Siri usually ignored the posts made to the tablet network, as she wasn't one for getting involved in matters that didn't involve her. Despite having been in Taxon for months, she was still largely unsure of where she fit in here, nevermind that others who'd been here a shorter amount of time than she had already found their niches. Siri always did have difficulty settling in and her preference for working and being alone after her padawan had left the Jedi Order did not help much with that. The way she saw it, she'd step up to the plate and interfere if and when a large enough disturbance worthy of a Jedi Master's attention presented itself. So far, there wasn't much need for her to step in and offer her assistance
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Whatever Tracy had been expecting, a response was certainly not it. The faint surprise registered upon her features for the briefest of instances before disappearing under a carefully constructed mask of neutrality that had wariness etched within it. Internally, however, she was a jumble of emotions, the least of which was suspicion and hostility and whoever was to blame for this latest mess she'd found herself in the thick of.
She let none of that show, of course, nor sound in her tone when she spoke. The only bit that even peeked through in the slightest was a hardened edge that bordered on confusion. That she couldn't hide no matter how she might try.
"Taxon? Never heard of it," she responded flatly. "Though... thanks. For at least telling me that much. Mind offering up a name to go with it?"
She paused, briefly, and then offered as a show of good faith, "I'm Tracy, by the way."
If it wasn't for the fact that everyone arrived in Taxon at the same location, the familiar scenery behind Tracy would've given it away to Siri -- which is why it made it easier for her to flow along the waves of the Force to the Sanctuary and brush upon the woman's presence. Her brow creased at what she felt: a varied mix of emotions that both blended together and contrasted against one another as very different elements whose strings were attached to puppeteers she was too polite to look at. Normally, she didn't do this, but with the few new arrivals she spoke to, it gave her a better idea of how to handle them; knowing what they were feeling helped her know what she should and shouldn't say and how"No one does until they come here. It's an underground city on an unknown planet in an unknown system. The sky you will see outside is artificial. There are individuals within Taxon who are attempting to find answers and a means of returning to our homes, but I'm afraid they have been largely unsuccessful
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An underground city on an unknown planet in an unknown system. Tracy blinked as the words registered. Her first instinct was, of course, to claim that was impossible. Complete and utter crap. There was no way she was anywhere but Earth, right? Leaving the planet, except for a trip to the moon or one of the orbiting space stations, was simply not something that humanity could manage. And Tracy was definitely no astronaut
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Chiana was laying in bed when the hologram popped up. After rolling over to get a good look at the new arrival, she grabbed the tablet, holding it high above her head.
"Taxon." She said once the visual feed began to send. "That's what they call this place. That's pretty much all I know, and all anyone seems to." She rolled her body up to sitting and leaned over the tablet. "Big underground city. No way out." She rattled off the basics that she had picked up early on. "You got a name?"
Tracy blinked at the sudden, crystal clear image that appeared. The holographic projection was odd, certainly, but this... while Tracy had seem some very advanced webcams in her dealings with the government - only the best for those in charge, after all - she had never seen anything quite so state of the art. She also had no clue how to make her... whatever it was she was holding, do that, or if it possibly already was. Unwilling to risk severing the connection simply by pressing random buttons but making a mental note to figure out the settings later, she simply set to work responding to the information she'd been given
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Chiana laughed, "Oh yeah? Tricky little thing, are you? Well, so'm I and I haven't found a way out yet." Combining forces didn't seem like such a bad idea. "I'm Chiana." She said. She didn't have a last name, no family to speak of.
She liked this new one, liked the spunk. She wasn't panicking or letting loose a thousand questions that were, by far, unanswerable.
Tracy's smile wasn't the brightest to ever grace her fair features but it was sincere. It bordered, perhaps, on more of a smirk than an actual grin. It seemed... fitting, somehow, given the conversation thus far.
"Typically underestimated, has been my experience," she answered by way of vague explanation. The sharing of anything too intimate would have to wait until she knew someone better than a random greeting, no matter how well said greeting might be going. "Although I'm by no means claiming I can escape."
The smirk was back, lips turned up at the corners as she admitted, "Although I'd be lying if I said I wasn't going to give it a shot."
She paused, almost as though waiting for a last name. When none was forthcoming she opted not to press the issue. It wasn't typical, perhaps, but it also wasn't unheard of. So instead she offered, "It's nice to meet you, Chiana." She paused, snorted lightly. "Or whatever you'd call talking over these... things, for the first time."
And now the tablet was talking to her. In... Peter's voice? She frowned slightly. She really had to learn how to work the settings on this thing. First, though, she needed to respond. No way was she going to come across as flummoxed as she actually felt.
"Peter." There was caution in her tone. Then again, who could blame her? Trying to sell him out to Nathan for her own well-being wasn't something she necessarily felt guilty about, but she couldn't imagine he had been overly thrilled at the attempt.
Tracy snorted. Typical Peter. Not a sign of the betrayal he'd suffered at her hands anywhere in his voice. Or if it was, he'd gotten a hell of a lot better at hiding it.
"Looks like it," she replied. Speaking to him like this, she realized, was easier than if he'd been on one of those video feeds of holographic projections. This way, she didn't have to look him in the eye. Didn't have to face what she'd tried to do. Not yet, at least.
Soon, though. Soon she'd have to, she decided. She couldn't become who she wanted to be without facing who she had once been. Or some platitude along those lines.
"How long have you been here?" It was a nice, neutral question. Best to stick to the safe topics for now.
"Making demands doesn't get you very far in this place from what I've seen."
McCoy scarcely commented on new arrivals. He was always tied up in Sickbay and helping Jim dismember precious parts of his Enterprise in order to find a way out of the Godforsaken city or bickering with his crewmates. No time to wave his hand and say hello to equally confused and lost people.
He looked a little disgruntled as he continued to talk over the visual feed to the newest arrival, "You're in a place called Taxon. I'd say welcome, but I suspect that is the last thing you want to hear."
Tracy couldn't help but smirk a bit at the greeting. "What can I say?" she replied easily enough. "I like to make a lasting first impression."
She eyed the man as he spoke, her own expression never wavering. Having dealt in politics for so long, Tracy always did appreciate some open, pointed honesty. This man certainly seemed chock full of that.
"Better than 'get the hell out', I guess," she shrugged. "And thanks, for the greeting at least. I'm betting there are a ton of people around who probably don't bother with that much." The statement was a matter of fact, not judging, and her tone said as much.
First impression was made. She definitely seemed like a strong woman to McCoy as she replied to the surly southern doctor. Other people, men included of course, would be uncertain being thrust into a situation as strange as this one, but she was unwavering and her voice reflected that much as she spoke to him.
"You'd be right there." He said in response to most of the inhabitants of Taxon simply turning their tablet off than deal with new arrivals, "You seem to be handling that damn communicator device pretty well so far."
There was a low chuckle that sounded at his last bit, tilting her head to the side somewhat as though considering his words. "Well," she finally admitted, drawing the word out as though confessing to some sort of secret, "I'm making a point not to touch too many of the buttons."
She winked at the comment before deciding to go ahead and offer up her name. It seemed only right, since he'd taken the time to greet her. Plus it was best not to start making enemies born from nothing but social gaffes. Best to get her footing first, before making enemies at all, really.
"I'm Tracy, by the way. Tracy Strauss. Don't suppose you have a name?"
"I don't know if I'd go that far just yet," came Tracy's response. She certainly wasn't willing to call it that. Besides, 'home' was something that was a bit foreign to her anymore. She hadn't really had a place she truly thought of as home in... she couldn't even remember when. So she didn't try. Instead she arched a brow slightly. "Although everyone around here seems pretty complacent about being stuck. I have to admit, that surprises me a bit. People aren't usually so... passive."
At least, not the people she dealt with on a typical basis.
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"I still wouldn't." But why not be polite regardless. Her home might be here, but this wasn't her home. "There's no way out or people would have found one. Guess that's how they cope."
"If there's a way in, seems to me there'd be a way out."
It wasn't a statement that she was going to be the one to find it. Tracy may think herself capable - and certainly possessing qualities that others likely didn't have in this place - but she wasn't an idiot. Coming across as someone, somehow, better than, wasn't going to make people want to offer assistance or information.
"Personally, I've never been one for being complacent. Where I'm from, you don't get very far if you just accept what you're given without a fight."
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She let none of that show, of course, nor sound in her tone when she spoke. The only bit that even peeked through in the slightest was a hardened edge that bordered on confusion. That she couldn't hide no matter how she might try.
"Taxon? Never heard of it," she responded flatly. "Though... thanks. For at least telling me that much. Mind offering up a name to go with it?"
She paused, briefly, and then offered as a show of good faith, "I'm Tracy, by the way."
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"Taxon." She said once the visual feed began to send. "That's what they call this place. That's pretty much all I know, and all anyone seems to." She rolled her body up to sitting and leaned over the tablet. "Big underground city. No way out." She rattled off the basics that she had picked up early on. "You got a name?"
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She liked this new one, liked the spunk. She wasn't panicking or letting loose a thousand questions that were, by far, unanswerable.
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"Typically underestimated, has been my experience," she answered by way of vague explanation. The sharing of anything too intimate would have to wait until she knew someone better than a random greeting, no matter how well said greeting might be going. "Although I'm by no means claiming I can escape."
The smirk was back, lips turned up at the corners as she admitted, "Although I'd be lying if I said I wasn't going to give it a shot."
She paused, almost as though waiting for a last name. When none was forthcoming she opted not to press the issue. It wasn't typical, perhaps, but it also wasn't unheard of. So instead she offered, "It's nice to meet you, Chiana." She paused, snorted lightly. "Or whatever you'd call talking over these... things, for the first time."
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[ Seriously? Tracy was here? Taxon has a messed up sense of humor. ]
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"Peter." There was caution in her tone. Then again, who could blame her? Trying to sell him out to Nathan for her own well-being wasn't something she necessarily felt guilty about, but she couldn't imagine he had been overly thrilled at the attempt.
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You've joined the crazy collection too?
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"Looks like it," she replied. Speaking to him like this, she realized, was easier than if he'd been on one of those video feeds of holographic projections. This way, she didn't have to look him in the eye. Didn't have to face what she'd tried to do. Not yet, at least.
Soon, though. Soon she'd have to, she decided. She couldn't become who she wanted to be without facing who she had once been. Or some platitude along those lines.
"How long have you been here?" It was a nice, neutral question. Best to stick to the safe topics for now.
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McCoy scarcely commented on new arrivals. He was always tied up in Sickbay and helping Jim dismember precious parts of his Enterprise in order to find a way out of the Godforsaken city or bickering with his crewmates. No time to wave his hand and say hello to equally confused and lost people.
He looked a little disgruntled as he continued to talk over the visual feed to the newest arrival, "You're in a place called Taxon. I'd say welcome, but I suspect that is the last thing you want to hear."
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She eyed the man as he spoke, her own expression never wavering. Having dealt in politics for so long, Tracy always did appreciate some open, pointed honesty. This man certainly seemed chock full of that.
"Better than 'get the hell out', I guess," she shrugged. "And thanks, for the greeting at least. I'm betting there are a ton of people around who probably don't bother with that much." The statement was a matter of fact, not judging, and her tone said as much.
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"You'd be right there." He said in response to most of the inhabitants of Taxon simply turning their tablet off than deal with new arrivals, "You seem to be handling that damn communicator device pretty well so far."
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She winked at the comment before deciding to go ahead and offer up her name. It seemed only right, since he'd taken the time to greet her. Plus it was best not to start making enemies born from nothing but social gaffes. Best to get her footing first, before making enemies at all, really.
"I'm Tracy, by the way. Tracy Strauss. Don't suppose you have a name?"
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"Welcome to your new home." Welcoming someone wasn't normal, but what about this place was?
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At least, not the people she dealt with on a typical basis.
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It wasn't a statement that she was going to be the one to find it. Tracy may think herself capable - and certainly possessing qualities that others likely didn't have in this place - but she wasn't an idiot. Coming across as someone, somehow, better than, wasn't going to make people want to offer assistance or information.
"Personally, I've never been one for being complacent. Where I'm from, you don't get very far if you just accept what you're given without a fight."
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