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[heterochrocatic]

[ Whoever is using Catra's comm is standing at the foot of her hospital bed. Probably one of the medical staff or some other Jorgmund pencil pusher. Catra is sitting up, still bandaged but much grumpier than usual (or just as grumpy as usual?). A pair of nurses, along with a couple of other Jorgmund employees are crowded around her bed, one of them holding a plate on which sits a small, sad looking cupcake in which someone has stuck a very lonely candle. The fellow holding the plate, a rather selnder man with too-large glasses and too-cheery disposition, speaks. ]

We want to congratulate Catra on her continuing recovery and wish her a very happy twentieth birthday from all of us at Jorgmund. We understand that it's been a bit of a rough time for some of you lately, and thought this might help raise morale. All together now.

[ The group launches into a slightly off-key rendition of 'Happy Birthday to You' and Catra seems to sink down into her bedclothes, as if it might help her disappear from this plane of existence. Having no such luck, she is forced to sit through the song. ]

Go ahead and blow out the candle, Catra.

[ Catra looks like she would rather do anything except blow out the candle. Maybe even go toe-to-toe with the killer again. In spite of this, she leans forward and gives a half-heard puff of breath, which extinguishes the candle. Styrofoam plate is carefully balanced on her bedside table, and the glasses-wearing guy, no doubt from HR, takes the comm. ]

Go ahead and leave Catra some birthday wishes. I'm sure that hearing from her fellow employees will be just the thing to help her get back on her feet as soon as possible.

[ The comm is deposited into Catra's lap. She stares at the camera, then plants her face in her hands. ]

I swear if ant of you say anything...

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[princesspower]

We can figure that out when we get back.

[ Adora seems content enough to not... think about it. At least for right now. Eventually she'll be stressing over it. ]

I'm worried about Glimmer... and Catra, honestly. What happens if we get sent back and you end up on Horde Prime's ship all over again?

[71lines]

[Oof. Tenten winces a little bit. She hadn't quite meant to bring down the mood. She scrapes a bit at the crumbs on her plate, then clears her throat a little.]

Then she can escape. I don't really know much about Horde Prime, Glimmer, or Sparkles, but if they're friends of She-Ra's, you can give Catra some kind of sign or message that shows she can be trusted, right? And then you all can work together to pick the locks on your chains and steal a rowboat to safety. If you don't know how, well. I guess we can do some locksmithing lessons.

[...There's only a little bit of a technological difference here.]

[heterochrocatic]

Sparkles is Glimmer.

[ Catra stuffs a bite of cake in her mouth and chews. ]

Also we're in space. On a spaceship. Not sure we can just row to safety in the crushing emptiness of the void, Tenten.

[princesspower]

Yeah, there is that. Plus I have no idea how far from Etheria you guys are...

[71lines]

[She blinks slowly, cocking her head. So. They're not on Etheria, or whatever they call their world?

You can't breathe in space?

You can travel in space?

Why would you travel in space? What was there to see?

Hesitantly, she raises a hand.]

So, um. Sorry, but. If there's no air in space, how do you get a ship from the water to... Space? I mean, even if you managed to keep it from falling. Is it just magic?

[Ugh. She hates feeling dumb.]

[heterochrocatic]

Okay, so like... it's technology. And maybe magic? I'm not an expert.

[ Catra pauses to stuff more cake in her mouth as she considers the best way to explain this. ]

So a spaceship is just made entirely for travel in space. It's not just a boat. And it's sealed against the vacuum of space, right? And it has it's own air supply. That way you can travel. And I just got like, transport beamed up there, I dunno how other people do it.

[princesspower]

It's complicated. But Catra's basically got it - you have a flying spaceship that can leave a planet's atmosphere and it's sealed against the vacuum and then you kinda... fly between planets.

[ She gestures with her hands to illustrate. ]

If Entrapta was here, she'd be able to explain a lot of it.

[71lines]

Wow.

[She stares at her plate, thinking. Stars and planets and visiting them-these are all things she'd never even considered before. What was life on other planets like? Did they have ninjas, too? Why was her world so far behind everyone else's?

She scowls for a moment, losing the wonder in that frustration, winces in pain, then shakes her head, slipping a pleasant mask back on.]

Sorry, I didn't mean to shift the whole conversation to that. Um. We can worry about Catra escaping and stuff later, if this isn't a happy topic.

[heterochrocatic]

There's not a lot about home that's happy. Don't worry about it.

[ Catra shrugs. ]

[princesspower]

Not like here's any better.

[ Adora points out with a sigh. ]

Although... I have Catra here. And I met you, Tenten. So it's not all bad.

[71lines]

[She laughs a little, waving her hand. Well, that was kind of flattering!]

Glad to hear I can balance the scales.

[Her smile fades a little, thinking of the situation back home. Unknowing, as she was, that time back home was essentially frozen, it was a constant worry. Who had lived through the war? Had anyone? Would the Shinobi alliance last?

Tenten shakes her head, then leans back against the footboard of Catra's bed and heaves out an exaggerated sigh.]

Guess now I've got only a few weeks to figure out a birthday present for Adora, if we're still here. You two know how to put pressure on a girl.

[heterochrocatic]

You guys didn't need to do this for me.

[ Catra murmurs that softly, a bite of cake halfway to her mouth. ]

It'd be better if people didn't make a big deal about me. It's weird.