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[ There's a crackle of static, of a radio station getting tuned in and a deep breath. Not a loud one, this one, just tentative brush at whatever is closest. ]
( ... Aoba? Petre? )
[ Well, someone's awake. Tired sounding, but awake and she tries to clear her mind to focus enough to reach out broaden to whoever might be nearby. More direct, a little more present. Nervous always, when she feels disconnected from others. ]
( ... Hello? Anyone nearby? )
[ and for anyone looking for her, she's around the Bearings as she catches up on what she's missed out on, getting herself cleaned up from her extended nap time, and plugging herself back into the nest of machines in the common area. ]
( ... Aoba? Petre? )
[ Well, someone's awake. Tired sounding, but awake and she tries to clear her mind to focus enough to reach out broaden to whoever might be nearby. More direct, a little more present. Nervous always, when she feels disconnected from others. ]
( ... Hello? Anyone nearby? )
[ and for anyone looking for her, she's around the Bearings as she catches up on what she's missed out on, getting herself cleaned up from her extended nap time, and plugging herself back into the nest of machines in the common area. ]
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[ and she seems to deflate with it. Sad, and out of touch in a way that prickles like vertigo. She had known every inch of Helios, all their little habits, odd little quirks. Maybe not as well as Pandora, or at least not as long. But still...
( well, I guess things can't stay the same forever. )