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[ Patch thinks she's figured out how to broadcast to the network from the terminal screen in her room. She actually begins transmitting before she realizes, and there are a few candid moments of her checking settings along the edge of the screen, clearing her throat, running one hand through her hair and sweeping a few stray strands of her long bangs back behind her ear. ]

Hello, Anchor. My name is Detective Patch.

We've, ah, been through a lot these last two weeks. I can't be the only one who's had to suspend a lot of my disbelief to wrap my head around this place. It feels unreal. Part of me want to embrace that, to cling to the assertion that this can't be happening, and let that be a comfort. I don't think it'll be productive, though. I think our best method of accepting any new situation is to connect with others in the same situation.

I know, easier said than done. Opening up is never easy, especially to a stranger... so I'll go first.

[ She takes a deep breath. ]

I died. Back home. I was shot in the back - good shot. Center mass, a little left of the sternum. I bled out quickly. It didn't hurt much. I never really dwelt on the idea of my own violent death, but I always knew there was a strong chance of it in my line of work, and I knew that a gunshot would be top of the list of possible causes. I'd always assumed it would hurt... so much more than it did.

[ She takes another deep breath. ]

So I died, which I was... sort of prepared for. Then I woke up here. I was not at all prepared for that. I'm still not. I don't know if anyone else here has had a similar experience, has died in their own world. I don't know if anyone else is having trouble processing it. If you are, you're not alone. Which also means that I'm not alone, and I have to tell you-- that's a comforting thought.

If you'd like to talk about it, I'd-- like to hear about it. Maybe we can help each other.

[ A beat. She clears her throat again, and her posture gets a little bit straighter. ]

Maybe we can all help each other. The most important thing for us to remember, for us all to remember, is that we're not alone in this place. We're not going through this alone. We can get through this. We just need to take care of one another.

If there is anything I can do for you. If you need someone to talk to, or you want to go looking for something but you're afraid to go on your own, I'm here for you. Literally right here.

[ She uses both hands, index fingers extended, to point down at her feet, and the floor she's standing on. ]

I'm in room zero-two-zero, if you'd rather talk face to face, or if you need in person help with something else. It doesn't matter if we don't know each other. I still want to help.

[ And now she's not sure what to do. Other than end her broadcast. So she nods her head, just once, and offers the camera a little hopeful smile. ]

All right. Detective Patch, signing off, and... hoping to hear from you.

[ Then her hand reaches out toward the camera, right above the screen on her wall, and her feed goes dark. ]

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And there's no greater purpose than helping other people, and there's plenty of people out there that need it.

My aunt was like him that way. Well, she was actually super pissed about my career choice at first, but she came around.

What do you do that worries your aunt so much?

I was in law enforcement

technically?

kind of a special forces deal I guess. Pretty dangerous stuff.

[ She'd thought he was a college student still. She'll have to adjust her assumption of his age up a few years. ]

Well, in that case, I feel in very good company.

DId you come here directly from home? Some people seem to have made other stops along the way.

[ Don't mind her, just trying very subtly to see if he wants to share the circumstances of him leaving his home world. ]

[Ahaha oooh buddy.]

Nah, I spent about a year in another weird place before I got here. It was called Hadriel, it was this weird city run by these "gods" that fed off our emotions and stuff. I kind of like this place better, if I'm honest.

Really? That's interesting. Was the city also all run down and broken and deserted?

I guess it had been at one point? But by the time I'd gotten there, there had already been people living there for a couple of years. So I guess it could have been worse.

So they had a pretty well established society? What about this place makes you like it better?

About as well established as a group of randos who had been kidnapped by space gods could be.

Best parts about this place: No killer robots, no gods screwing with our emotions so they can feed off them, no monsters trying to eat us, the technology is way more advanced. Stuff like that.

Those are all excellent points, and that sounds like an awful place to be trapped in.

Hopefully we can make this one a little more hospitable than it is now, and hopefully one day we'll be able to use the technology to send people back to where they belong. Obviously we need to understand it first, so it's a long way off, but it must be possible.

Yeah, it wasn't too great.

As long as everybody works together, I think we've got a good chance of getting this place up and running again pretty soon. The portal thing's going to be trickier, but if there's a way to get here, there's a way to leave.

That's the spirit. Plenty of people who can fix a car can't build one, and plenty of people who can drive a car can't fix one. We don't need to know everything, just enough to make it work. The robots might be able to teach us a lot, too.

[ Peter talked about law enforcement, so she doesn't necessarily think he's going to be one of the people to figure it out. She thinks he might be more like her, protecting the people doing the discovering. Still important, though. Still part of the team. ]

As long as they function better than that one in the bar. My hope aren't too high for the artificial intelligence around here.

[Joke's on her, Peter's planning on protecting people and discovering shit. Someone tell this fool to take a nap, he's going to be friggen everywhere]

I think it would be pretty difficult to function WORSE than the one in the bar and still function at all.

How about your hopes for the organic intelligence around here?

[ Patch hasn't met everyone. Peter might have a take on it that she doesn't, yet.

Also, she will gladly take on the job of making him nap. Every couple of days she'll just come up and smother a pillow with Peter's face. ]

Woo, harsh. Probably not wrong, though.

There are a few other people here that I know from Hadriel, and I know they're reliable. I haven't met everyone here yet, but so far I'm feeling pretty good about our odds.

[Suffocation counts as napping, right??]

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Actually, I take that back. There was a fireworks robot that was malfunctioning and shooting explosives off inches from my face. That one takes the broken cake.

We seem to have a decent mix of skill sets, at least.

With us as a group. Not the robots.

[ Or she could just continually take the latest project out of his hands and tell him 'no' while pointing him to a conveniently placed napping cot. That also works. ]

Wow, okay. Not sure how I managed to miss that one if it was literally shooting explosives off. I'll just add "robots having access to explosives" to my list of things to potentially panic about.

Do we have any plumbers, I feel like plumbers might be important.

[YOU'RE NOT HIS REAL MOM but no for real he'd totally listen, he's a good boy even if he's stubborn sometimes.]

It was at that little welcome ceremony with the music and the questionable food.

I know how to snake a drain for a hair clog and open up a u-bend when I drop something down the sink. Not very helpful, unfortunately. I think we could probably learn.

[ She's not anybody's real mom but that doesn't mean she won't want to take care of you and want you to take care of yourself! ]

Oooh right okay. I didn't stay there for very long, just popped in, stole some fruit and left.

That's more plumbery than I know. Plumbery, is that a word? There has to be a word for like plumbering.

I don't think that's a word either. But it should be.

[THAT'S. Fair. What a nice lady.]

I mean, we ARE in a totally new world. I think that means we can make up new words if we want to.

I could show you how to do both plumbering things, if you want. I promise they are way easier and less impressive than they sound. If you can put together one of those fancy mops, you can check a u-bend.

Let's just write a whole new dictionary.

I think I'd like that. The more people we have that know how to do this stuff, the better, right?

I'll find a pen. This will be fun.

[ As fun as anything can be here, but she's trying. She's trying oh so very hard to make things just the tiniest bit better. She's not sure if she will succeed in any real way, but she is trying. ]

I'm sure we can find some exposed pipes in this place. Maybe later this week we can meet up for a little hands on plumbering. We can think up some of our new words, too, in the mean time.

[You kind of have to make your own fun when you're trapped in creepy, abandoned hellholes. You get used to it, or you just go a little nuts.]

Sounds like a party, I'm free whenever. Not like I have a schedule to keep around here anyway, right?

We will also need a wrench. Monkey wrench would be good, but any adjustable wrench should be fine. Within reason. Nothing crazy industrial size. We should probably be keeping our eyes peeled for tools in general. Let me know if you find any huge cache of tools, and we can go from there.