the network

[Someone's breaking in this here video thing, because it's backward tech far behind what she's used to but she can understand it. Leia's hair is just in a braid on one side, and it's clear that she didn't intend to be doing this. Anyone who's seen her house, or who lives on her street can probably tell that she's sitting on her front stoop, and she's holding an open box with a bright blue ribbon. Inside the box there's a silver tube, and she lifted it up slowly.]

Is this supposed to be a joke?

[Her voice is deadpan and calm, even as she removes the saber and flicks the switch on, activating the blue blade.]

My brother is the jedi, not me. Does this mean that you have him somewhere? Or Ben Kenobi? Or someone else?

[She can't help that her hope is up a little about Luke, even if the saber is a different color than the one that he made after he lost his hand (and saber) to Vader.

Still the lightsaber in her hand feels right, like an extension of herself and if she closed her eyes she could still feel it with senses that she had locked away long ago. Now it was like someone (or something) had ripped the bandages off of them and she didn't like it one bit.]

Sorry to spring this on the folks just getting out of the hospital. [ Not 'new people'. That would only be more cause for confusion than what he's about to say. ] It'll make more sense if you go back and listen to the recent messages from Dr. Rousseau. In her first message she asked us to accept the leadership of the people who brought us here in exchange for certain freedoms. That's not really how it works.

[ Boy, is it nice to be able to speak his mind again. It took a few days, as he was told, for the consequences of attempting to do so to wear off so he could get on the phone for this at all. ]

They were trying to save the people of this world. I understand that. But to do it they made some choices, choices that kept us from making our own. Made us think their choices were ours. That's something they're gonna have to live with. They don't get to make decisions for us anymore. It's not up to them where we go from here. That's in our hands now, if they really intend to make up for their mistakes. In my experience those with power don't tend to give it up easily, so they've got a long way to go to prove that. Half measures where they approve who goes outside the fence and when don't count. Neither does retaining the positions they've given themselves in this town. They need to offer their cooperation, not ask for ours.

[ That might sound like it's the end of it — short and sweet. It certainly has a note of finality, and maybe you've even hung up on your own by now. But after another pause, he continues: ]

Some of you may have heard my conversation with the doc after her last message. I could only confirm one person for myself with the restrictions they gave me, but I can tell you a friend I've been missing is still alive in one of their cryo units. If people you care about have gone missing too, I'm willing to take them at their word that's where they are too.

[ Now he's done. ]

((ooc: The phone lines throughout Wayward Pines are currently very fucky and unreliable due to the damage to the town and also Raven blowing up a house, y'all. So your character will not necessarily have to pick up the phone this time, since not all lines will be ringing. Please feel free to say they don't hear this message right away or at all if that's your druthers!))

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