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thetigressWho: Caterina Sforza
Broadcast: fleetwide and completely unintentional
Action: Marsiva
When: the 18th
[Hello, Drift Fleet! Don’t you love these unintentional recordings of new arrivals? No? Well, at least this one is nice to look at. Straight out of an Italian Renaissance painting, in fact.
Caterina awakens on the bunk wearing the same black and yellow gown that Cesare had had her dressed in. Her “tiger stripes,” he had said, damn him.
But she realized, as she looked about, that that was almost all that was the same. She was no longer chained or shackled. She was not caged. And this was neither the Vatican nor the Castel Sant’Angelo. Whatever else may be true of this place, that held promise. It was enough to improve her humor considerably.
As she starts to rise, she finally notices the communicator beside her. The curiosity plain on her face, she picks it up and examines it, turning it over in her hands.]
And what is this, I wonder?
[Action]
[Later, Caterina finds her way to the cafeteria. She's not expecting anything up to her normal standards, but after a siege and eating broth of boiled rat for a few weeks, she'll take what she can get. What she gets, however, is a great deal of confusion. Instead of anything remotely resembling a normal kitchen, she is greeted by a series of machines, all flashing lights and strange noises.
For a moment, she just stares. This is beyond ridiculous. It really is. But that doesn't mean that she doesn't have to deal with it, so, reluctantly, she steps forward to examine one of the food processors.]
Broadcast: fleetwide and completely unintentional
Action: Marsiva
When: the 18th
[Hello, Drift Fleet! Don’t you love these unintentional recordings of new arrivals? No? Well, at least this one is nice to look at. Straight out of an Italian Renaissance painting, in fact.
Caterina awakens on the bunk wearing the same black and yellow gown that Cesare had had her dressed in. Her “tiger stripes,” he had said, damn him.
But she realized, as she looked about, that that was almost all that was the same. She was no longer chained or shackled. She was not caged. And this was neither the Vatican nor the Castel Sant’Angelo. Whatever else may be true of this place, that held promise. It was enough to improve her humor considerably.
As she starts to rise, she finally notices the communicator beside her. The curiosity plain on her face, she picks it up and examines it, turning it over in her hands.]
And what is this, I wonder?
[Action]
[Later, Caterina finds her way to the cafeteria. She's not expecting anything up to her normal standards, but after a siege and eating broth of boiled rat for a few weeks, she'll take what she can get. What she gets, however, is a great deal of confusion. Instead of anything remotely resembling a normal kitchen, she is greeted by a series of machines, all flashing lights and strange noises.
For a moment, she just stares. This is beyond ridiculous. It really is. But that doesn't mean that she doesn't have to deal with it, so, reluctantly, she steps forward to examine one of the food processors.]
