( oh good, they're on the same "nearing emotional breakdown" page. rita's voice pitches up where as clarke's insides are doing painful flips, urging action in the face of a new, mysterious enemy. )
It was 2149 where I'm from. I met someone else who's from the year 3006. ( get the facts out of the way, so she can level the other girl with what she's gleaned of the bigger picture here. ) We've all just been kidnapped, supposedly dragged through space and time, and dumped on a boat in the middle of absolutely nowhere, with a tour guide who doesn't have a face but still manages to see. Where people apparently can't even die, let alone control where they're walking. Food is coming out of the walls, and the musical instruments are playing themselves.
And the fact maybe we're all from different times — with different cultures, different medicines, different crisis's, and different technology — is what you're getting stuck on?
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It was 2149 where I'm from. I met someone else who's from the year 3006. ( get the facts out of the way, so she can level the other girl with what she's gleaned of the bigger picture here. ) We've all just been kidnapped, supposedly dragged through space and time, and dumped on a boat in the middle of absolutely nowhere, with a tour guide who doesn't have a face but still manages to see. Where people apparently can't even die, let alone control where they're walking. Food is coming out of the walls, and the musical instruments are playing themselves.
And the fact maybe we're all from different times — with different cultures, different medicines, different crisis's, and different technology — is what you're getting stuck on?
( best start believing in fairy tales, ms. mordio. )