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[gotyourwallet]

[The comm clicks on. Someone sounds tired.]

Do I dare to ask what's happening now? This week has been eventful enough without the sudden burst of new passengers.

[She sighs.]

Alright. I'm just going to go read.

[Vie is in the library, curled up in her usual pile of pillows and making a fair attempt at ignoring all the strangeness.]

Comments

3:

[turian_honor.livejournal.com]

Makes sense... Does this kind of thing happen a lot around here?

.D.

[gotyourwallet.livejournal.com]

Strange occurances aren't exactly uncommon. I'd never dreamed such things were possible until I was here and seeing them for myself.

It is however, rare for people to appear in numbers like this.

/derp

[turian_honor.livejournal.com]

You're telling me...

So, a bunch of people turn up on this... wherever we are, without warning, and they just leave the next day? Where do they go?

[gotyourwallet.livejournal.com]

I wish I could say. There are rumours, of course, but as for which is true, none of us know.

This ship is the M.S. Elegante. I cannot name the ocean we sail in, nor the world the ocean is on, only that we were all taken from our respective homes quite suddenly and left here.

[turian_honor.livejournal.com]

Then, I guess, asking how we get back isn't going to get me anywhere, is it?

[gotyourwallet.livejournal.com]

Sorry, friend. If I knew the answer to that, I wouldn't be here myself.

Might I ask your name?

[turian_honor.livejournal.com]

Yeah. I guess not...

Garrus Vakarian.