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driftfleet2015-06-13 09:23 pm
buttsbuttsbutts) wrote in driftfleet2015-06-13 09:23 pm
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Who: Sera & you!
Broadcast: Fleetwide audio
Action: HS Marsiva hospitality deck
When: 6/13
[It's the clothes that get her, before anything else.
They haven't been this clean since the day she got them, maybe not even then, and they smell wrong -- not like fresh air and sunshine, but artificial and flowery. Like they haven't been washed proper and hung out to dry. Like maybe they were cleaned with some sort of something else and she's not saying it's magic but, look, it's probably magic.
She shivers, and draws her legs up against herself, hugging her knees. This whole thing is wrong. It doesn't even feel fade-y or demon-y but it's still wrong, and terrifying by default.
It feels like a long time before she finally finds her voice, but in reality it's less than five minutes before she's on her feet, ready to start shouting. A good thing for her reputation, probably -- no one needs to know she was too terrified to move for approximately three minutes.
That's not to say she isn't terrified now. Oh, she's scared out of her wits, but it's easier to channel that blind terror into anger.]
HEY! [She's yelling at the top of her lungs.] You! Whoever! Little kidnapping shit with your stupid room!
[She gives her bunk a hard kick for good measure. ]
I know you're listening. Your sort always listens, because everyone else being afraid makes you feel big. So come out, then, yeah? We can talk. Talk talk, like people do.
No punching.
Or biting.
Or...hair-pulling.
Just talk. Promise.
[She hangs out for a few minutes before deciding to sneak out of the room. She's pretty sure her gear must be locked in a chest somewhere nearby because that's how bad guys always do it. ]
Broadcast: Fleetwide audio
Action: HS Marsiva hospitality deck
When: 6/13
[It's the clothes that get her, before anything else.
They haven't been this clean since the day she got them, maybe not even then, and they smell wrong -- not like fresh air and sunshine, but artificial and flowery. Like they haven't been washed proper and hung out to dry. Like maybe they were cleaned with some sort of something else and she's not saying it's magic but, look, it's probably magic.
She shivers, and draws her legs up against herself, hugging her knees. This whole thing is wrong. It doesn't even feel fade-y or demon-y but it's still wrong, and terrifying by default.
It feels like a long time before she finally finds her voice, but in reality it's less than five minutes before she's on her feet, ready to start shouting. A good thing for her reputation, probably -- no one needs to know she was too terrified to move for approximately three minutes.
That's not to say she isn't terrified now. Oh, she's scared out of her wits, but it's easier to channel that blind terror into anger.]
HEY! [She's yelling at the top of her lungs.] You! Whoever! Little kidnapping shit with your stupid room!
[She gives her bunk a hard kick for good measure. ]
I know you're listening. Your sort always listens, because everyone else being afraid makes you feel big. So come out, then, yeah? We can talk. Talk talk, like people do.
No punching.
Or biting.
Or...hair-pulling.
Just talk. Promise.
[She hangs out for a few minutes before deciding to sneak out of the room. She's pretty sure her gear must be locked in a chest somewhere nearby because that's how bad guys always do it. ]
no subject
Her lack of defense doesn't stop her from looking as surly as she can manage, though.]
You're here. That's an answer, innit?
no subject
I'm not an answer, I'm a captive. Apparently. They took my stuff, too.