[video] SNAKES ON A M_F_in' SHIP

[snake_dreamer]

[The camera pans wildly, showing the interior of the ship, and an open pod.  Snake's not used to video technology like this. Oh, Center had its call screen but nothing this small and compact. 

[That she'd seen of course. But obviously she's in Center. Somehow.  Center, at last, when she least needed them.]

[But she wouldn't break her silence just for nothing.  She's awoken from her pod, crawled out and found what looks to be a battered leather case, with several large--empty--compartments, and another compartment crowded with boxes, pouches and vials.]. 

Where are my snakes? 

[She sounds halfway between angry and frightened. ]

Comments

[Video]

[evervarying]

About forty of us awake. There's a hell of a lot more if you count the people still asleep on the ship.

How old? There aren't many kids here, and most of 'em are teenagers. I haven't seen anyone younger than ten who wasn't local.

[Video]

[snake_dreamer]

There...are.

[She can't help but look around the room, at the darkened pods. If each of them was another person...?]

Melissa is twelve, but she looks...far younger. She has had a difficult life.

[Video]

[evervarying]

If she's here, then, she's still asleep. Which might not be a bad thing, for now. This isn't any place for children.