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[fuga]

Who: Lauralae
Broadcast: Video
Action: On board the HS Marsiva
When: 10th until Shuffle!

VIDEO;

[ The feed opens on what appears to be nothing more than a nest of darkness, shifting only when the figure that owns it shifts. It turns out to be dark, matted hair, sticking to pale skin and only separating through small slits as gloved fingers move and press the stands away - both sweat and blood bead against her face and she sits up, breathing out hard and pushing herself away from the bed with a quick, jerking motion, as if afraid of her own shadow. Her fingers shake and her skin pale and marred, streaks of blood decorating her like an artist's paintbrush against a scarred canvas.

It takes her a little while, but she finally pushes herself up. There is silence for a moment, only broken by the sound of her heavy breathing, until her hands reach out and pick up the device. The feed itself shakes with her fingertips, almost more bone than flesh, until she speaks, voice low and hoarse, exhausted. ]

Where am I.

[ Anyone currently on board the Marsiva will find her on the same bed she had woken up on, surrounded by what seems to be a circle of red with her legs tucked under her - what, exactly, she had been doing was a matter worth debating, but she seemed fit to faint under the weight of nothing sooner than she would be fit to explain anything. ]

Comments

text;

[robitussin]

[...she stares at the feed for a long while. what.]

okay seriously what the FUCK

[clearly the most productive reaction.]

text;

[fuga]

[ There's a long pause, because Lauralae has very little idea what she is doing when it comes to modern technology, but she soon manages to find out how to reply. ]

Who are you

text > video;

[robitussin]

hang on a second

jesus christ this is so weird

[and true to her word, a few moments later she's switching on the video feed. her face is cleaner, no blood to be seen, and less pale. still, the similarity is striking.]

Please tell me this is some really weird dream.

video;

[fuga]

[ The feed changes and Lauralae gazes at it as if she's stuck in some kind of horror film, her eyes widening before they move and drop into narrow slits, guarded and dangerous. She feels behind her, hoping to find a weapon, but of course there is nothing - it had been taken from her long before she awoke. ]

What sorcery have you cast upon this? I will not fall prey to any demon.

video;

[robitussin]

I'm not a demon, lady, chill. I have as little idea as to what's going on as you do.

video;

[fuga]

I do not need to be cold. [ She leans away from the camera, as if the thing itself is causing all her problems. ] Speak to me no longer. I heed no whispers from those that steal faces.

video.

[intelligently]

Are you okay?

( Because there sure is blood on that girl, and that's concerning. It won't matter where she is if she's hurt )

video.

[fuga]

I am well.

[ Her breathing still comes with some difficulty, but she gazes into the camera with an intensity that betrays how on edge she truly is. ]

Allow me to ask once more. Where am I?

video.

[intelligently]

You're on the Marsiva. In space.

( There's a pause, and then: )

Is that blood yours?

video.

[fuga]

Yes.

[ She doesn't give more explanation than that, simply sitting up a little taller and breathing out. She hates having to be in debt to another, but - ]

What is space?

[intelligently]

The stars that you see at night. They'repart of space.

( And her final go: )

There are medics on the Marsiva that can help heal you.

video

[experiencepoints]

[Why this. Why this!!]

Natalie, please tell me that blood isn't yours. What happened? Are you okay?

video

[fuga]

[ A frown as she leans over the device, shaking her head. ]

I do not know Natalie.

video

[experiencepoints]

[... right, right, Natalie goes by a different name now.]

Right. Opal. Sorry.

video

[fuga]

[ She shakes her head, turning away for a moment. ]

I know if Opal, but she and I are not the same.

[frigidaire]

On a spaceship in the middle of nowhere, Space. It's pretty weird, but you'll get used to it.

[ Isaac Lahey is the worst welcoming committee ever, and shouldn't be allowed in public. ] It's not all that bad here.

[fuga]

Space. Ship.

[ She repeats the words as if they're disturbingly foreign - which they are - before she mutters something in an entirely alien language. ]

I have seen nothing that is good.

[frigidaire]

Yeah. You know, hunk of metal. Flying. In space.

[ so sorry, he's the worst. but he doesn't consider someone might not know about space or anything in between. ]

The food here is pretty bad, but the people aren't awful and the beds are comfortable at least.

[fuga]

I do not know metal in space.

[ And Lauralae just stares at him, almost intensely, before she nods her head, once. ]

The bed is better than the ground.

[frigidaire]

Yeah, uh. I mean it's like a ship. You know, a boat, on an ocean and stuff. But in space. And made of metal. We're just kind of... floating along.

[ is this girl for real? how do you explain spaceships? ]

Uh. Well. Beds are always better than the ground, but maybe that's just where I'm from.

video.

[ofkirkwall]

[ Hawke smiles, as is her want to do, choosing to ignore the blood for the moment. There are many different reasons for it, she should know considering how much blood found it's way into her clothes and hair on a daily basis. ]

You're in space.

[ Helpful. ]

video.

[fuga]

[ Lauralae stares back, not smiling but not frowning, either. Her eyes are dark and intense, unflinching as she watches the woman on the other end of the strange device. ]

I have been told so.

[ Not that it means anything to her, but... ]

[ofkirkwall]

Damn, I had a witty explanation about space all ready. [ How cruel life is, denying her such small pleasures. ] Have they told you much else? I might be able to help.

[fuga]

No.

[ There's a moment's pause, before she tilts her head. ]

What do you demand in return?

[ofkirkwall]

In a perfect world? My dog. But as that is seemingly impossible right now, nothing.

[ No need for money when she has friends who are practically rolling in it. ]