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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.
Re: voice
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How in skies' name would I know? It's all strange enough as it is. And as far as I was led to understand, not everyone is so happy about doing other people's bidding in the first place.
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[ Her head hurts. ]
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[Apparently, anyway, though it's never actually happened and the writers may have forgotten about that. Who even knows anymore?]
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