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[goodjob]

Who: Fiona Gallagher and you.
Broadcast: fleetwide
Action: the Marsiva
When: 1/20

[The camera manages to catch Fiona waking up with an angry yelp before she stumbles furiously out of bed, and off screen. Something like a muffled scream can be heard, but not seen. She's gone for a fair amount of time before she returns to addresse the camera directly.]

[She looks tired, a breath away from haggard. Her voice is harsh.] I feel like my room's been downgraded. What are our coordinates? [She frowns, scratches the back of her neck.] Where are we? And... how long's it been since the fire?

[That out of the way, she relaxes and asks in a more conversational tone:] And has anybody got a smoke? I'm definitely not quitting now. [She rolls her eyes.]

Oh, and Adrien, you owe me a drink. [Muttered:] At least.

[Anyone who wants to find Fiona on the bridge of the Marsiva is welcome to do so! They can find her when she just woke up, when she went off screen to scream into a pillow, or after the message when she'll be spending her time inspecting everything, and trying to find some cigarettes.]

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audio;

[feathery]

[So maybe she can't tell because he doesn't use video as a general rule, but he's squinting at the video feed.]

The only fire I remember happened a long ass time ago.

[He's talking about the fire that happened in Asgard. ofc.]

video.

[goodjob]

Dave? [A look of concern.] What- Are you okay?

permaudiocetera; unless i lied and he changes his mind later idk

[feathery]

Holy shit, you remember me??????

[Those question marks are audible. Feel accomplished, Fiona, they aren't even facetious.]

same but with video ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[goodjob]

Yeah, I fucking remember you. How do I forget your voice when you never shut up? [There's some fondness in her expression, though it's still on the harsh side. Now that she thinks about it, he does sound different. She'll worry about that later.] You didn't answer my question.

video

[bryces_pup]

[So being rather new herself, Riona has taken up to checking this network rather frequently. She hopes to see a familiar face, or if not, get a rough idea of the number of newcomers and see if she can help at all.

In her rather short stay, she's heard quite a bit of crazy shit. Different worlds, technology, and even time travel shenanigans. Which has thrown her for a loop and then some, but she's dealing with it, and foolishly, she thought she'd heard of the weirdest crap this place had to offer.

But one look at Fiona and she realizes she was very, very wrong.

There's a long moment of stupefied staring as Riona tries very hard to process this. There is a woman who looks exactly like her. She looks a little older than her, but the similarities are too exact to pass up as coincidence. She sounds completely different, but that barely registers with her.]

What in Andraste's name-

[Luckily, if nothing else, she's pretty sure she won't need to explain her utter confusion to this woman.]

video.

[goodjob]

Hey- Hey! Did they clone me? Did they fucking clone me? [She's definitely yelling, leaning forward like she's trying to menace the camera.] Is that what this is about?

video.

[bryces_pup]

Cl - what?

[Great, her lookalike is spouting nonsense. This is off to a good start. She glares back at Fiona, refusing to be intimidated. Though, admittedly, she is weirded out because... well, it's HER staring back at her.]

Ma'am, I have no idea what a clone is, but I am a very separate person from you. One that is equally as baffled as you are by this.

Re: video.

[goodjob]

Yeah, obviously. What the fuck is your accent supposed to be? British? They made me British?

[She's still too affronted by this situation to work through it rationally.]

video;

[airraid]

( welp. he's watching all of this with a fair amount of interest. even goes so far as to wait until she comes back and actually addresses the feed rather than stumble around like an angry, inebriated cat. )

You're not in Kansas, I can tell you that much. ( joker, you're not helping. you're not helping at all. )

video forever.

[goodjob]

[Eyeroll.] Do I look like a dog person to you?

[airraid]

( shrug! )

I'm not normally one to judge a book by its cover, so. ( you liar. ) Cat person?

[goodjob]

Human person. If it can't talk, I don't want it in my house. Space ship. Whatever.

You always assault new hires with movie references?

VIDEO

[sandhate]

I hate to sound paranoid, but did you start a fire?

video forever.

[goodjob]

[In an annoyed tone:] With what? My winning personality?

[sandhate]

[ eyes rolling ] Past tense. As in, in the past, have you started a fire? With - oh I don't know - a smoke.

[goodjob]

[Opens mouth to argue... closes mouth.] Not in space.

[She runs a hand down her face.] Look, the pyromaniac gene skipped me. I'm sorry if you had some kinda traumatic experience, [From her tone, she clearly thinks this would be a dumb excuse,] with cigarettes. But I could really use one, so let's try to think of the bigger picture, here.

voice.

[brokencopy]

... There was a fire?

[goodjob]

No, no, false alarm.

[brokencopy]

Fires are nothing to joke about.

audio;

[redactions]

Depends, you mind some Lucky Strikes?

[goodjob]

Mind? You're about to become my personal hero.

[redactions]

[ He chuckles, soft. ]

Unfortunately I can't give ya any, yet. There's no way on or off the Marsiva until you're shifted to one of the smaller ships.

action;

[heavenonearth]

[ castiel is sitting at the edge of his bunk on the hospitality deck, thumbing at the bottlecap from his pocket, when he sees her, screaming into a pillow, and yeah, all right, that seems a reasonable enough reaction, as far as he's concerned.

chuckling low in his throat, cas hefts himself up, fishing for the pack of cigarettes in his back pocket as he approaches, pulling one out and holding it out between his fingers, toward her. he has no idea if he'll even be able to resupply these things, but hey, he's always been a generous guy. ]

Looks like you could use it.

[goodjob]

[Fiona looks up absolutely horrified, like she was just caught doing something utterly shameful. For once, she's at a loss for words, and she kind of gapes at him. It takes some effort, but she forces herself past the embarrassment and focuses on the present. Looks at the cigarette and back at him, and remembers the request she put out on the network. Jesus.]

[What a nice guy?]

[She doesn't deserve to be around people like this. Or, really, they don't deserve to be around people like her.]

Thanks. Uh- but do you got a lighter?

[heavenonearth]

Of course.

[ he'd be lost without one. he's pulling out a second cigarette as he speaks, then the plastic lighter after, nestled right into the pack beside two neatly rolled joints. popping the second cigarette into his mouth, he offers the lighter to her first. ]

Knock yourself out.