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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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I should push garbage around more often, as long as it doesn't have feelings!
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Don't you think if you realised you were garbage, you'd want to change? If you want to, you're not just garbage anymore, and if you don't, then you deserve all the pushing in the world.
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But I don't think I'd know for sure unless I walk a mile in garbage's shoes!
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But... I could make friends with people who don't have noses, right? I bet that'd be a real bright side!
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[She says that so mournfully.]
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You could apologise to them afterwards and feed them lots of fish. They're sure to forgive you for smelling.
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You think so? I'll have to try that out sometime! Good thing cats are forgiving... I just hope I don't look too fishy!
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You know, I turned my fingers into cats once! But it's not as awesome as it sounds.
A life with cat fingers is a tough one...!
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[Share your secrets, Steven. That sounds amazing.]
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I mean, I should be able to turn into other things. And there was one time I turned myself older. But... Everytime I tried using my shapeshifting powers, something went really wrong.
Sooo... for now, I'm gonna be just me!
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Maybe one day, I'll even be able to turn into you, Dorothy!
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