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[naloxone]

[ turns out? space doesn't give a single fuck about your circadian rhythm. or maybe insomnia is just that attached to her that even the absence of a sun dictating her internal clock doesn't faze it, like an old friend you wish would just forget you already.

one night (?) late into the early hours (???) marta finds herself drifting out of the room she's come to assume will be hers for the indefinite future, passing through stark white walls with all the sterility of a hospital, but none of its familiar chaos.

she's still getting used to the earpiece. still getting used to hearing other people's voices in her head. she doesn't mean to add another in the void, but one of her own thoughts blares out too vividly as she stares out into an actual void: ]

—but where are the stars?

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[naloxone]

[ alright dang calm down— ]

No? I don't think so.
I've just — never met a droid.

[droide]

[ Look. It's a whole Thing™ with her. ]

Well, now you have.
Or at least you've corresponded with one.

There are two of us here.
Two Cybertronians as well, who are also inorganic beings but they're different than droids.

[naloxone]

I'll keep that in mind.
I'm just human, so. [ ??? what else does she say. i'm the one with brown hair and the look on my face like i have no fucking clue what i'm doing here? ] Marta.

[droide]

L3-37.

Welcome aboard, Marta.

[naloxone]

Thank you, I guess.

Is... Does that sound like anything? Or do you just spell it out?

[droide]

It's phonetic. Elthree Three-Seven.
If you like, you may call me Elthree, for short.

[naloxone]

Elthree.
I wasn't sure if it stood for something.

[droide]

The pieces of the designation have some meaning, yes, but none that you would understand.

[ The first two letters signify what type of droid she is, or rather, what type of droid she started her life as. She's nearly entirely changed since then. ]

Does "Marta" stand for anything?

[naloxone]

It's a family name. My father's grandmother's.
I never knew her myself, but I heard she was nice.

[droide]

Do you take after your namesake, in that respect?

[ Marta seems "nice" enough to Elthree, but she's curious how Marta would describe herself. ]

[naloxone]

[ marta? say nice things about herself??? ]

I try to.
Some days it's easier than others.

[droide]

That sounds about right.

[ Sometimes, being "nice" just won't get the job done. ]

[naloxone]

[ marta wouldn't know. if being nice doesn't work for her, she usually just. tries to stay away. make less waves. ]

Have you found the people here to be very nice?

[droide]

I have. A bit worryingly so, actually.

[naloxone]

Why would that make you worry?

[droide]

I'm just not used to strangers being kind.

[naloxone]

That's fair...
It is nice to think that even though we're all here for our own reasons, it hasn't stopped many of us offering help.