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THE MAROONED MEME

When you’re stranded. When there’s no way out.

At least this you’re not alone.

WHERE ARE YOU STRANDED?
1: Island. Surrounded by the ocean, shipwrecked on an island. Far away from any civilization.
2: Planet. Is it an uninhabited wasteland? A teeming forest, crammed with alien life forms? Does it have enough oxygen? Storms? Predators?
3: Moon/Asteroid. Low atmosphere, low gravity. You better hope that you have a survival pod where there’s enough air and heat.
4: Adrift. A ship on the ocean; a power-dead space station; a skimmer floating through the levels of a gas giant.
5: Oasis. Not quite marooned in the same sense, but you’re surrounded by empty desert, too far to cross. You might as well be trapped by the water of the oasis.
6: Cave. Again, not quite in the same sense, but something has left you trapped underground. Did you slide down a chasm? Suffer a cave-in? Either way, you’re down here to stay, for the time being.
7: Other.

WHO’S WITH YOU?
1: A friend. You’re in this together.
2: An enemy. Maybe war brought you both here, and war left you stranded behind. Could be that you’re an enemy in a more mundane sense: school rivals, an assassin and her prey.
3: Strangers. You were both on that boat for vacation, and now you have to survive together.
4: A lover. Some honeymoon, huh?
5: Other. For any other variation.

WHAT’S THE PROBLEM?
1: Food and water.
2: Shelter. There’s a storm coming. The nights are cold, here. Or do you just want a sense of security?
3: Communication. How can you get someone to come rescue you?
4: Predators. Something’s trying to kill you…
5: Escape. If you can just fix the ship…
6: Each other. One more hour and you might kill each other.
7: Injury/Disease. One of you needs medical attention. Hopefully the other can muddle through.
8: Other. Any other problem you can think up!

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"Ugh, I'd like to avoid needles. They always have to get the big guns out with me," Erin half complains. The Atlantean looks his way with a faint frown. She remembers someone with wild hair. Sometimes it feels like yesterday and at other times like a dream.

"On this level. On the passenger level it's acting up," Erin offers. "The pressure felt weird to me."

Ah. Of course he needs to know things. "Erin White. I'm a passenger. I'm traveling to that new colony out by the Verge. It's for my job. Shouldn't be nearly this exciting once I get there. Otherwise I'm charging my boss hazard pay."

"Haven't moved around space much, have you." Space seemed to like to fuck with people, he'd found. Either that or, in his old age, his head was assigning a personality to space like he had the sea, when he was on it.

"Medre," he sighed, pushing out a little to peer at her. "Can you talk and look for some tools at the same time? I think I can get this panel on, if I can reconnect a few wires. What job are you going for?"

He was curious about them needing 'big guns' for such an unimposing woman, but he was also hedging that maybe whatever job she was going for might help them now.

"Actually... Yes?" Her mouth curves up in slight amusement. "A long time ago I was a...'guest' on board another ship. Lived there for a while."

She gives a short nod. Erin walks off searching for the tools she is sure are in the room. Erin is pretty sure that the tools are in one of the drawers.

"Um. I'm a translator. There were some old ruins uncovered and it's a weird combination of Atlantean and Greek. I happen to speak both.... It kinda looks similar to Themyscaran-Greek. So it'll at least be challenging."

Propped up on his elbow, Matt lets his lips curl in a sultry look of amusement. "Is that so.."

Dagaz and it's damned ship seemed like a thousand years ago. Hell, it might have been; Matthew's perception of time was starting to warp, or had been warping for years, he wasn't sure. His languid answer was also for her job - "That's an interesting field for a time that's so far past. You must be very unique. An Atlantean." He wasn't sure he believed it. "As in... from the Lost World of Atlantis."

Statement, question... Erin could take it as either.

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"Not as much as people seem to think," Erin allows. He really does remind her of the time she had spent with the Nysgods. Their damn ship had been pretty much a trap as far as Erin had been concerned.

"Languages are easy for me. It's people that I never really understood." That comment gets something of a smile from her. "I got sick. They put me on ice, so to speak. Apparently they found a cure or whatever like a year ago. Some things haven't changed. We're still big on staying out of surface world affairs."

Erin is angry that they woke her up some nights. Everyone she had come to love was just gone. The Atlanteans of this time didn't know what to do with her. There's this weird taboo still about blondes. Might as well tell him the truth. Life had just been made of disappointments for her. "I can't stay there. The Lady I worked for is long gone. Her descendants aren't anything like her. I guess they're disappointing to me. It's like being a relic that doesn't really belong. We didn't used to be so... Boring."

"A curse of the past, I'm afriad," he said in regards to people being boring. "I am surprised though, there's not much left on Earth that I don't know about. Atlanteans should have made a bigger splash." Didja see what he did there?

"Screwdriver," he repeated, gesturing with an impatient hand to get her back on track. "So you're rock hopping, basically. How long have you been on ice?"

"Perhaps." That gets a slow grin from her. "The ocean still has many secrets. We're good at keeping them."

She saw. She's choosing to ignore it. Erin isn't sure which one he needs so she grabs the Phillips head and hands it on over.

"Almost three-hundred. I got sick in late 2017." It really did seem like ages ago. Now that she's awake and well again sitting still is just boring. "Pretty much. My new employer promised me all the adventure I could want without having to worry too much about like, fighting. I'm a little rusty."

"Three hundred," he echoed with surprise, taking the screwdriver and laying back down, eyes still locked on her for a long moment before turning up to the half pulled panel.

"You're an old one. And yet here you are, stuck in a situation where you might have to fight. No doubt you're a valuable asset to your employer - people from the past help them see into it." The panel lit up with life and Matt crowed an ah-ha from where he was before pushing out and up, brushing himself off as he got to his feet.

"Let's hope that whatever caused this isn't armed then, hmm? I can stop anyone who decides to come at us, but not the fact that they might."

"I know." There is a sharp tired grin. "I guess I look good for my age."

Well, being on ice had kept her from aging. That was the point. Keep her in stasis until they could save her. Only they sort of forgot her. Apparently they could have woken her up a long time ago. Best not to dwell on that though, that way lies bitter feelings.

"Mmm. There's a lot of things I know. It's come in handy. Even if I was just a secretary I had my share of adventure back then." She used to say she was just a secretary way back when. On another ship. It always puzzled her that the Nysgods found her 'useful' or whatever reason they took her.

"And your ship at least makes sense. Last time I got 'stuck' on a ship the blasted thing didn't even really make sense. I swear that thing was a trap waiting to happen." Why yes she had assumed the Enigma was a trap. "But yeah. I'm thinking it was something... simple that got outta hand.. Feels that way anyways."

"You certainly are," he said with a charming smirk before focusing back on the panel. It was a short focus, as Erin said a few very key words there that automatically drew his attention back to her. The panel was forgotten for the moment as he straightened and faced her, hands going into his pockets.

"You were in Gebo.." It was half question, half muttered theory and it came with a faint narrowing of his eyes. "What did you say your name was again?"

He'd gotten around, both on the ship and off it, and knew a lot of people, but generally he was good with faces, and hers did ping something in the back of his head.

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