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driftfleet2016-01-05 10:29 am
mistyday) wrote in driftfleet2016-01-05 10:29 am
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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.
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.
voice.
What evidence do you have to back up your claim?
[Show your work.]
voice.
voice.
I'm afraid you'll need to elaborate on what you mean by truth. Are you speaking of philosophical truth, logical truth, mathematical truth?
voice.
voice.
[There are no spiritual truths, for him. The only truth is what can be measured, quantified, proven without a reasonable doubt. Gods and mysteries don't fall under that category.]
voice.
Just cause you don't believe don't make it nonsense.
voice.
voice.
voice.
[B knows death; he's been able to see it, from the day he was born. Nobody ever comes back from it.]
voice.
voice.
If that were true, I don't think you'd be making quite so much of a fuss.
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