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driftfleet2016-03-01 06:32 pm
girlverine) wrote in driftfleet2016-03-01 06:32 pm
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...]
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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[She is assuming this is her Logan, since he recognized her.]
Whoever is kidnapping us, they are taking children. I found a child here, he is seven.
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[It's always worse when there's little ones involved, though.]
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[It made sense. That's what kidnapping organizations did, in her worldview.]
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[She frowns, uncertain, looking for confirmation.]
I was told not to cut it out?
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I've tried gettin' to mine. I ain't usually the nervous type, but I ain't been able to bring myself to do it yet. Got a feelin' you'll have just as much luck.
[He'd been considering having someone else cut it out of him. But setting up that whole procedure could be tricky. With Laura here, he might just need to start thinking on it again.]
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['Trigger' was a key word there, it made her all the more intent to try.]
I can attempt to remove mine.
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[The point is not to do it at all, but rather to do it when fear isn't an issue.]
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Okay.
[She frowns, a question she hadn't wanted to say in so long but there it was....]
What do I do now?
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[It's not impossible to get rid of a scent, but just your standard clean up detail isn't enough to fool their senses of smell. If she can pick up his old scent, it could be a promising lead.]
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Many people have been through this place recently. Most of them are not familiar.
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[She hesitates, sniffing again.]
Maybe.
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Did you?
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[At least, no one recent enough of whom he was strongly familiar with.]
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You mean to find where you were between here and when you were out on the other ships.
[She starts to walk as she says this, sniffing the area.]
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[And find nothing, probably, but at least it would give her something to do.]
How long have you been here?
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[A deliberate choice. He wasn't going to start scratching marks on the wall just yet. Things weren't quite that bad yet.]
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I will see what I can locate here and report back to you.
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It ain't pleasant, but the food there's better'n what's in the fleet. Make sure ya get some.