driftfleet | out of one prison & into another

Who: Bucky & You
Broadcast: ?????
Action: From the Marsiva
When: 7/28

[Consciousness came slowly, like climbing out of a fog. Before he opened his eyes, he knew something was amiss; the familiar noises that accompanied him waking up were absent. There should be some sort of noise, be it the hiss of the cryostasis chamber, or the bumbling gait of the scientists that aided in mission preparations.

Nothing.

Blearily opening his eyes, he was startled if not perplexed. This wasn't right. His mission, he--
Head whipping around, his vision darted rapidly for the windows and all points of entry. No sign of anyone else around. Captain America- that had been his mission, but this was...impossible.

Getting off the cot, the joints of his bionic arm creaked as he pushed himself to stand. The large window caught his eye, the view of the stars impressive. They invoke some sort of feeling in him, though he's not sure exactly what.

The lack of any sort of life around is concerning, though not unwanted. Being alone is something of a treat, and the gentle hum of the station itself helped quell the noise in his brain for now. It also helps that he's got a basic comprehension of where he is, though it doesn't particularly calm him.

Despite the freedom to move about, he can't shake the feeling of being snared, like there is something he is missing just out of reach. While there is no one in the immediate area, they could be close, and he opens his mouth to speak.]

..Hello?

[The single word is slightly hoarse, scratching at his throat from disuse, but perhaps not unheard.]

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[He can't help but look around the station where he is at the moment and shrug to himself. Of course he had. What good would he be if he didn't case the area? It was foolish not to know where the blind spots were.]

Yes.

Not much to see, is there? Oh well... but at least there's some stuff to do. Truth be told, when I was on there? I made a blanket fort.

It's..plenty to look at.

[However, the view of space is calming, but fills him with a sense of unease. It's that feeling of insignificance.

He tilts his head in question, about to ask why, but decides quickly that he doesn't wish to know.]

It will be fine.

[ That's too bad. She really hopes he'll open up to... someone, eventually, even if she can't manage it. She just doesn't have the touch, as much as she really wants to be able to help. ]

Is anyone else on there with you right now?

Just one other. Interaction is kept minimal.

[He's seen Nux, but that doesn't mean he wants to be friendly with him. He would rather take advantage of the solitary before it's taken away from him.]

Why is that?

[ There's a lot of reasons someone like this could be avoiding other people, but she's a tiny bit worried it might be because of the person he's with, too. ]

Unimportant.

[He doesn't know why he's omitting that detail out of any he's already given. Realistically, he's surpassed being a traitor for even revealing anything at all.

He's been told this place is different from back 'home', but really, that hasn't been proven yet... It could be a lie.]

out of one prison & into another

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