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[The first thing Daneca Wasserman does is the absolute last thing she should do.]

[She panics.]

[Something is wrong and she knows it. This room isn't hers. Not the ones she recognizes and remembers anyway. And yet this is her cabin. She checked six - no seven - times.]

[So Daneca panics and then immediately vanishes out of sight.]

No, no, stupid, [she mutters, berating herself as she hurries down the hall, footsteps reverberating off the walls. Normally Daneca would just hide out in her room until she could calm down, but her room isn't there.]

[She throws herself down in a chair in the common room, hugging her knees and trying to take as little space as possible. Maybe if she just keeps repeating to herself over and over again quietly that it's okay she'll believe it eventually.]

[Daneca does gradually come back into view, head buried in her knees, once she manages to calm herself down enough with some deep breathing.]

voice.

[Once she's visible again, Daneca tries her room again. It's still the same - not right, that it is - but she can do this. She just needs to find out what's going on with other people.]

How many people have found their rooms aren't what they remember it to be?

((ooc: daneca is now from haven! her trouble is becoming invisible when she's stressed/anxious. you can still hear her though and see what she's interacting with, but otherwise she's completely invisible.))

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[Daneca appreciates the extra space without being consciously aware that he's giving it to her. The whole thing takes a lot out of her not so much on a physical level, but definitely on an emotional one. A little room to breathe makes a difference.]

Captain? [She cants her head.] Sorry, you just seem a little young to be a captain. You must have impressed the right people.

[semifreakingnormal]

That's what I thought. [He ducks his head, not quite hiding his smile. It's only a little smile. He's dealt with Doctor Deaton's death, for the most part.]

In all honesty, I think I got lucky.

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[Daneca's smiles is very faint and distant though it's slower to appear and fade away than the last.]

Luck still counts for something.

[Her bad luck of being screwed with this Trouble sure as hell counts even if she wishes it didn't.]

[semifreakingnormal]

I suppose it does.

[He wants to ask what it is, but he doesn't want to chase her smiles away for good, either.]

The good always comes with the bad, but - the bad always comes with the good, too. At least there's that, huh?

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[She laughs a little.]

You haven't been on the Barge that long, have you?

[semifreakingnormal]

[He ducks his head, sheepish.] I suppose not, but it can't be all that different. Everything comes around again.

[advocacy]

Yeah, I guess it does.

So what are you here for? I mean on the Barge, not being in the common room.

[semifreakingnormal]

Well - a friend of mine is in some trouble, back home. [His best pal is kind of dead and he kind of needs to make that right.] I guess that's kind of selfish, huh.

[advocacy]

[Daneca shakes her head.]

I don't think so. Honestly if you say anything else, most of the inmates will call you out on it. It's better to be honest about what you're getting out of it than pretend like you're just doing it out of the goodness of your heart.

[semifreakingnormal]

Everyone's got a motive, I guess.

[He smiles lightly, raising his eyebrows.] What about you?

[advocacy]

Iiit's...kinda personal. But um. [Daneca fidgets a little in her seat.] Where I'm from some people have a Trouble. I want to get rid of mine so I can just be normal.

[semifreakingnormal]

Is that, um - [He gestures vaguely, hesitantly.] Is that why I didn't see you, before?

[advocacy]

[Daneca nods sheepishly.]

[semifreakingnormal]

Sounds mighty useful, to me, but - I can see why you might call it a trouble.

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It's not really all that useful if you can't control it.

[Daneca sighs a little.]

It only happens when I start to get stressed out or afraid.

[semifreakingnormal]

I suppose not. That can't make things much easier, if that's when it comes up.

Is there...any way to control it?

[advocacy]

Beyond avoiding stress and never being embarrassed ever? No.

[semifreakingnormal]

[He nods, making a face that's almost a grimace, but is mostly just sympathetic.]

I'm sorry. It must be tough, not being able to, well...do anything about it.

Maybe we should change the subject, huh?