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Jun 04, 2020 12:42 AM
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Raef looks over at her, because he picked up on that. And she's not as steady as she normally is, and right now, he's not entirely sure how to help. So he just projects hereherehere at her, hoping it will help.

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{no one here want to hurt you/curious because you're new and sudden/don't think taking things apart is a way to learn about them/not like him} the same individual sends back.

Whoever she is referencing is not someone present, and she seems -- deeply sad and weary about them.

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Esch latches onto Raef's reassurances. What the individual sends back helps her relax a little more, although at the same time, she's a little unnerved by the fact that take apart seems to mean more than just metaphorically. But the fact that people around here are apparently doing it metaphorically as well is enough to have her on edge.

But that person's not here. That's good. That's good.

She can't help but send out an almost plaintive {Safe?} at the individual, who seems honest, doesn't seem to be misleading. She needs to know.

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Overclocked brain or not, Deaz hopes they land soon. She's reaching the end of her reserves, and isn't entirely sure she trusts whatever else is keeping the Liberator in the air.

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They are close to the water now; after a moment they hit it; but there's barely a jolt, nothing like the bone-crushing one that would have been expected at their current speeds.

Apparently the water is moving with them and slowing them down.

{It's safe here/we made it safe here/we spent a lot of time on its safety/they can't hurt you here}

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Esch closes her eyes, and sort of slumps over the console she was clinging to, feeling the ship slowing yet further, assuming they've hit the water now. A quick look at the external sensor display confirms this, although it also confirms that the water is...not acting like water.

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As soon as the ship hits the water, Deaz drops like a puppet that's strings have been cut, breathing heavily. One hand swipes at her face, coming away red - so her nose had been bleeding. Still. They're not out of the fire yet. She closes her eyes again, and focuses on helping bring the ship to a halt. The sooner it's stopped, the sooner she can go and see what's wrong with her engines.

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"Well at least we're not falling any more..." Mirage says, not entirely sure what she's seeing on the sensors is all that much better.

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Eventually, well before they get near the ocean floor, they slow to a halt, and then the water begins to buoy them back up toward the surface.

(Shortly after they start to go back up, there's a breath of warning and then the boost on Deazual's telekinesis drops out.)

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Deaz takes a moment to assure herself the water doesn't need her help - although she feels too wrung out to do anything - and hauls herself to her feet.

"I'm going to see what's wrong with my engines," she declares. "If any of you breathed on them..."

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"Well aren't you a firebrand?" Trap manages to sound almost normal. "Let me know if you want a second set of hands. What're we doing in the meantime?"

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Esch considers that question, tugging Raef to her side now they're relatively stable.

{Can you tell us where we are?}

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{what is/the world/by the place of refuge/the sea}

This... may not be an entirely helpful answer.

(What is wrong with the engines appears to be: the fuel is completely inert.)

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Raef blinks at that response, relaying it verbally, not sure who is picking up the silent communication (Trap in particular).

{Can you give us a planet? A country?}

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Deaz spends a bit of time poking around her engines before storming back to the bridge.

"Well," she says with obvious forced cheer. "Simply put the engines are buggered and I'm not entirely sure how to bring them back online."

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Esch squeezes Raef's shoulders and moves over to Deaz, because this is a problem she can focus on. She pushes the older woman into a seat.

"You do realise that you took a risk trying that?" she asks, checking Deaz's brain as best she can for damage - she's lucky. The worst of it seems to have been the nosebleed.

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There seems to be confusion over the concept of countries.

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Meanwhile, someone else seems to have caught the exchange between Escher and Deazual. {Is she injured?}

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Deaz scowls. {No I am not,} she declares. {Esch is just being paranoid.}

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Esch rolls her eyes. {You could have been. You've never tested-} (here, they both flinch, and there's a flash of experiment, won't be, hide it and a jumble of panicked emotions before they both lock that down.) {-what your limits are. If-name?- hadn't intervened, you might have injured yourself.}

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Raef meanwhile, is trying to explain the concept of countries and is projecting an image of a map, and using it as an aid to his explanation. (He is also keeping an eye on Esch and Deaz, but he isn't interfering.)

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Oh, images of the world.

They can do that.

It. Appears to be flat.

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{Seeks-Better-Paths,} he replies to the question about his name. {I'm glad you're not hurt. Was anyone injured, do I need to go find someone who might be able to heal incarnates, I'm not sure if the others have even realized you are yet.}

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Raef stares at that image for a little while, and then decides to sit down. Because...

"We are a very long way from home," he announces to the room at large.

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Esch quickly checks that, tilting her head at Trap who indicates his wellness.

{Bumps and bruises, nothing that needs immediate attention.}

Then she picks up on the image of the world they're apparently on and her eyebrows shoot up.

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