driftfleet | First Mission - Video/Action for the Marsiva

Who: Laura Kinney/X-23 and you!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: For the Marsiva
When: March 1st

[Broadcast]

[When the feed clicks on, it's a close up of Laura sleeping on one of the cots on the Marvisa, her fingers coiled around a silver locket hanging from her neck, and she looks...almost peaceful?]

[But it's a very short moment, as after a few seconds, her eyes spring open, and for a few more she doesn't move, perfectly still, not even breathing, just listening to her surroundings. When she sits up finally, it's a single smooth motion that sends the communicator spinning off the bed and clattering to the floor, filming upward as the teenager stands, her hands balled into fists. She was dressed in a black leather jacket, a purple tanktop and dark blue jeans, and would have looked like a pretty normal teen if not for the intense expression on her face. Slowly she scanned the room, head tilted to the side as she listened to the sounds of the ship, and...sniffing? Was she smelling the ship?]

[Not getting whatever information she was hoping for, she turns and kicks the phone by accident, glancing over as it skittered away and then crouching down to scoop it off the floor. She frowned as her eyes search the screen, and after a few seconds, she finds the right button and the feed cuts out.]

[When it kicks back on, perhaps fifteen minutes later, it's pointed at one of the viewports on the ship, out at the stars, and Laura can be seen standing behind it on the reflection of the glass. She looks...uncertain now, hesitant, clearly her exploration did not turn up what she wanted it to. Finally she addresses the camera without turning it towards herself.]

Where am I?

[Action]

[Laura could be found moving quietly around the hospitality ship, mostly keeping to herself, sometimes sitting where she could look out the windows or where she could watch other people without being particularly intrusive, or just watch the feeds on her communicator. She was studying the ship, studying the people, studying the situation, trying to figure out what she could learn before she made any decisions about what to do next.]

[She was a bit jumpy, honestly, though not to the point of being dangerous yet. But if there was one thing X-23 hated, it was being held prisoner, and this ship was certainly a prison. In moments where she thinks she is alone, one of the long, metal claws slides out from between her the knuckles on her right hand and traces patterns on her forearm, X's and O's mostly, just deep enough to cut, not deep enough to last more than a few seconds with her heeling factor. It's not a good thing, but it helps her focus, helps her deal...]

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...Yeah, that sounds about right.

[Super smell? Maybe? He doesn't know, he doesn't get all this magical powers stuff. ]

Anyway, you've been kidnapped by a group of people called Atroma. I don't know if you know what one is, most people don't, but you've been taken to be on their TV show.

...We are being watched?

[She knew what TV was, even if she rarely bothered to actually watch it. She turned away from her phone though, searching the walls for cameras.]

Yeah. You won't see any cameras, I have no idea HOW they're watching us, but they definitely are. The TV show might not even be real, but them keeping an eye on us? Very real.

They'll have put a chip in your head, it puts all the info about space and the job you're supposed to do. [Quickly: ] D-don't try to pull it out. It's...really not a good idea and you'll regret it.

[Luckily she'd already been told about the chip, so she didn't try to cut it out again. But clearly he knew more than she had.]

What happens if we cut it out?

I've never done it myself, but whenever anyone's tried, they get like...this crippling dread- thing? As in you-can't-even-move kind of dread.

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There is nothing they can do to me that I would fear.

[That was the information she wanted, and now her claw is sliding from her hand, seemingly intent on trying to cut the chip out.]

[Oh balls. ]

No! Wait, you really don't want to do that! I mean, is there even anyone on board to help you if it goes wrong?

[That...was a good point, and after a moment she lowers her hand again.]

I don't know. There are other people here.

[Not that she knew if they'd help her.]

Okay, that's something, but I'd still say to not do it until you're free of the Marsiva. The ships here have clinics, people who can help you. Because chances are? It might really, really hurt you. You wouldn't wanna risk that, right?

Being hurt is not a concern for me. I would not need help to heal.

[She has a tendency to get blown up and walk away.]

[That...explains a lot.]

Healing powers, huh? Well, you never know if Atroma will just decide to straight up shut them off. They have access to our brains, they can do whatever they want to us. Which, believe me, sucks, but it does mean we can't count on anything we can do.

[She wants to say that would be impossible, but she has read about dampeners that could suppress mutant powers. Still.]

They are working now. I could try before they do it.

I guess you can do whatever you want, but it's probably really not wise.

[Luckily Logan told her not to.]

I will wait until I have been...assigned somewhere.

[Thank you, Logan! ]

That's a good idea. Safer, y'know?

I'm Sokka.

Mm. [She didn't really worry about safety much.]

My name is Laura.

Nice to meetc you, Laura. Sorry it's under such miserable circumstances.

[Ah, small talk. That thing she was terrible at.]

Okay.

How long have you been here?

About a year and a half. Which, trust me, I am so ready for finding us a way home at this point. There's only so much space shenanigans you can take before it gets too old, y'know?

A year and a half.

[She had not been expecting that answer at all.]

And no one has escaped?

Hm. I cam in not long after this cycle started.

People have gone. But no one really knows where to. Maybe home. Maybe somewhere else. Diamond only ever said they were 'safe'.