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[beknight]

While we don't yet fully understand the process, over the past few months it's become clear that any of us could return to stasis at any time. In some cases, more than once. And while I'm sure we all have family and friends from our worlds we hope to see — sooner rather than later — those of our acquaintances from the many others represented here shouldn't be remembered as just faces in those pods.

I think it's well past time we organised ourselves a little to keep track, if only to expedite that process for all of us. To that effect, I've set up a noticeboard for refugee use.

​​​​[ GPS ping to an area on Thesa Station, the corridor leading to the mess hall. He’s already put up photographs of Charles Xavier, Kara Danvers, Kate Bishop. ]

I'd appreciate any names you had to offer.

​​​​[ bye charles :C ]

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[beknight]

I know how you feel.

Did you manage to find all of them in the pods?

[sheriffing]

For what it's worth, I wish you didn't.

( it's not something she wants other people to relate to.)

Yeah. It took some looking, but they're there. I keep telling myself they're safe there, but leaving my son was the hardest part. Did you find everyone you were looking for?

[beknight]

I found everyone I needed to. I have a son of my own sleeping there.

[ And he gets that too, the pain of separation from a child, watching them like that in the stasis pods. ]

[sheriffing]

Think it's too much to hope for some kind of mass awakening where we're all reunited with our families here?

[ she already knows the answer, just like she knows her own luck.]

[beknight]

No. Hope is what keeps us going.

[ u OWE HIM for this Clark ]

[sheriffing]

My parents would say that.

[ maybe they always said it for a reason.]

[beknight]

As would mine.

I'm Alan, by the way.

[sheriffing]

I hope things work out for you, Alan.

[beknight]

Same to you.