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driftfleet2016-08-30 09:26 am
ladybro) wrote in driftfleet2016-08-30 09:26 am
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Who: Kate Bishop and YOU.
Broadcast: Fleetwide.
Action: Lavandula + the Iskaulit.
When: Today
Ow, for futz sake -- [ the feed is shaky, at first -- as though the device and its owner has just fallen from some middling height. but it soon settles steady on an image of kate bishop -- bruised, dirty, but ultimately fine. although she's stubbornly wearing purples more often alligned with the spirit faction, she has alligned herself quite naturally with moxie -- deigning to at least braid white and gold ribbons into her black hair. sitting up on the poorly terra-formed ground, the feed reveals she's dressed in a superbly tailored hawkeye costume made from strong fabrics and flattering lines.
over her shoulder looms lavandula's tower. the intrepid young avenger followed the trills of a mysterious and now finds she herself thoroughtly defeated by the tower's bizarre internal architecture. this isn't the first time she's taken a tumble.
grumpily: ] This place is worse than a funhouse. [ ... ] Paging any and all Fleet folk -- anyone manage to track down this freaky-deaky flute music on Lavandula? All I'm finding are doors shut in my face. Not loving it.
[ LATER, she's back at the rehabilitation centre. she pays her modest fee and gets herself patched up -- bandages and all. so, once she takes a shuttle back to the iskaulit and shows up for work at málum, she's still looking a little worse for wear. take pity on her, málum patrons, because her usual bartender flair is suddenly subdued: she's got one arm in a sling. she'll still serve you, though. and with a smile! ...probably. ]
Broadcast: Fleetwide.
Action: Lavandula + the Iskaulit.
When: Today
Ow, for futz sake -- [ the feed is shaky, at first -- as though the device and its owner has just fallen from some middling height. but it soon settles steady on an image of kate bishop -- bruised, dirty, but ultimately fine. although she's stubbornly wearing purples more often alligned with the spirit faction, she has alligned herself quite naturally with moxie -- deigning to at least braid white and gold ribbons into her black hair. sitting up on the poorly terra-formed ground, the feed reveals she's dressed in a superbly tailored hawkeye costume made from strong fabrics and flattering lines.
over her shoulder looms lavandula's tower. the intrepid young avenger followed the trills of a mysterious and now finds she herself thoroughtly defeated by the tower's bizarre internal architecture. this isn't the first time she's taken a tumble.
grumpily: ] This place is worse than a funhouse. [ ... ] Paging any and all Fleet folk -- anyone manage to track down this freaky-deaky flute music on Lavandula? All I'm finding are doors shut in my face. Not loving it.
[ LATER, she's back at the rehabilitation centre. she pays her modest fee and gets herself patched up -- bandages and all. so, once she takes a shuttle back to the iskaulit and shows up for work at málum, she's still looking a little worse for wear. take pity on her, málum patrons, because her usual bartender flair is suddenly subdued: she's got one arm in a sling. she'll still serve you, though. and with a smile! ...probably. ]
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[He sets the glass down and picks up another one, smiling a little in that way people do when they're overwhelmingly happy and don't want to rub it in their company's face.]
Anders woke up a little while ago.
[Which she probably knows since Adalwolfe actually came back to work, but still.]
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[ kate manages to find her smile, too. ] I'm glad, though. Maybe we should all go out. Blow the dust off of him.
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[But he does seem pleased at Kate agreeing to bring Anders with them.]
When do you want to go? I'll have to ask him after work.
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Are you sure you don't need legitimate healing?
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[He doesn't know what she has against healing, but far be it from him to force magic on anyone. Doesn't let on that her hesitance makes him at all uncomfortable, even though it does. It feels familiar, that fear of magic, even helpful magic.
Luckily he's interrupted before the silence gets awkward by the raise of a hand over at one of the tables, holding a glass for a refill.]
You wanna get table 3 or should I?
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Yeah, the light one on tap.
[He's not an aficionado. He mostly refers to their tapped beers as 'the light one,' 'the dark one,' and 'the kind of sweet one.']
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[ she fills a fresh pint glass -- and then gets back to work. ]