Jupiter knows that she should go outside. She knows this - but knowing is a lot different from understanding. The trees outside her window are fantastical, impossible in ways she doesn’t have a chance of knowing because she’s never been into botany or, uh. Science? She’s always been a little good at science but that’s not in a ‘liking it’ way, it’s a ‘gifted kid label’ way, and all that’s ever gotten her was expectations she could never meet even if her heart had been in it.
She looks down at her holophone. Who calls it a holophone? It’s a phone. Call it a phone. This thing probably has features she doesn’t even know about; it looks like someone imagined a phone and then didn’t really understand what a normal phone looked like.
(It reminds her a little of her radio, folded up in a pocket, gone dead silent. She should probably try to tune in back on God. Or the devil. Or the frequencies they’d set up at camp. Not that God really wants her? She’s trying to be okay with that, with being the devil, and wanting to be the devil, and being allowed to have that want, but - it hasn’t even been a week. She was still figuring out what she’d tell Dad when he got there and. She doesn’t know if she’ll see him again. That’s too much forethought for her. If she doesn’t want to see him, then it won’t hurt.)
Jupiter picks up her holophone and pages absentmindedly through the contacts for something - she doesn’t really know who she’s looking for. Maybe Venus. Maybe Neptune. Maybe --
Wait a fucking second that’s Neptune.
[msg] neptune ?? [msg] that’s you, right [msg] it’s jupiter, are you okay?