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[mistyday]

Who: Misty Day
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Marsiva
When: January 5

[A woman wearing all black lies face up in her bunk, perfectly still, her arms straight out by her sides. It's impossible to tell if she's breathing or not, but surely she must be, right?

Right?

Watch long enough and you'll see her come alive, shooting straight up with a gasp that becomes a heart-wrenching sob. Tears stream down her face and she rocks back and forth. She's saying something over and over, but the only word that can be heard clearly is "No, no, no." This goes on for a long minute before she really seems to realize where she is.

Or rather, where she is not.]

Cordelia?!

[She scrambles out of the bed and stands in the middle of the room, calling out in her thick Louisiana accent.]

Zoe? .... Myrtle?

[She sinks back on to the bed, clutching her head in her hands, her breathing becoming increasingly labored as she tries to fight the panic.]

Shit, shit, shit. Oh God, please, help me. This ain't right at all.

[Not knowing what else to do, she assumes her prior position, closes her eyes, and starts to chant. Those from Earth might recognize it as Latin.]

Spiritu duce, in me est. [Deep breath.] Spiritu... duce. Spiritu - [Another sob and she rolls over on her side and curls into a fetal position.] No, no. I can't... I can't go back there.

✔ video ; action.

[airraid]

Who: some asshole joker.
Broadcast: video; fleetwide.
Action: the marsiva.
When: RIGHT NOW.

( BROADCAST ♦ if this is a hangover, i gotta stop drinking. )

( oh. this is – this is bad.

it takes him a second – maybe two, maybe more than that – to knock the fuzz out of his head ( and to realize that, at some point during his slumber, his hat had fallen off into the floor ), and sit upright on his cot, surveying his surroundings with the kind of scrutiny that comes from one too many nights spent trying to drink a krogan under the table and losing. normally, when he passes out drunk he wakes up in the same place he'd gone to sleep in or, at the very least, some universally familiar place that he can track from where he'd started.

this is neither of those things. and he's not all that happy about it.

it takes one look out those giant, crystal clear windows for him to come to the conclusion that yes, he's still in space, but no, he is most certainly not on the normandy, and you know what one thing has to happen for this one to lose his cool? take him away from his ship. and his commander. and –

he's so miffed and angry about this situation that he fumbles with his comm unit for a second – this isn't an omni-tool, what the hell!? – and while you all might have been watching from the very beginning, the audience is about to get a face full of beard and green eyes. ) Okay. I don't know what's going on here, but whoever's behind this has about two seconds before I –

( joker. you don't have anything you can possibly hope to threaten anyone with. a point which is made abundantly clear when he briefly checks his person and finds not only is he lacking his alliance uniform, he's lacking in pretty much everything. there's a small stretch of silence, and he huffs, decides to try again. )

Never mind, I'll let you ruminate on what I'm gonna do. Makes for a better threat that way. ( s i g h. you know, somewhere, shepard is thinking this is a riot, and who let you out of the cockpit, huh? ) Anyway –

Somebody wanna clue me in on where I am? 'Cause last time I checked, the Normandy doesn't have anything like this – ( waving an arm emphatically to encompass his surroundings, mhm ) – and I know my lady inside and out. This ain't her.

( an even smaller stretch of silence, and he drums fingers against his thigh when no immediate answer comes. ) Uh, I'm waiting. I don't know about you guys, but some of us have a war to get back to.

( ACTION ♦ at least this isn't watching buttons flash. )

( you know. just in case you want to run into him after he's squawked angrily at the network, had some time to cool down and is now meandering about the hospitality deck. checking things out. looking at the screens, out the windows … and basically being a grumpy piece of trash because he misses his ship. and shep.

he isn't in ship-shep shape.

this is a disaster. )