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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No, just Stephanie. Well-- or Steffa, sometimes. But that's not important probaby.
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Where are you from? It already gets points for not having reality TV, by the way. [ She says, as if she doesn't watch it too. Shhh, let her have her guilty pleasures. Though probably not anymore, if she ever gets home... It'll probably just be weird now. ]
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I'm from a place called Ferelden, it's a country in Thedas. There's a few other Thedosians here, but only one I actually know.
Incidentally, if a man named Anders starts flirting with you, you can feel free to tell him the Commander says he's not allowed and if he doesn't stop we will be having a very serious discussion.
[ How this teeny tiny girl is any sort of "commander" is a mystery, even to her. ]
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So you're... commander of what, exactly? I mean, no offense, you just don't look that much older than me and no one trusts me to drive, never mind... be in charge of anything.
[ She has pretty spectacularly demonstrated why that might be in the last few days... ]
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[ She smiles and rolls her eyes fondly ]
Oh, um, Commander of the Grey. Grey Wardens are protectors in Thedas, we fight against monsters called Darkspawn to keep them from overrunning the world and killing... pretty much everything.
I really shouldn't have been and I stepped down recently, it was-- I was involved in... [ flustered ] I helped save the world, I suppose, and they decided that meant I would be a good choice to lead the Wardens in Ferelden, which I was not, but... I may have saved Anders' life by conscripting him, so he still acts like I'm in charge.
[ sheepish ] Sorry, I don't mean to go on.
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And I don't know what Darkspawn are, but that sounds... impressive. Pretty cool, actually. You really helped save your world?
[ That is not a note of wistful jealousy in her tone. Nope. Not at all. ]
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[ she grimaces ]
Well. I've been better trained since then, but without her I probably would've died horribly long before we saved the world and Ferelden would've been well and truly buggered.
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[ She sucks in a breath, trying to calm down, but her voice is still way too high and shaky as she keeps talking. ]
It's been a really really bad night for me? Even before I woke up here? Buggered is a really good word for it.
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The first night out of the Circle, she sobbed all over Natalia, who she'd just met, and couldn't quite figure out what happened. ]
No, it was, sort of. Funny, I mean.
[ She hesitates, then adds ]
I... Being alone is awful. On bad nights. I've had more than a few, and-- I can find a way over to the station. If you. That's probably strange, I just met you, but if you didn't want to be alone, I understand... bad nights. And I'd be happy to keep you company.
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But thank you. That's really sweet.
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Bad nights... are awful. And sometimes drag on for... way too long.
[ huff ]
Sorry. Anyway, I'll leave you alone, but it was nice to meet you, and I'll talk to you later, I hope.
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[ ...now how do you shut this thing off? There we go. ]