Moa

[And trailing in at the end of the event is a Moa. Friends and family may have heard that she knocked her head and was thus unable to go on the Spero trip, and visitors may have noticed that she was a little more loopy than usual - but still, it wasn't a bad bump, and other than the trip she's been fine.

She is apparently not fine right now. She is in fact just sitting there, on the edge of the bed, crystal in hand. It's hard to see it, but if you turn the volume up there's a bit of sound:

"She must have...[...]...taken. [...] I'm sorry."

There are gulls in the background. Someone sighs and murmurs something meant to be comforting. There is a silence, a silence where things should be said and they aren't, things should be done, but there's no direction to anything. Someone is walking away.

To the uncaring maybe it means nothing. But the ache here is practically tangible. From the crystal, a girl begins to cry.]

[The video is facing away from Moa's face, and towards an overstuffed binder. In the corners of the screen you can see other things: what looks like a clunky, old version of the communicators; a small pile of old posters advertising various things; a dead and dried rose. A few of the things brought back from the Spero trip.

Moa begins to speak. She sounds like she's keeping her voice very level and devoid of emotion.]

Green died on the way back from Spero. She was very sick, and she ended up drawing a gun. I'm sorry.

We saw a lot of things. And we brought back most of it, too. [Pause.] I want to show you this first.

[Then her hands are reaching out to the binder, which she opens to the first page and then slowly goes through, letting the camera record all of it. Here under "Binder" is all the information she is showing. Through it she makes no comments.

When we reach the last of it, she slowly closes the book and sets it down.]

...Minato, do you think I could come see you?

[The video turns off.

After a few moments something is added to the message.

Private to Lolita and Holden // 75% unhackable]

I'm sorry. And - ....and I know...everyone else is...not going to be sorry. But I...I am.

I... didn't...want this to happen.

[click.]

[ooc: I didn't see anyone else claiming the binder, so it is in inventory for public consumption, along with the communicator with the apple recording (henceforth to be known as the applecator!). She'll let you look at them if you want to come over.]