l.odinson | Missive 001

[shiftedshape]

[Loki's having trouble sleeping. The turbulence has his heart racing and stomach dropping with every sudden motion, and while he knows the likely reason why, he's not about to admit it. And while the Navarch's offer of medication is kind, he's not so certain he wants to knock himself out entirely while he's paired with his current inmate.

So he's up. And tense. And looking for a distraction. Perhaps he's not alone.]

Is anyone else awake? I'm not one for pills, unfortunately, so I haven't managed a single wink. And now I am just terribly bored.

Who's up for a chat? We're all still fairly new here, after all. Can't hurt to share the basics with the group, yes?

For example: Why are you here? Or why do you *think* you're here, at any rate. That should get us through the rest of the night on its own, for some of you.

But I also have time to hear all about your tragic childhoods and major regrets, if you'd like. Might as well get started on graduations while we've got the extra time. And what better time for baring your soul during a bout of insomnia?

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audio | jvolkhov

[saklas]

[Volk slams audio on so he can yell instead of typing. He sounds incredibly frayed.]

You're all telling me the same story and it isn't true!

[Anyone watching for flood effects won't feel them. Volk isn't lying, he's just mistaken: he believes what he's saying.]

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[nineteenfortyfive]

[There's a delay because Claire has to figure out how to switch this over to audio. Thanks, Ezio. Volk yells, but Claire remains at a steady level.]

To what end, Volk? There's no point in us all collectively trying to trick you.

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[saklas]

UGGGH, fuck me running - the burden of proof is on the person making the extraordinary claims.

I'm not dead, I don't deserve to be here, and there's no fucking reason we should be in outer space. I will say it as many times as I have to.

[nineteenfortyfive]

Yet here we are.

[saklas]

Sure. Right. Here we are, and in twenty years when one of us finds and exit they're going to figure out we've been in a bunker underneath someone's garden shed in Canvo and he's been telling the neighbors the screams are coming from his cats.