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driftfleet2015-06-14 01:00 am
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Who: Wrath
Broadcast: Fleetwide Video
Action: HS Marsiva hospitality deck
When: 6/13
[It's... probably a sad statement about Wrath's life that waking up in a strange place with something plugged into her neck? Not actually that weird. Not remembering how she got to said place? Also not that weird. Not remembering signing up for some kind of reality show?
At this point she just assumes that she's been subjected to another recode.
...okay, maybe a recode that went a little wrong. Who knows how much time she's lost, but it's an accomplishment that she's immediately aware of those things, she knows that. And she also knows better than to think about it too hard. Just have to roll with the punches.
Focus on what she can do. Which would be figuring out the communicator thing (hey, that's all pretty familiar!), try to read some stuff to get oriented, give up on reading, and just go for it.
So there you go. Tiny woman, bright pink hair, surprisingly deep voice.]
Maine? Orion? You around anywhere? Delta? North? Christine? Foxtrot? Whiskey?
[That basically covers everyone immediately important.]
Also, if anyone's seen my cane, I'd really like to have it back. It's about... uh. This big. [Holds hands apart.] And it's a cane. But don't press the button on it, there's a sword inside and the spring is kind of touchy.
And my chems. Those are kind of important.
And my kitten. This big. [Teeny.] Calico tabby with little pink jellybean toes.
That will be all, thank you.
[Very authoritative nod, sign off.]
[And after this, she's limping off to find a window and lose her damn mind with delight that she's in space. She can't wait to tell Maine! ...at some point.]
Broadcast: Fleetwide Video
Action: HS Marsiva hospitality deck
When: 6/13
[It's... probably a sad statement about Wrath's life that waking up in a strange place with something plugged into her neck? Not actually that weird. Not remembering how she got to said place? Also not that weird. Not remembering signing up for some kind of reality show?
At this point she just assumes that she's been subjected to another recode.
...okay, maybe a recode that went a little wrong. Who knows how much time she's lost, but it's an accomplishment that she's immediately aware of those things, she knows that. And she also knows better than to think about it too hard. Just have to roll with the punches.
Focus on what she can do. Which would be figuring out the communicator thing (hey, that's all pretty familiar!), try to read some stuff to get oriented, give up on reading, and just go for it.
So there you go. Tiny woman, bright pink hair, surprisingly deep voice.]
Maine? Orion? You around anywhere? Delta? North? Christine? Foxtrot? Whiskey?
[That basically covers everyone immediately important.]
Also, if anyone's seen my cane, I'd really like to have it back. It's about... uh. This big. [Holds hands apart.] And it's a cane. But don't press the button on it, there's a sword inside and the spring is kind of touchy.
And my chems. Those are kind of important.
And my kitten. This big. [Teeny.] Calico tabby with little pink jellybean toes.
That will be all, thank you.
[Very authoritative nod, sign off.]
[And after this, she's limping off to find a window and lose her damn mind with delight that she's in space. She can't wait to tell Maine! ...at some point.]

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Well, it killed some time. [Because what is sentimentality? He's allergic! ]
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I think I've been temporarily dead before, but I don't remember if I have been.
Drawing is also really good for killing time. And York knits.
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...York. As in Agent York?
Re: Video
... Probably not.]
You know York? Is he here? [She didn't know him as well as she knows some of the other freelancers, but that would still be a familiar face.]
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I...knew him, in the place I was before here. Not sure if he showed up agian here or not. Maybe?
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...so you're from his planet? Universe? Thing? [This is so confusing.] Because I know he's not from mine, he's one of the Immune.
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That is exactly what Paradisa was. Except, you know, it was a magical castle that fed off our emotions, but still, big scale douchebaggery.
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[She thinks her theory is way more plausible.]
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That is depressingly plausible, actually.
Wrap?
works for me!