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driftfleet2015-12-02 08:53 am
flickerflash) wrote in driftfleet2015-12-02 08:53 am
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Who: Katie and anyone!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Marsiva
When: 1st December
[Oh. Well, this is new.
The bunks are comfy enough, and it's not exactly the first time Katie has found herself in an unfamiliar place. (Is it Thursday?) But it is the first time she's woken up in one for a long time, and so she squints at the door for a long moment trying to remember what she was last doing.
Then she peels off the bunk, blanket and all, and shuffles her way out to explore. She's not particularly worried, and most confusion goes right out the window when she see the giant windows that let her see out into space because seriously. She rockets over, face smooshed against the glass. That's probably where anyone on the Marsiva can find her for a long time, because space. Spaaace. This is the best accidental visit ever.
Much later, she'll actually think to check the comms, and only when she goes looking for the one she's meant to have. She turns up on the feed still with the sheet half draped over her curls and her nose still a little red from her mushed space-watching, and addresses the network cheerfully in a British accent.]
I think I took a left turn. Are we really in space? That's not just a clever painting or something, is it? Does that mean there are spacesuits? Can I go out in it? Is anyone here that I know? And what buttons do I push to leave again? Not that I didn't turn up here on purpose, because I've always wanted to see space and I really can't jump that far. Oh, but I should probably make sure, so if you could help I'd be much obliged.
...oh, I need a sword, too. Mine ran away.
[Hello, I am nine and full of questions and lies. But genuinely, she is curious. Something is afoot.
(But space.)]
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Marsiva
When: 1st December
[Oh. Well, this is new.
The bunks are comfy enough, and it's not exactly the first time Katie has found herself in an unfamiliar place. (Is it Thursday?) But it is the first time she's woken up in one for a long time, and so she squints at the door for a long moment trying to remember what she was last doing.
Then she peels off the bunk, blanket and all, and shuffles her way out to explore. She's not particularly worried, and most confusion goes right out the window when she see the giant windows that let her see out into space because seriously. She rockets over, face smooshed against the glass. That's probably where anyone on the Marsiva can find her for a long time, because space. Spaaace. This is the best accidental visit ever.
Much later, she'll actually think to check the comms, and only when she goes looking for the one she's meant to have. She turns up on the feed still with the sheet half draped over her curls and her nose still a little red from her mushed space-watching, and addresses the network cheerfully in a British accent.]
I think I took a left turn. Are we really in space? That's not just a clever painting or something, is it? Does that mean there are spacesuits? Can I go out in it? Is anyone here that I know? And what buttons do I push to leave again? Not that I didn't turn up here on purpose, because I've always wanted to see space and I really can't jump that far. Oh, but I should probably make sure, so if you could help I'd be much obliged.
...oh, I need a sword, too. Mine ran away.
[Hello, I am nine and full of questions and lies. But genuinely, she is curious. Something is afoot.
(But space.)]
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Have you been here long, your Majesty?
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[He has very simple tastes, yet somehow none of them exist here. It's quite the problem.]
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[You know, because she can obviously do that.]
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Now there was my first thought as well. You're welcome to try, girl. You'll not get far.
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I think I shall. If I find a way home, shall I let you know?
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I'd be pleased to hear it, girl. Might be a small thing like you might find some cranny to crawl through.
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Very well, then. If I shall find anything I will come right and report. [She gives a curtsey.] By your leave, your Majesty?
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[He likes her, but he doesn't want to go to any extra trouble having to bail her out of situations. She's more polite than some of the others he's met, at least.]
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Only to be waylaid by the kitchen and all its deliciousness. What was she doing again? Oh well.
Talk to you some other time, your kingliness.]