driftfleet | Video + Marsiva

Who: Kitty Pryde
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Marsiva, hospitality deck
When: Current

[It starts recording without her realizing it. She's exploring her new surroundings cautiously. She places a hand on one of the cots and then pushes it through as if the cot weren't there at all. She removes her arm and both it and the cot are unharmed. Just testing her powers, don't mind her. She got worried when she realized her claws were missing.

Then she gets a better look at her communicator. It's a different model than she's used to.]

Is this another prison?

[It wouldn't be the first time the AIs sent them to a new facility. A space prison is as fitting as anything else, but there's usually some kind of message about it. This feels different.]

Is anyone from the Defense Force around? [Pause.] Or the X-Men. [She couldn't really be home though could she? In space?] Or anyone. Preferably someone with a light. [She can't find her lighter, but she still has a pack of cigarettes on her.]

(OOC: So, the coloring they used in AoA often makes her hair look reddish or blond, but I doubt the post-apocalyptic reality was really where she was going to start dying it. If you have known a Kitty Pryde, please just assume she looks like her—possibly younger or older. Shorter hair though. <3)

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I haven't come up against a real reason to have a call to arms, but from what I hear things ain't always peaceful. Is a big bit of space out there, hard to tell what will come up against, non? Plus, always feel a little better to know got a few 'round who can handle themselves 'nd others if needed.

Fair enough. [She's still thinking at least lightly in terms of who might be good for a team to work toward escape, but she needs to learn more first.]

I do appreciate the info and the advice for what it's worth, Remy.

'nytime petite, though hopefully ya won't need it again.

'njoy ya time on the Marsiva 'nd see ya 'round once ya get placed on a ship.

It's a plan. You know how to reach me if you need me.

That I do, 'nd 'll send ya through my 'nfo so ya can contact me if ya need it. [It took a moment before her communicator got the information.]

Ya take care of yaself, petite.

Always do. [Except when she hurls herself straight into trouble.] You too, Cajun. [And with that she ends the feed.]