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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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[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.]

[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.]

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

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?

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

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

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.

[Hahaha, fuck, he missed her.]

I'm ok. I've been here for a while. There's weird time shit going on and that's in the most simplistic terms possible. So. It's been a while since I seen you around.

Oh, great, time travel. [Grimly:] Just what you need when you come back from the dead.

How long's it been?

Uh.

[A little torn here between wait, you died??? and answering her question.]

Like a year, I guess. I didn't know you died. [He knew about Evy, but Fiona never said anything about dying......]

A year? Shit. Who else has-... huh. [There's a bit of disbelief in her tone.] Did you not read the reports, or did they stop doing them?

[...

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.........]

What reports.

[Which is its own mixture of confusion and self-consciousness, because what the fuck did he even miss out on. Like sure, he got through Asgard more or less in one piece, but that sounds. Important.]

( 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. )

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

Uh. [Uhhhh.] Don't worry about it, I'll figure it out when they give me my blackglass back.

What'd I miss in a year, huh? [It's not the smoothest transition, clearly trying to change the subject to keep him from... well, something. Excuse her if she's off her game.] Makes sense why your voice is different; you finally hit puberty.

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

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

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

[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.

[ His eyes narrow just slightly. ]

Of course not in space. But you're on a spaceship. Fires on a spaceship, that's a big problem. So if you have a history of that, it would be nice to know beforehand.

Try and think of the bigger picture.

On a spaceship in space, that's what I fucking meant! I don't have a history of shit, it was only the one time to get rid of those fucking rats! [Gesticulating wildly.] And that was in Chicago, which is only 'space' if you buy from Fat Eddy.

[ A deep frown ] You thought it would be a good idea to start a fire, so you can get rid of rats.

[ And at this exact moment, he realized he doesn't want this person on his ship ]

Good job. How did that work out for you?

We had to smoke 'em outta the walls! I was in seventh grade, gimme a break. You think I could afford one of those fancy exterminators while I was busting my ass breaking child labor laws, you've got another thing coming.

[A pause to try and decide if she should care about how much she just revealed about herself.]

[Nah.]

What are you, the fucking fire brigade?

[What the hell is a blackglass.]

Oh my god.

[Probably a good thing this isn't video (or maybe all the sadder), because he awkwardly covers his mouth.]

Jesus, I can't sound that different. [...] I think. [It's not like he has any way to tell.]

[ Oh, that kind makes sense. And if she had left it there, he would have apologized. Because that makes sense.

But it didn't end there so neither does he. ]

You're on a spaceship. Everyone on a spaceship should be their own fire brigade! Or did you miss the part where I said fires on a spaceship is a big deal!?

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