tushanshu_logs | [OPEN] Catch all for Sarah!

Characters: Sarah and YOU!
Date: Throughout January. Dates will be in headers!
Location: All over the turtle. Mostly Wood Sector.
Situation: Sarah meets a bunch of people face to face + random thread starters!
Warnings/Rating: Nothing worth mention so far.

A.
Exploration has become a major part of Sarah's day. There's a lot on her mind, a lot more she'd rather forget and so she's doing all she can to keep busy. It helps that she's in a new area and things are pretty damn interesting compared to home. The wood sector remains her home turf and the place she's checked out the most, but from time to time, she wanders out of what she's dubbed her safe zone.

On this day however, she's looking a little lost. Map in hand, Sarah frowns at the page as she tries to work out just where the heck she is.

B.
She's in the marketplace, searching the stalls and browsing the variety at hand. From time to time, Sarah pauses to simply watch an exchange between two Kedan, or to stop and talk to one. Whatever it is she's looking for, the kid just can't seem to find it.

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She nodded at that, expression serious. "I'll be honest, I wasn't sure dying here could really happen. Not forever at least. Not again."

"I think it's only those of us who were brought here who get to come back again. The people who were born in this world, like the Emperor...they don't."

The girl falls silent a moment. She really hadn't considered it until now. "Right, yeah."

It's a bummer to hear. "Makes sense, I guess. But what about us? What happens to us if we..?"

"Die?"

No use dancing their way around the subject, as it had already been brought up.

"We're brought back. If we're injured, they'll work to heal us. If our bodies are somehow beyond fixing, then they give us a new one. I think. Something about how we're actually just clones of our selves...I don't know all the details, just what I've overheard people say in the past. But it would make sense, if that's the secret to overcoming Death."

Cloning was a technology not entirely unfamiliar in her world, although it was less cloning and more along the lines of artificial insemination and test tube babies, an increasingly common technology made available in the colonies, where natural birth had been deemed too unsafe for most mothers.

She frowned at that, listening to every word and finding things in her own mind falling into place. "Gotcha," she said, idly rubbing her arm.

"Before I got here... I hurt my leg real bad. My dad had to carry me cause I couldn't walk and we needed to move." Her words were quiet, but audible. "And... I got shot. But when I woke up here that was all gone."

Sarah wouldn't even touch on the cloning comment just yet. That was too far.

Midii instinctively looked down, to the other girl's leg. Trying to find any signs of injury or even a limp. She'd never gotten hurt like that before. For all the times a gun had been pointed her way, none had ever gone through with it.

"Does it hurt?"

She shook her head. "Nope. Not right now, anyway."

Memories pull back into her mind, still fresh enough to shock and sting. "I did though," Sarah continued, voice quiet. "More than anything."

"Why were you shot?"

Again, diving into the realm of potentially too personal information, which is why she would not fault Sarah if the other girl chose not to answer.

At that question, her jaw tightened, teeth clenched together as she fought back the surge of memory that came with it. Her hands toyed with the hem of her shirt. For a long while, Sarah was quiet. Then quietly, she spoke.

"They thought I was sick."

It was the best Midii would get from the girl for a long time.

"...the kind of sick that could hurt other people?"

It was the only logical conclusion. Knowing the world Sarah came from. Sick was hardly a reason to kill. Unless she had become an unwilling danger to others as well.

Sarah didn't even need to answer for Midii to gain a faint understanding of what had happened. The worst part was that she knew something similar could easily happen in her world, too. Maybe not for the social elite or government families...but if her father had the kind of sickness that could spread? To potential epidemic levels?

She'd believe it.

"I'm sorry that happened to you. You don't look sick, but that could be because they fixed you when you came here."

She nodded. "I'm not sick. Neither was my dad and uncle Tommy. It all started in the city and we weren't anywhere near that so..."

But the soldier hadn't known that for sure, none of them had. If she was honest with herself, Sarah didn't either. Not really. The fact that she hasn't and doesn't feel sick is all the foundation she had to work from and for the moment, it was enough.

"Do you know Ellie? And Tess?"

"Ellie, I know. She's the girl who swears like a soldier."

There's a faint smile when she said this, though. Midii was far used to that kind of language for it to affect her, though she had never adapted those particular speech patterns herself. For as poor as they had grown up, one of the few things her father had been able to do for her was teacher her how to speak to remain hidden. Blend in. No matter the class.

[OPEN] Catch all for Sarah!

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