Maxine Caulfield (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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driftfleet2015-08-08 08:46 pm
timelapsed) wrote in driftfleet2015-08-08 08:46 pm
Entry tags:
first photo ; video
Who: Max Caulfield & Anybody
Broadcast: Open
Action: SS Marsiva
When: Saturday, pre-shuffle
[ Max is almost used to waking up in weird places. But when she awakens to the crisp, clean, sterile surroundings of the Marsiva's hospitality deck, she knows something is wrong. Her dorm room, Chloe's room, school maybe, the lighthouse... but this felt more like a hospital. Where...? ]
This isn't... where is this? [ She's quick enough to her feet, glancing around. ] Calm down, Max, just need to figure out... where......
[ She trails off when she catches sight of those bowing windows in the viewing bay, showing... space. ]
No way. No way... This can't be real.
[ She seems to be in denial for a few moments. Gaping, staring, taking a step back...
And then, hands shaking... she pulls out an old instant camera and snaps a picture. "Always take the shot." That's what she had been told.
She shakes the photo that pops out for a moment, then stares at it, as if the view would somehow be different. But alas, it is not. ] This is really happening, isn't it? I'm in space. How?
[ Assume she's open to messages here. During and following those, though, she'll be snooping around the deck, looking at and through anything and everything. Snoop, Max, snoop and figure things out. ]
Broadcast: Open
Action: SS Marsiva
When: Saturday, pre-shuffle
[ Max is almost used to waking up in weird places. But when she awakens to the crisp, clean, sterile surroundings of the Marsiva's hospitality deck, she knows something is wrong. Her dorm room, Chloe's room, school maybe, the lighthouse... but this felt more like a hospital. Where...? ]
This isn't... where is this? [ She's quick enough to her feet, glancing around. ] Calm down, Max, just need to figure out... where......
[ She trails off when she catches sight of those bowing windows in the viewing bay, showing... space. ]
No way. No way... This can't be real.
[ She seems to be in denial for a few moments. Gaping, staring, taking a step back...
And then, hands shaking... she pulls out an old instant camera and snaps a picture. "Always take the shot." That's what she had been told.
She shakes the photo that pops out for a moment, then stares at it, as if the view would somehow be different. But alas, it is not. ] This is really happening, isn't it? I'm in space. How?
[ Assume she's open to messages here. During and following those, though, she'll be snooping around the deck, looking at and through anything and everything. Snoop, Max, snoop and figure things out. ]
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Nice one.
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I'm sorry, but I don't believe I've caught your name yet.
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I'm Allen, as I...uh, said before. Allen Walker.
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We're mostly left up to our own devices. What you decide to do with your time is your choice, it seems.