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driftfleet2016-01-20 01:27 pm
goodjob) wrote in driftfleet2016-01-20 01:27 pm
$1 | video & action.
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.]
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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[But the ridiculousness of the answer does sort of, almost calm her down. She's still angry, but not quite to the point of trying to punch her conversation partner through the screen.] Okay, princess, gimme your explanation for this shit.
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[That little "nickname" very briefly startles Riona. Granted, she's not a princess, but it's close enough to worry her. She's been so careful about-
No, she can't know. It's impossible. Self-assured again, Riona composes herself.]
Well I have no way of knowing for certain either. But Atroma - the people who have brought us here - can bring people in from different worlds and from different points in time. They do so without our knowing it until it's too late and without anyone from our worlds ever knowing about it. Given that, it's not so terrible a stretch that they could manage to bring in two people who look alike. In fact, given that we're on some... show, as they call it, where people are watching us and seem to enjoy it when things go wrong or become very dramatic, I wouldn't put it past them to do just that.
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What's your dad look like?
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My father is dead.
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[Harsh, harsh as shit. It's easy to be cruel to someone wearing her face.]
What'd he look like?
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[Her jaw clenches. It's taking a lot of willpower to not tell this woman to go fuck a Genlock and be done with it.]
Tall. Broad-shouldered, well built. Natural dark hair, though it had gone gray from age. Blue eyes. [Pretty handsome, especially in his hey day. Or so her mother always said.]
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[Whoever this woman is, the man she's describing isn't Frank. Thank fucking God.]
What about your mom?
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Dead as well. And since I'm sure you're going to ask what she looked like, she was also tall. Dark red hair before it went white. Hazel eyes. Rather curvy, as some like to put it.
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[WOW where did all of that come from? Riona goes from quietly enraged to just flat out flabbergasted. She blinks for a moment, wondering if she heard all that correctly.
Lady, you've got problems.]
No, we're not. We're from different worlds. And when did I ever say anything about you owing me anything? You're the one who's been asking all the questions.
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Good. Let's keep it that way. You stay on a different ship from me and our paths don't fucking cross, okay, you clone bitch?
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Well then.]
You get assigned whatever ship Atroma feels like. If they assign you to mine, I have no control over it. Should that happen, you can transfer. Though I will seriously pity whatever ship gets you.
And it's Riona. Call me a clone bitch again and I will gut you. Am I clear?
[...well this is the first time she's had to pull her Queen tone on someone. While threatening them, no less. Good job, Fiona.]
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Riona just throws her hands up in the air. At this point she's just beyond floored. Angry and confused and just completely baffled by this woman.]
What? What in the Void is wrong with my name? Do those five letters personally offend you somehow?
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My name is Fiona. With an 'F'.
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[OKAY that explains that particular outburst a bit better. And admittedly, their names being all but a letter the same is a little odd.]
...what's your surname?
[They might as well get it over with, if there's more similarity weirdness to be had.]
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[Yeah, she's not liking this conversation either. And it's probably time it ended before someone does actually get stabbed.]
Look. Both our tempers are running high. You're determined never to talk to me again and quite frankly I won't push the issue because you're a foul-tempered little shit. So I'm ending this conversation and you can go on pretending I don't exist or whatever you want to do. If, for whatever reason you change your mind and have more questions about me to... reassure yourself I'm not you or a clone - whatever that is - then you can send me a message.
[A pause.] Though not about my parents. You know enough.
If you choose not to, which I suspect will be the case, then good-bye. And Maker help whatever ship you get shuffled onto.
[And she shuts off the feed, not caring or wanting to see whatever nasty response Fiona had in store.]
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