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[gonplei]

WHO: little ray of pitch black, Octavia Blake
WHAT: mass text (SENT INDIVIDUALLY TO EVERYONE OK DONT PICK ON ME)
WHERE: your Nokia or whatever
WHEN: sent somewhere pre-event, but feel free to answer during.

if we're all gonna make it here, we have to help each other out. not just ask stupid questions about shadows and liquor.

[ FULL OFFENSE ]

so sound off. say what you're good at or can do to help. or whatever you've learned about this place.

assholes, screw off. you know who you are.

i'll start. i'm octavia. [ She feels relatively confident giving her full name now that she knows nobody from home is going to show up and try to kill her. Hopefully. ] i was the war chief's second. and i managed to survive on earth after some of your descendants nuked it, so there's that.



oh, and if you find any medicine, give it to ruth.

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[gonplei]

there's no plants.

no animals.

whatever food we find will run out eventually.

[omniavincit]

[ It hits him. He'd been aware of it, but not, he suspects, as keenly as she is. He pictures her in the bunker, counting cans.

The sun isn't real. There's no light.

But adding to the list won't accomplish anything. ] You don't think we're getting out of here?

[gonplei]

[ O already knows the hopelessness of thinking you're never going to get out of somewhere that isn't fit to survive in. She hadn't considered that the others don't.

A moment, then: ]

do you?

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[omniavincit]

Yeah.

[ It's odd. He thinks about his thinking all the time, the mortifying bends his mind takes. But this—this is slow going, a careful retracing of steps. ]

I assumed there was something we had to do. Or solve. [ Otherwise they're just here, aren't they. Scrounging up slim jims. ] The radios and mirrors, have you seen them? They're a way of reaching out.

This place is incomplete. What if we're here to fix that?

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[omniavincit]

You don't have to believe me, but please don't hang up.

[ So to speak. ]