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Who: Brianna Randall (

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What: Heading back to where everyone's hanging out in stasis.
When: September 12th.
Where: The Station
Warning(s): death of a parent conversations likely.

[ It's not even mid-month yet, and already, Bree's had a more exhausting September than she's ever had in her life. Her mother? Possessed - literally. That would be enough, but the ghosts, the wailing, the missing of the dead was all too much. Enough to push Bree into finally getting back to the station, back to where everyone is still in stasis.

It's not hard to find the room once there, and as she stares at all the pods she wonders how they choose who gets to wake and who doesn't. A daughter needs her father with her, right? Or maybe it's enough that she has her mother. Maybe it's enough that she has a father she doesn't even know well yet. Walking among the pods, she finds Frank easily enough. His glasses are on his face and she closes her eyes for a second against a laugh that's half amusement half...something else. ]

Can't forget your reading glasses.

[ She murmurs that softly, touching the pod feather lightly before looking up at his sleeping (?) face. ]

You have no idea how much I miss you. Sometimes, back home, it still felt like a dream. I keep walking back through that day because it seems so impossible. You were alive in the morning when I came downstairs. You were alive when I went to the library. You were alive when I was at the movie. And then you weren't. You were just gone. You were gone in between me buying popcorn and watching Tunga Khan executing all the missionaries. It isn't fair.

[ Taking a deep breath and wiping away a tear, she slides down and sits on the floor right by his pod. And she talks to him. About everything. He probably can't hear her, but she tells him she knows about Jamie, about the stones and all the rest of it, talking to him for hours before finally sounding like she's wrapping up. ]

I wish they would wake you up. I'm here, and we could have more time together. All you have to do is wake up, dad.

[ She's not even aware that anyone else has entered the room with her, sitting with her knees curled up to her chest. ]

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[It wasn't often Sanzo had found himself wandering the stasis chambers. He had preferred to not hold on to the past, to not grow overly attached to the thought of all those had been lost. But occasionally, despite his own better judgment, where he was.

He was minding his own business, casually roaming the halls of the stasis chambers with no destination in particular (~~liar~~) when he had heard the faint voice of a young girl.

Curiosity is a nasty beast to conquer. His dower expression keeping fairly unchanged as he walked upon the sight of a girl in the midst of grieving.]

He's here. It means the possibility most certainly is there.

[It was perhaps a bit invasive to speak up and get involved in someone else's private business. But this was perhaps a time, for the first time in a while, that he felt his previous life as a monk would have come in handy.

He never could handle the sight of kids grieving for their fathers.]

It seems, at least, Dharma had managed to fight hard in making sure his life had been spared from your world's destruction. Which means he has the possibility of being recovered.

Better than the other option of him not making it at all. There are still so many who have yet to find any of their loved ones.

You have hope.

[ Bree looks up from where she's sitting with her knees pulled to her chest. Maybe he's right; her mother was here for over a year before Bree woke up, and she wasn't even damaged or hurt or otherwise dead as far as she knows. ]

I do hope. I'm having hard time understanding how it could or ever would work. How someone who was dead for months is even here to begin with. A part of me doesn't think it's actually possible. That it ever will be.

... He was dead?

[It wasn't the first time Sanzo had heard of such things happening. But this was his first time coming face-to-face with one of these "revived refugees", even if he was still in a state of stasis himself.

Walking in closer, Sanzo took a moment to look and really take in the appearance of the man this girl was mourning.

So this was her father, huh?]

Perhaps it won't be. But it's also just as likely that he may come back as well. These situations, the healing process with these pods, it's unpredictable in how they work. But he would not be the first one to come back from a brush with death.

Until then, it is futile to get hung up on it all. It is good to remember and mourn, but you must also keep moving forward with your life as well.

[They were common words for those who had dealt with such loss, but that didn't stop them from being any truer.]

Our moving forward is the only thing that separates us from those trapped here.

For months.

[ If he ever did wake up, what would she tell him? She would stay with him, she thinks. As hard as it might be for Claire, Frank would be all alone, he'd need someone. ]

My mother was here over a year before I came out of stasis. All this time, I thought she was in Scotland. I thought I was back home, going to school, but I guess it was in my own mind. However that works.

[ She gets what's being told to her and she looks over. ]

I was doing an okay job in my mind, I think. I was happy again. Then I woke up and so much was different.

A year... So you're still fairly new here yourself.

[He had forgotten that there were so many people who had woken up, who were so comfortable with the lives they lived before this, that suddenly being thrown into El Nysa was such a hard thing to conceive. Of course, he still had difficulty believing that his own world was now completely gone. But at least he was used to such change. He was used to being flung from one crazy random event to the next and moving on with it all.]

And your mother is here. Nearly as long a some of the first batch of refugees.

[Like him. It's so strange to think it's been more than a year.]

That means you have plenty of time to adjust, and you have someone you know to help you through it all. It also means he has plenty of time to come back to you.

[Maybe.]

You're lucky. There are so many people from so many worlds here. It's good that you found him.

I only woke up two months ago. Something like that.

[ It's getting harder and harder to track time the longer she's here. ]

But...are you saying people only started to wake up about a year ago, a little longer?

[ Bree didn't realize that, and she doesn't even know if it matters in the grand scheme of things. She looks back at her father and nods in acknowledgment. ]

I had to look for a while.

Hmn.

[He lowered his head in thought. A year certainly was a while. But there were still so many things about his own first time waking up and traveling down to El Nysa that he was trying to sort out, even now.]

It's difficult to say. When my group had first set out towards El Nysa we were treated as if we were the first set of refugees from other worlds to make landing upon the planet. That's recently been proven wrong though when we had made our way to Nadril.

Seems there were people sent down, much like us, but many centuries in advance. I don't know what strained their relationships with the Orbiters, but it must have been something big with how one of the survivors from that batch seems to regard those living on the moon.

[It could also explain why the next group did not wake up until quite a few hundred years later.]

[ Bree rubs her face a little, trying to wrap her mind around all of this. ]

The longer I'm awake, the more confused I am about being here. It's almost worth it to not ask questions and just go with whatever happens next.

[ But the part of her that is an academic's daughter won't let her, she already knows. ]

Is there a library? Something where we can read a recorded history?

An understandable sentiment.

[Believe him, he had very much considered doing much the same for a while. But alas, he had a goal in aiding the Orbiters, so, unfortunately, he was forced to involve himself in their matters more than he had wished.]

There are a few. The most noticeable and informative ones would be Simwe Institute in Olympia, the Altar of Volkkra in Wyver, and the Central Hub in Nadril. At least that was what I have learned through personal experience.

[Feels like he's been doing quite a bit of reading these days.]

If this is home now, I guess I should learn as much about it as I can.

[ She has the love of history in her, so it isn't as if she minds. She's good and distracted now, too, and takes a deep, cleansing breath before letting it out. ]

What's your name? I'm Bree. Well, Brianna. Only my mother calls me that, usually. And typically when she's angry.

[Oh boy. Here we go. He always had a bit of a hard time when it came to introductions.]

... The Thirty-First of China, Toah Genjo Sanzo.

[He paused.]

But most people just call me Sanzo.

[It wasn't exactly a name per-say, but enough people called him that, so he usually responded to it.]

Not a big fan of Simwe myself, too damn clinical feeling, but all three are fairly decent sources to gain information from. Especially since, being from different countries, they all offer various perspectives on the information you'd be looking into.

[Sadly, the way each country works in extremes all of their sources had a bit of biasedness in the information they provided.]

You should lead with Sanzo.

[ She says that with a small smile, just teasing a little. ]

I'll see what I can dig into. History takes patience. At least that's what my dad alway said, and he was a historian, so I guess he knew what he was talking about.

[ She glances back up at him, wondering if he really did or if he was just trying to get by. Then, she looks back at Sanzo. ]

And it's nice to officially meet you, by the way.

[With that Sanzo merely shrugs it off. He prefers not to get to familiarly close with others, so having an intimidatingly long title for a name had a tendency to help with keeping people back.

Sanzo, in the end, was just his job.

But he was fine with that.]

I see, so you must be fairly used to such research. If anything I'd be interested if you happen to find anything since I've been looking into it quite a bit myself.

[He paused, looking up to the sleeping man. His stern expression, if for just a second, seeming to waver.]

I'm sure in doing this you would probably make him proud.

I hope so. I think it would, I was majoring in history in college.

[ Before she dropped out, anyway. ]

I'll reach out to you if you want. Should I find anything I think you might want to see.

[ She has no idea how far she'll get or if she'll find anything he doesn't already know, but it's worth sharing, maybe. ]

... It's appreciated.

[A history major huh? What an interesting thing to be in a world like this. He couldn't help but wonder what she would make of it all.

He had his own curiosities to sate, of course, in regards to the world and its back-story. Perhaps having her as a contact would be some help.]

In fact, I'll even be willing to fork up some silver if it's something good. Consider it compensation for alleviating the migraine this whole situation has been giving me.

[ Well, the mention of silver gets her full attention, and she gives a determined nod. ]

I'll see what I can find then.

[ Now, she gets up, brushing her hands together a little before letting out a breath. ]

And thank you, for distracting me.

Hmn. Just saying my piece is all. What way it made you feel is all due to how you perceived it.

With that he paused, before folding his arms into the large and baggy sleeves of his robes before turning away.]

... it would be quite interesting though. If you end up seeing him again, I think.

'Interesting' is definitely one word for it. I think my mother would use another.

[ Bree hasn't mentioned her mother's name, and they have different last names, so what the hell. ]

She doesn't love him. She tried for my sake.

Sounds to me like they both still loved you despite how they had felt towards one another. As tedious as it probably was, it sounds like you had a nice life before all of this.

[It's something that needs to be savored, especially when you are being thrown out into the world on your own out of the blue because of an unexpected situation.]

And the fact that you still have your mother here with you now is some pretty good luck on it's own.

[Especially when there were so many people who came to this world entirely on their own.

He took a moment, really taking in how many stasis pods surrounded them. So many unknown faces from so many different worlds.]

You're also lucky that you were able to find him in all thi--

[And with that he stopped. Seeming to pause mid-sentence as he found himself losing track of the conversation.]

[ Bree looks over when he stops mid-sentence. She does feel grateful, for everything he's mentioned, but now she frowns a little. ]

What's wrong?

Ahh--... Nothing. It's... Nothing.

[But he definitely seemed to be staring at something. Whatever pod seemed to be opposite Bree's father int he hall.]

... What was I saying before?

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Oh no. Dead parents. His one weakness.

how did i find THE one

obviously you're targeting him or something of the sort. How cruel~

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And suddenly, a plot twist.

!!

About time this loser found something sentimental in all his time on Nysa