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driftfleet2016-08-11 11:01 am
survivra) wrote in driftfleet2016-08-11 11:01 am
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Who: katsa & you
Broadcast: fleetwide
Action: marsiva hospitality deck
When: now
—think you can do this to me again after all this time, but you can take your blazing courts and shards and shove it up your—
[ There's an audible thud as Katsa kicks a cot in front of her, bumping the bed a few feet and skewing it sideways into one nearby. Her rather angry string of anger cuts through the faint tinkling of bland, simple music in the background.
She certainly doesn't look like someone who'd be suited for an adventure in space, dressed in ragtag leather and furs that look as though she's thrown them together herself from a variety of dead animals. She also doesn't seem to be aware that anyone might be watching her; or perhaps it's more than she doesn't particularly care, for she scrubs the back of her hand across her eyes and scowls through what is very obviously only a half-hearted attempt at holding back tears. ]
You don't need me here. You can dress this up all you like—I don't have to do this. Whatever's outside that window, I shouldn't be the only one who gets to see it.
Broadcast: fleetwide
Action: marsiva hospitality deck
When: now
—think you can do this to me again after all this time, but you can take your blazing courts and shards and shove it up your—
[ There's an audible thud as Katsa kicks a cot in front of her, bumping the bed a few feet and skewing it sideways into one nearby. Her rather angry string of anger cuts through the faint tinkling of bland, simple music in the background.
She certainly doesn't look like someone who'd be suited for an adventure in space, dressed in ragtag leather and furs that look as though she's thrown them together herself from a variety of dead animals. She also doesn't seem to be aware that anyone might be watching her; or perhaps it's more than she doesn't particularly care, for she scrubs the back of her hand across her eyes and scowls through what is very obviously only a half-hearted attempt at holding back tears. ]
You don't need me here. You can dress this up all you like—I don't have to do this. Whatever's outside that window, I shouldn't be the only one who gets to see it.
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She reminds herself of it daily, even as the loneliness and longing for home creeps up on her. ]
Oh, of course, we're - we're in space, Katsa. You can't leave the Marsiva yet, and I'm not sure what kind of technology they have there, not really, but I'll bet it's enough to mess up your Grace. Don't worry, you won't be there for much longer, I promise, and then we can get you sorted out properly.
[ She remembers waking up herself, and it was far, far more uncomfortable than it had been before. She perks up, though, at the knowledge that Katsa knows Gendry... Sort of. ]
He left the Drabwurld long before we did, I think, but he still remembers it. He was a smithy there, in the Seelie Court, but...
[ She thinks she knew him, too, but so much had happened, all of her memories are a tangled mess, especially here when there's still so much going on. It's hard to remember each and every little thing that she did, all the things that happened to her. ]