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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Settling down to raise little space babies, maybe? ...yeah, I'd rather try to get home too.
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Maybe it's like a regular reality show? Like, if we get voted off or win enough points or something, we get to go home? Do they have competitions here?
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Point taken. Maybe they're cooking up a long game to make it 'interesting'.