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driftfleet2016-09-07 10:50 pm
imfine1111one) wrote in driftfleet2016-09-07 10:50 pm
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Who: Apollo and Whoever
Broadcast: Just some SHOUTING but yes
Action: Y; newbie on board the Marsiva
When: Sept 8th? At Some PointTM
A
[One lawyer is jerking awake with a start in the Hospitality Bunker. His eyes dart around as his mind tries to catch up and figure out what he was last doing. The case is over, right? Is he late for Starbuck's launch? Wait no, that already happened. Right? Right. Crap, did he black out again from his wounds--?
He reaches down, touching his arms and patting his chest. Well, dang. There's scarring from the blast, and he's still sore as hell, but nothing seems to be in danger of reopening and bleeding out again. . .huh.]
. . .Did Trucy and Athena knock me out to put me on bedrest? That seems like something they would do.
[He frowns at the thought. But why would they send him back to the hospital in a nice clean suit?? Weird.
He sits there mulling over scenarios and possibilities, trying to figure out what he was last doing as the overhead speaker drones on and on about game shows this, reality shows that, blah blah blah. . .it's making concentrating a bit hard. Eventually Apollo snaps, unable to hear himself think, and he exclaims to no one in particular--]
OBJECTION!!
[--hopefully that doesn't draw too much attention.]
B
[LAWYER IS UP AND EXPLORING THE DECK. . .somewhat. As soon as he passes one of the wide windows on the ship and stares into the void that is space, Apollo nearly goes as white as his blouse and threatens to faint. Or throw up. Maybe both!! Maybe you just find him passed out face first on the floor. The possibilities are endless.]
Broadcast: Just some SHOUTING but yes
Action: Y; newbie on board the Marsiva
When: Sept 8th? At Some PointTM
A
[One lawyer is jerking awake with a start in the Hospitality Bunker. His eyes dart around as his mind tries to catch up and figure out what he was last doing. The case is over, right? Is he late for Starbuck's launch? Wait no, that already happened. Right? Right. Crap, did he black out again from his wounds--?
He reaches down, touching his arms and patting his chest. Well, dang. There's scarring from the blast, and he's still sore as hell, but nothing seems to be in danger of reopening and bleeding out again. . .huh.]
. . .Did Trucy and Athena knock me out to put me on bedrest? That seems like something they would do.
[He frowns at the thought. But why would they send him back to the hospital in a nice clean suit?? Weird.
He sits there mulling over scenarios and possibilities, trying to figure out what he was last doing as the overhead speaker drones on and on about game shows this, reality shows that, blah blah blah. . .it's making concentrating a bit hard. Eventually Apollo snaps, unable to hear himself think, and he exclaims to no one in particular--]
OBJECTION!!
[--hopefully that doesn't draw too much attention.]
B
[LAWYER IS UP AND EXPLORING THE DECK. . .somewhat. As soon as he passes one of the wide windows on the ship and stares into the void that is space, Apollo nearly goes as white as his blouse and threatens to faint. Or throw up. Maybe both!! Maybe you just find him passed out face first on the floor. The possibilities are endless.]
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[He nearly falls backward from the screen. Okay, guess he is really going to have to toss logic out the window in this place!]
I-it definitely hasn't been that long for me! I mean, long enough, but. . .[Aaah AAAAH. He's not sure if he's ready for this, but then again, who is he to deny a dying--er, dead--man's request, especially that of his best friend?]
I really don't get how this place works. . .but. F-fine. Eheh, that's fine. I'll contact you as soon as I'm. . .uh, not here.
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Moreover...]
Yeah! Contact me as soon as...
[...]
As soon as you're ready.
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[No getting anything by him, it seems. A light laugh, and he nods.]
Alright, fine! If I faint again and this is all still real when I wake up, I'll be sure to let you know when I'm on a new ship. Thanks, Clay.
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[And with that, Clay turns off the feed, stares at it for a little while... then lets out a big sigh as he falls back to his bed, fingers threaded through his hair while he stares up at the ceiling.
He's got a lot to think about.]