Feb. 18th, 2015

002.

Feb. 18th, 2015 05:29 pm
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Who: Riku and Sora, open!
Broadcast: from the Abeo moon!
Action: ... in Abeo prison. 8D
When: Now!

[ the feed flickers on to show two faces--riku and sora. they're both in a dingy, enclosed space, with riku looking a little peeved. ]

Anyone on Abeo, from the Bloodsport? Or... any ship?

Anyone without flashy hair. [ Sora cuts in, looking exasperated. ] Spikes are not flashy. This is...sorta natural. Anyway, we need someone to bail us out!

They're flashy here. [ 8| ] What he said. I can't believe you actually got thrown in jail...

I can't believe you got thrown in jail! [ He gives a tug at the spikes of his hair. They're only half natural, but shhh. ] Apparently if they think your hair is too fancy or weird here, it's a crime. So, we need someone who doesn't look like that or whatever to come get us out. Because you'll get thrown in too, apparently.

[ riku just makes this annoyed noise. ] Of course I got thrown in jail, I look weird! You'd look normal if you didn't spike your hair!

[ And Sora looks SO AFFRONTED. ] At least I don't have old guy hair!

At least I don't have clown shoes!

They aren't clown shoes! And you used to wear waders over your jeans. [ But for all the arguing, neither actually looked legitimately mad. ]

[ it's far more like they're both enjoying ribbing the other, while getting out their frustrations at the situation. ] Used to, but I quit. You're still wearing weird stuff. What was that in the dream world, anyway?

There was nothing weird about my dream world clothes. Was there?

[ riku opens his mouth, but then, looks befuddled... and presses his hand against his mouth. hm. was there...? ]

Exactly. [ he sticks his tongue out at his friend, and then reaches for the device. ] I think we're getting off track.

--hey, if you wanted to make your own broadcast, you should've remembered yours. [ shaking his head. ] Whatever the bail is, I'll pay it back to whoever gets us out. I've got more than enough.
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Who: Stephanie Brown
Broadcast: Fleetwide video
Action: HS Marsiva
When: 2/18

[ Focus on Steph's face as she starts to wake up. She wrinkles her nose, groans softly as she rolls onto her side... and then her eyes snap open. ]

What the...?

[ The camera pulls out as she sits up, looking down at herself. She's still in her costume, hood and cowl pulled back, not in a hospital gown, no tubes or needles attached to her anywhere. The costume's even in one piece. And-- ]

Nothing hurts. [ It's muttered, to herself - she's still a little too disoriented to realize she's being filmed. ] Why does nothing...

[ She presses a hand experimentally against her left shoulder. No pain, no blood or bullet wound... A slight lump under the fabric of her costume that might be a scar, but it seems long healed. What. The hell.

Steph rolls out of the cot, getting to her feet slowly like she's afraid she'll fall over. She's fine, though. Totally fine. At least, until she finally notices the big viewing windows looking out on the void. She exhales slowly, eyes wide, as she approaches the window. ]


Okay. So either this is random neurons firing while my brain shuts down, or... we're not in Gotham anymore.

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