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» WHO? vanessa ives, alex kamal, bobbie draper + kylo ren
» WHEN? a day in august
» WHERE? vanessa's room
» WHAT? vanessa attempts a séance
» WARNINGS? tbd

( they didn't know enough. it was a thought that she kept coming back to. they may have started being able to access more of the station, find records of the people that had previously been here but it wasn't much. it wasn't enough. what had happened to everyone? who was still controlling the disasters that were being inflicted on them?

but there was an option. a possibility. it's no secret that when they first arrived they were able to hear something. vanessa had believed it to be a spirit though with little seen or heard since she isn't certain. she hasn't given up trying to listen and, with conversations prompting more thought, she wonders if she could do more.

a séance. it's something she does little, finding the conflict between a desire for answers and her own control difficult. it's a feeling that vanessa dislikes but she feels almost hopeless, having difficulty finding any other solution. this, as unfavourable as it was, could guarantee something. and she wouldn't be alone -- alex had offered to help and that made her feel a little more secure about it all. if something happened--

she'd contacted alex first, discussing with him her idea, acknowledging her reluctance but also pressing her determination. they'd arranged a sort of plan, something that whilst opening it a little more, making it potentially riskier for all involved could also make it safer. she hoped. they'd invite someone each, someone trusted, and make the attempt. she had little to do until they arrived, not exactly any sort of preparation when vanessa had nothing, but she was the key -- the power.

once they arrived she felt she owed them a little something of an explanation and the opportunity to still back out )

I don't know what Alex has mentioned to you. ( it's directed to bobbie though she knows that she hadn't exactly told ren what he was going to be doing, vaguely asking if he could help her with something. she looked briefly to alex before beginning, a brief assessment of his expression, reassuring herself that they're all trusted here ) My name is Vanessa Ives. I'm-- a spiritualist. Specifically, I can see things -- spirits. That is what we're going to be doing here -- finding a spirit of someone that was previously here.

( she looks now between bobbie and ren, expression neutral, open. any questions? )

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( chat with each other, chat with vanessa, etc etc )

I confess this is beyond my typical wheelhouseㅡ [ or perhaps it would be more accurate to say that it's wheelhouse adjacent, an obscure or forgotten discipline that he has never encountered. which means he is curious more than skeptical. perhaps even a little envious, provided this ...endeavor yields any real results. ]

This isn't in anyone's wheelhouse.

[Bobbie, on the other hand, is as skeptical as a person can possibly be. She's here because Alex asked, and because Vanessa is Alex's friend, but... If she's honest, she thinks this is all a load of crap.]

Well, it's Vanessa's.

[ He sounds, and looks, uncomfortable, shifting his weight and fiddling with his ring finger even though there was no ring on it. He didn't miss the ring, but damn if he missed having something to fiddle with. ]

And it's worth a shot.

I cannot promise that we will find someone.

( she's ignoring the scepticism. it's not the first time that vanessa had heard such a thing and honestly it was the milder reaction that she'd had to her powers. in another situation she may have acted on it, wishing to prove her power, but there wasn't time for it, and she needed their trust )

I haven't heard anyone since our arrival. ( since those first voices that she couldn't be certain of ) But I know no other way of finding answers.

( because those computers were far past what she could do )

If there is no one to answer, then there is no one to answer. [ it'd be a point in favor of this being something other than a haunted nightmare, which made even failure valuable in its own right. ]

How long would you be able to maintain contact before it becomes a risk to your own health?

[Bobbie raises her eyebrows at that, crossing her arms over her chest as she turns to Vanessa.]

A risk? What sort of risk?

There is no risk to you.

( that's a lie. it depended on how calm the spirit was, depending on what actions it took but the risk was always greater to vanessa than to anyone else )

The spirit will be within me -- speaking through me, moving should it choose to. That is why I require your assistance.

( someone to talk to it but also keep an eye on her. she's also vaguely not answered the question, saying nothing on the risk to herself )

To contain it? [ it's a guess but a reasonable one, given what's been said. Vanessa's side-stepping of his question is something he notes but doesn't press on ㅡ not yet. ]

[Bobbie still doesn't look entirely convinced, but there's no point in her being a brat about it, so she just plays along.]

What sort of assistance?

To be able to converse with it.

( she certainly couldn't. but, depending on who they spoke to, what their temperament was, they may have a bigger job on their hands. vanessa hoped that wouldn't occur -- she didn't wish for anything so drastic )

A calm mind will be most useful to us, particularly if we know what we wish to ask.

[ ㅡah.

he isn't sure what he expected but this seems both too simple and yet obvious in retrospect. ]

Agitation could drive the spirit off?

Would you wish to speak with someone hostile?

( or someone not open to your presence. it was a very simplistic answer but if it helped them to understand or do what she needed than vanessa would do it )

It wouldn't be the first time.

[ though wringing an answer out of a spirit might not be as simple as, say, another person. ]

[ Alex raised his hands in what could only be described as a "woah, there" motion. ]

But it ain't what we want to do today. We just wanna speak to them good and amicable like, if possible.

( vanessa gave a nod to alex, grateful for his patience and calm attitude in it )

They hold information that we do not, information that we would like. We must remember that.

( you must. she's out for the count once this begins )

( it would have been a circle if there were more of them but they're sat on the floor, close enough to keep their energies and contact close. she'd explained a little of the process beforehand but not everything -- she didn't know how this would go, hopefully nothing like the last séance that she'd attended, but whilst vanessa had given them the opportunity to back out she didn't want to frighten them.

she needed their belief, an open mind, or at least the best attempt that they could muster. she took a breath, reaching her hands forward, close to the two that were beside her )

I need you to empty your minds. ( her voice is a little lower, gaze focused at her hands though really at a point past her hands, something not even quite in this room ) To suspend your disbelief.

( there's a pause, her mind reaching further, her focus intensifying )

I call to those who were here before, those who lived in this place. I ask you to speak with us now.

( seconds pass, quietly ticking by before her head sharply rises, a gasp emitted before she looks back at those before her. but it's not vanessa now, it's the spirit within that's come to speak )

[ when vanessa opens her eyes again, it's not vanessa looking back at those in the room but a stranger. a spirit.

vanessa's mouth opens. lines of communication are open. the first words: ]

What the - ?

[ the words are softly accented, irish by the sound of it. ]

[ Alex was extremely uncomfortable, but he was doing his best to do as Vanessa asked. It wasn't actually that hard to suspend his disbelief - not here. Not on Reverie. Not after everything that had happened to him, his skin only now skin again. His life only now his life, twice over. But he kept shooting slightly worried glances at Bobbie, anyway, as if worried that she won't be able to suspend her disbelief.

It's fine. It'll be fine? It'll be fine.

He waits, while Vanessa sits with her eyes closed, and when she opens them again he feels like his skin is crawling, but that's probably psychosymatic. ]

Uh--

[ He's pretty sure he's never heard Vanessa utter anything even close to 'what the'. ]

Uh, howdy. [ Wow, lame, Alex. He actually winces when he hears his own voice. ]

You're, uh - you're on Reverie, and we've called - uh - We wanted to try to speak to someone who was here before. Who - uh - who am I speaking to?

[ He shot a glance at Kylo and Bobbie. Sorry, he was not used to this, okay? ]

'course I'm on the Terminal, where else would I be?

[ her eyes narrow for a moment. she doesn't know this man - or the two people watching. she knows everyone on the station and she doesn't know these people. ]

I'm Lucia. And who're you?

I'm Alex Kamal. [ Pressing a hand to himself, then gesturing to the others in turn. ]

This is Bobbie Draper, Kylo Ren, and-- [ He gestures towards Vanessa - not Vanessa - and falters. Should he point out that Lucia is in someone else, right now? Probably bad form, right? ]

-- and uh, we're the new crew. Part of it. A small part of it. Do you uh - do you remember what happened to you?

[ there's a pause. and then it clicks for lucia. ]

Oh God. I'm dead, aren't I?

[ the realisation barely has time to sink in before she's wondering - ] What about Philip? Is he all right, did he make it?

[ Alex winces. Okay, maybe he could have gone a little softer with that. ]

Uh - yeah. I'm sorry, Darlin'. But when we got here -

When we got here, all y'all were already gone. Can't say what happened to him one way or the other. Sorry.

Great. That's - great.

[ she's obviously torn up about philip's death even more than her own. ]

If I'm gone, how are you talking to me?

[ He swallowed, wetting his lips, and glanced nervously at the others. ]

You're, uh - comin' through Vanessa. Uh - one second.

[ He fumbled with his communicator, turned the video on, recorded not-vanessa for a few seconds and then played her back the recording. ]

Look, I know this is weird and I know you're probably confused as all hell, but - trust me, we are too. And we need your help. A lot of terrible things have been happenin' to all of us, and we need to figure out what the hell happened to all of you.

[ it's a good thing lucia's got a lot of practice being (relatively) calm under pressure. she doesn't scream her head off about the video, just swallows and glances away and then clenches her jaw. ]

Oh, that's easy. This place killed us. [ bitter? you bet. ] All of us, apparently.

[ He glanced at the others, his heart sinking. It wasn't exactly a surprise, or anything, but -- ]

Yeah, that's - that's pretty much what I was afraid of. Why were you here?

[ it's a lot to take in, being dead. a lot to remember, too. lucia takes a moment to compose herself (visibly, vanessa sitting a little straighter). she's supposed to be helping people. saving them. that's her job.

was her job.

but she has to wonder: ] How can you not know already? It was all over the news. "Life on Earth sucks." "Energy crisis growing worse." [ she even makes little air quotes. ]

[ He feels his heart sink, a pit opening up in his stomach. He'd hoped, somehow, that the world the message had been talking about hadn't been Earth. Especially after waking up again, after regaining (or gaining for the first time?) six months of his life - six months where literal doors to other worlds opened before his eyes - he'd hoped that humanity had moved far past Earth. That the books they found here were an echo of humanity's past.

Guess not. ]

Sorry, darlin', we all came into this dead blind. But it ain't a completely unfamiliar concept. [ He wondered if he should mention the fact that some of them didn't even come from Earth, as he glanced at Ren, but he didn't know how much time they had. ]

Just - just treat us like we don't know a thing, and you'll probably have the right of it. What was the station for?

[ for a moment, there's only incomprehension. how can they not know? what rock have they been living under, that they don't know? and how did they get from that rock to reverie terminal?

then it dawns on her: ]

Shit. It's got to be the drive. I can't make sense of that thing, I'm just the medic, but it's got to be.

[ Alex immediately perked up at the mention of the drive. Medic - that was good to know, and he'd follow that up in a second if he had the time, but the Drive -- ]

Do you know anything about it at all? What it is, where it is, what it can do or what it was meant to be used for--

It's all experimental tech, but it was supposed to get us to a planet with better resources. Help us save the world.

That's why Philip and I decided to go, in the end, you know? We wanted to have kids at some point, but to bring a child into the world as it was...

[ she trails off. ]

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[ He felt his chest tighten in sympathy, but he couldn't look at the others. ]

Yeah, I- I understand. Trust me. I'm sorry that you didn't get the chance.

I'm guessin' it - moved the station? Because we ain't around Earth anymore, I'll tell you that.

And you said the station started - killin' you. Can you- can you tell me what happened?

[ lucia looks down. it takes her another moment before she can compose herself again. philip's death clearly weighs on her even more than her own. ]

It was supposed to move the station. It just went in the wrong place. I mean. None of us have a clue where it brought us.

Had a clue.

[ she shakes her head a little. ]

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[Bobbie feels for... whoever this is Vanessa is channeling, if this is even legitimate at all. For the moment, though, she's going to treat it as it is. It's not like she has any other safe choice.]

And what happened after that? Some sort of malfunction?

Ending up somewhere else was the malfunction, I think.

[ lucia frowns. this is pretty far outside of her area of expertise. ]

I can't explain any of what happened after. It was - crazy. Nothing that should be physically possible. Rooms just filling up with water, screams in the walls, tools going flying, smashing people's heads in.

Not the kind of thing a medic can fix.

[Oh good. Rooms filling up with water was a new horrifying one that he didn't want to think about. ]

Do you know where the drive itself was located? Was it on the station itself, or on a ship of some kind?

On the station.

[ said in the tone of "obviously". but a moment later, she opens her mouth to say more -- but something, somewhere, breaks, the connection between lucia and vanessa severed. ]

( vanessa's mouth closes again, the movements of her head slower as she moves, not quite sluggish but not with the same movement of lucia a moment ago.

her eyes pass over the other three, hands moving back together, a small comforting gesture as she recollects herself. vanessa doesn't know what happened during the exchange but she knows that someone was there -- the feeling of having her body inhabited was familiar whether it was spirit or demon.

and then, quietly, vanessa asks-- )

Did you get an answer?

We got a few answers.

[The issue now is piecing them together.]

It sounds like something went wrong with some kind of experimental drive, and it dropped them off in a system they didn't recognize.

( the words mean little to vanessa though she thinks that she has a little of an understanding about what might have happened )

Would that be here or where they were taken to?

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