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she's walking through the clouds [OPEN]

Sep 04, 2009 00:23

Who: Tango and anyone who happens along
What: Counting the stars
When: Early Friday morning
Where: The outer ring, standing at a window

( with a circus mind that's running wild )

jennifer o'nell, tango

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painted_way September 4 2009, 06:59:09 UTC

Jen moved at a fast walk, in fits and starts; she'd cross the entrance of a hallway fast as a flicker, and then move slow down an exposed patch of corridor, pause to examine a network access port -- the same, they all looked the same -- and move on, still outward, towards the outer ring of the space station.

So far, it looked like the plans in the computer were accurate. But the computer wouldn't admit her into any key systems. Its purpose was information, communication, and nothing else.

And that was frustrating.

She considered the men she'd encountered, so far. Joshua. Coop. Neither seemed to know anything, one probably delusional, one with access to technology must humans clearly didn't, and it was the latter that Jen was interested in. Might have been the weight of training. At least it looked like a good dose of what her mother still lovingly called Southern charm worked on him. Though Jen always wondered -- south of what?There ( ... )

t_is_for_tango September 4 2009, 13:02:23 UTC

A voice. Her hand dropped and she turned abruptly, though she didn't seem startled. A peaceful smile appeared.

"Good day," she said with a nod.

painted_way September 4 2009, 15:58:41 UTC

Jen smiled, in return, though hers was more charming than peaceful. "Hi there," she said. "D'you live here?"

She didn't find it likely. A group of humans wouldn't have had the resources to build a place this big. They barely managed on the asteroids.

No, Jen was pretty sure that they were looking at aliens as the culprits of this kidnapping.

t_is_for_tango September 5 2009, 00:19:21 UTC

She bit her lip and looked around. This place looked different. She had never known anything different. "I don't think so."

This other one looked different, too. How often had she met anyone different? Not often. Maybe not ever. What did one do when meeting someone different? She supposed she ought to tell this other one her name. That seemed a good place to start.

"My name is Tango."

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