

[looks up, continues to clean sword]

[redpaperfan]

[[ looks up, takes note of the sword, and... returns to putzing around ]]

A fighter.

[killrush]

[blink ... interested and tilts head -- hi, I'm mute but my vague gestures mean, you too?]

[redpaperfan]

[[ as a frequent communicator in vague gestures, Sasuke nods his head in affirmative once. ]]