video

[revivo]

Who: Sara Lance
Broadcast: Everyone, new arrivals as they appear.
Action: Aboard the Marsiva.
When: This week.

[sara awakens with a gasp, shooting not just upright but to her feet and reaching for -- coming up empty-handed. she frowns, dropping her hand, and pivots on her heel to take a good look at her surroundings. this is...different. once she's convinced there's no immediate threat, she searches her bunk for what she knows is missing, and eventually notices the open feed on her communicator. there's a brief moment where she eyes it sharply, then clicks it off.

we were trained by the league; no prison can hold us. it's what she wants to say, but when she turns the feed back on ten minutes later, she seems more relaxed; some people might recognize the tune she briefly hums.]

So, [she draws out the word: sooooo] what's a girl got to do around here to find a little company?

Comments

[goodjob]

Talk like that, people're gonna start asking if you charge by the hour.

[Fiona, no.]

[revivo]

[she actually laughs, unruffled.]

You're the first, actually.

[goodjob]

[Oh, good, she can take a joke.] Yeah, most of the people here're real polite. [Her tone could lead one to believe 'polite' isn't really the word she meant.] What about you?

[revivo]

I'm not known for politeness.

['polite' is, incidentally, not necessarily the precise word she meant either.]