Stephanie Brown (
mysunnydisposition) wrote in
driftfleet2015-02-18 06:11 pm
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one little bat
Who: Stephanie Brown
Broadcast: Fleetwide video
Action: HS Marsiva
When: 2/18
[ Focus on Steph's face as she starts to wake up. She wrinkles her nose, groans softly as she rolls onto her side... and then her eyes snap open. ]
What the...?
[ The camera pulls out as she sits up, looking down at herself. She's still in her costume, hood and cowl pulled back, not in a hospital gown, no tubes or needles attached to her anywhere. The costume's even in one piece. And-- ]
Nothing hurts. [ It's muttered, to herself - she's still a little too disoriented to realize she's being filmed. ] Why does nothing...
[ She presses a hand experimentally against her left shoulder. No pain, no blood or bullet wound... A slight lump under the fabric of her costume that might be a scar, but it seems long healed. What. The hell.
Steph rolls out of the cot, getting to her feet slowly like she's afraid she'll fall over. She's fine, though. Totally fine. At least, until she finally notices the big viewing windows looking out on the void. She exhales slowly, eyes wide, as she approaches the window. ]
Okay. So either this is random neurons firing while my brain shuts down, or... we're not in Gotham anymore.
Broadcast: Fleetwide video
Action: HS Marsiva
When: 2/18
[ Focus on Steph's face as she starts to wake up. She wrinkles her nose, groans softly as she rolls onto her side... and then her eyes snap open. ]
What the...?
[ The camera pulls out as she sits up, looking down at herself. She's still in her costume, hood and cowl pulled back, not in a hospital gown, no tubes or needles attached to her anywhere. The costume's even in one piece. And-- ]
Nothing hurts. [ It's muttered, to herself - she's still a little too disoriented to realize she's being filmed. ] Why does nothing...
[ She presses a hand experimentally against her left shoulder. No pain, no blood or bullet wound... A slight lump under the fabric of her costume that might be a scar, but it seems long healed. What. The hell.
Steph rolls out of the cot, getting to her feet slowly like she's afraid she'll fall over. She's fine, though. Totally fine. At least, until she finally notices the big viewing windows looking out on the void. She exhales slowly, eyes wide, as she approaches the window. ]
Okay. So either this is random neurons firing while my brain shuts down, or... we're not in Gotham anymore.

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[Bending slightly, he peeks at her, hands folded behind his back.] Would you mind if I sit with you or would you rather be alone? Privacy can be somewhat hard to find here but I'll do my best to simulate it if it's what you'd like.
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And, uh... sure. [ She scoots over a little, gesturing to the seat beside her. ] I'm sorry if I'm not exactly great company, I'm kind of... Okay, sort of freaked out.
Is there anywhere without cameras here?
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[But, right. The question. His palm wavers.] The bathroom, maybe? Though I was told we're watched even there it seems... [Hm. How should he say it?] A bit too much.
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I wonder if anyone's actually even watching the cameras. If we start breaking things or trying to kill each other, is someone going to show up to stop us? [ Pause. ] Not that I'm planning to do that.
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Unfortunately, I think we are being watched. By the whole universe maybe, though I hope not. The only definitive name I've heard is the Atroma but it doesn't seem like anyone knows who that is. [He shrugs.] They could be plants for all we know.
[A pause, he bobs his head.] At least, that's what I tell myself. It makes sleeping easier if you imagine being watched by a cactus.
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Have you been here long?