i ; video & action

[grounds]

Who: Octavia Blake and ??
Broadcast: Everyone
Action: Marsiva
When: Saturday morning (backdated)

[Luckily for Octavia's dignity, somehow her initial waking up freakout wasn't broadcast, so the first televised signs of her include the brunette leaning against the wall, curiously looking over her communicator. She jumps a little when it starts recording, but composure isn't too far off.

A raised brow greets the fleet, followed by a hesitant attempt at a smile. It's a bad one.]

So, space. [It's said in a very dry, unimpressed tone.] Anyone mind telling me what the hell's going on? I've got things to do, and this wasn't one of them... Whatever this is.

[She straightens, moving back to her initial bunk.]

And someone tell me what dick took my sword. I want it back.

Comments

[grounds]

Keep it boring. Watching your friends die isn't the type of "exciting" you want.

[Her voice is deadpan, except for the mocking in the last few words.]

[feathery]

[There's a pause.]

No. [It isn't sad or even melancholy; if anything, he sounds sick to death of death. Weary of it.] It really fucking isn't.

But [and his tone flips right back to dryly monotonous] it doesn't seem like Atroma's too keen on letting their hostage investments go to waste. No one's died yet since I got here, so I guess I gotta resentfully give them props for that.

[grounds]

Hm. [That's her own reluctant agreement of the prop giving.]

How long have you been here?

[feathery]

Like five months. Something like that. [Exactly like that.]

There were a couple mysterious attacks—though I missed out on the first one—and a ship full of zombie bug people, but nothing lethal on our end.

[grounds]

[If only he could see her face now.]

Glad I missed all of that, honestly.

[feathery]

[He forgets how off the wall this shit sounds sometimes. But nah, totally fair.]

Damn, and here Atroma probably thought this shit would have potential contestants lining up in droves. Their premise backfired on them.

[grounds]

No wonder we're yanked here like spare parts. It all makes so much more sense.

[Dry and sarcastic is your flavor of the day!]

[feathery]

I guess that means we did it. We figured out the mystery of why we're here. Beyond bored so-called higher powers, anyway.

[grounds]

Lack of volunteers would just be the icing on the crap cake we've been served.