video/action

[artifacetious]

Who: Claudia Donovan and YOU
Broadcast: VIDEO, Fleetwide
Action: Y, if you're on the Marsiva!
When: late May

See. I'm used to being whisked away to other universes, but usually there's a point to it. Saving the world tree or helping in a war or whatevs, big ticket things that would actually merit prying open a wormhole and plucking us from all over to help. Not... for intergalactic reality shows. Are you kidding me? This [ she waves both hands at her surroundings ] cannot actually be what they want from us.

[ She is incredibly displeased, she was told she was going home and the Marsiva definitely is not home. It's an unwanted detour. ] If anyone does know what they want from us, feel free to speak up! Or outerspace big brother could speak up! Outerspace!!

[ Claudia settles down with a huff, and picks up the beautifully crafted elven guitar she was allowed to keep from her time in Asgard. That's something, at least. The feed cuts off but anyone on the Marsiva will hear her playing from against the wall on the hospitality deck. ]

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[interspace]

Twenty-two.

[ Misha's older, it's her face! Hah. ]

Let's just—not with the computer analogies anymore. How old are you?

[artifacetious]

...twenty.

[ Damnit. ]

[interspace]

[ Well, okay. A grin spreads across Misha's face to find something that is, in fact, different. Not to mention she isn't the baby for once now. ]

Hah. Well then. I guess that makes me the original... whatever this is. Or, well, the older and wiser of us, anyway. I don't actually want to think about implications on the space-time continuum.

[artifacetious]

Okay, let's get it straight, there's no original-slash-copy deal happening. You can be older, ma'am, but we're different people... with the same face. Which is whackadoodle yeah... but it's not like I haven't been wandering around the city and thought "wow that person could be this other person's twin" so we can deal.

[ Claudia rubs at her face, then peers back at the video. ] No implications.

[interspace]

Did you just call me ma'am? Anyway, that was a joke. A really bad joke. Trust me, I get the idea, it's just... I really, really never thought it might apply to me.

[ Because no, this just isn't right. She can't have her face being used by someone else, that isn't how the multiverse works. Obviously! ]

[artifacetious]

I did -- you're older, it's a sign of respect, riiiight? [ Also a bad joke. Claudia sighs. ]

Look, neither of us can give up our face so we're just going to have to deal with it. Somehow.

[interspace]

Well, yeah, I can deal with it. The question is: can everyone else deal with it?

[ She gives tentative smile. She grew up with twin sisters, she knows what kind of trouble they could get into if they wanted. ]

[artifacetious]

Well who's the everyone else? If one of us showed up in the other's home world, that would be bizzaroland, but here? Nobody knows any better.

[ Claudia thinks, then shrugs. ] There must be some differences visually, right?

[interspace]

That doesn't change the fact that we've got two people with the same face running around whether they know who we are or not.

Well, obviously. Wear and tear. Freckles, scarring... exact skin tone and all that. [ She's very studiously not messing with her face right now to avoid bringing her own attention to the big honkin' difference hiding under her concealer. ] Laymen wouldn't be able to tell, though.

[artifacetious]

Hmm. One of us could wear our hair up? [ she doesn't want to be that person though ]

[interspace]

[ She considers, then pulls out a visor and clicks it into place on earpieces previously hidden by her hair. ] Hairband.

[ It slides back and pulls her hair with it. Ta-daa. ]

How's that?

[artifacetious]

Distinctive, easily noticeable, not too dramatic... me likie. That'll work.

What's it meant for?

[interspace]

Keeps it out of the way when I'm going too fast. [ She taps the visor itself. ] And I might or might not need the prescription. Sometimes.

[artifacetious]

Old age is catching up, eh ma'am? Motorcycle or convertible for your midlife crisis mobile?

[interspace]

Well, I could show you, but I don't want to make anyone jealous here.

[artifacetious]

But now I'm super extra curious. Try me.

[interspace]

[ Misha shrugs, sets the comm down and away. Thankfully she's somewhere roomy enough to do this. She stands, moves as if to do a backward cartwheel, but her hands never touch the ground and she's twisting, ascending and flying around the camera until she's back in front and floating about four feet in the air. After a moment, her legs come up and cross underneath her to a comfortable sitting position. ]

Now imagine that, but closer to hundreds of miles an hour.

[artifacetious]

...you're right. Super jelly.

[ Though there's almost certainly an artifact that could let her do something like that. ]

[interspace]

I could give you some spiel about how the cost leading up to getting like this wasn't worth it, but... [ She shakes her head. That's true, but flight is a pretty damn cool this to get in exchange. ]

So, visor. Headband. It's the least I need.

[artifacetious]

I'll keep my feet on the ground, then, thanks for the tip.

[ She's curious, but not going to dig with a newly acquainted anyone. ] So you'll keep that on for awhile? It'll totes work to tell us apart for now.

[interspace]

Eh... [ Said like that, Misha huffs and lowers herself back to the ground. Feet on the floor, Meesh and all that. WOE IS HER, etc., etc. ] You do that.

Well, no, but you'll... see soon enough. Excuse my vanity for a little while longer.

[artifacetious]

[ Claudia raises an eyebrow. ]

Vanity? It looks fine.

[interspace]

Like I said, you'll see. I've got a... thing. [ She makes a vague gesture toward her face. ]

Anyway. We'll be fine. No one will mistake us unless we want them to.

[artifacetious]

Sure.

[ She grins, then, thinking of all the pranks they could maybe possibly pull. ] Could be fun, eventually.

[interspace]

Oh, you have no idea. The potential pool of pranks we could pull? Crazy.