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driftfleet2015-02-18 06:11 pm
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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[ 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. ]