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driftfleet2016-12-11 02:05 pm
hollystrike) wrote in driftfleet2016-12-11 02:05 pm
Excuse You I Had Vows to Keep
Who: Katie and you!
Broadcast: Yes!
Action: Vanquish / Iskaulit
When: Today!
[Last thing Katie remembers is literally dragging a troll's battleaxe through a town on the verge of rioting, a large collection of stray cats nipping at her heels. (Look, life is complicated. Don't ask.)
Waking up to absolute stillness after that? Disconcerting, to say the least.
There's a dreamcatcher above the bed she's lying on, crafted with familiar wool and laced with magic, and it's the familiarity that pulls at her memory before she rolls over to see a collection of woolen dolls. That she crafted, she remembers suddenly. She'd forgotten. When did she--?
Then she's out the door and into the hallway, wide-eyed and disoriented.] No, no, no--
[It's the Fleet. Worst possible timing, oh my god. Or someone's god, anyway. You can find her in the halls or in the blanket fort, much beloved and missed cat winding around her ankles as she... starts pulling the blankets down and folding them neatly into a pile. Goddammit.]
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[And much later, a video broadcast, cheerful British accent warped slightly by a little American influence--]
Ask me no questions and I'll tell you no lies. Do we still have a theatre? A fox park? If all else fails, I suppose people would consider me old enough to drink for once. [It's not a familiar face, except for the same bright green eyes.] I have all the time in the world to waste, and I'm new. Tell me where I can waste it?
[She'll be on the Iskaulit anyway, trying to match old-new memories with what she finds and feeling more than a little displaced. Find her pretty much anywhere. Later, she'll head out to the hotel and the planet, but that's a different post.]
Broadcast: Yes!
Action: Vanquish / Iskaulit
When: Today!
[Last thing Katie remembers is literally dragging a troll's battleaxe through a town on the verge of rioting, a large collection of stray cats nipping at her heels. (Look, life is complicated. Don't ask.)
Waking up to absolute stillness after that? Disconcerting, to say the least.
There's a dreamcatcher above the bed she's lying on, crafted with familiar wool and laced with magic, and it's the familiarity that pulls at her memory before she rolls over to see a collection of woolen dolls. That she crafted, she remembers suddenly. She'd forgotten. When did she--?
Then she's out the door and into the hallway, wide-eyed and disoriented.] No, no, no--
[It's the Fleet. Worst possible timing, oh my god. Or someone's god, anyway. You can find her in the halls or in the blanket fort, much beloved and missed cat winding around her ankles as she... starts pulling the blankets down and folding them neatly into a pile. Goddammit.]
-----
[And much later, a video broadcast, cheerful British accent warped slightly by a little American influence--]
Ask me no questions and I'll tell you no lies. Do we still have a theatre? A fox park? If all else fails, I suppose people would consider me old enough to drink for once. [It's not a familiar face, except for the same bright green eyes.] I have all the time in the world to waste, and I'm new. Tell me where I can waste it?
[She'll be on the Iskaulit anyway, trying to match old-new memories with what she finds and feeling more than a little displaced. Find her pretty much anywhere. Later, she'll head out to the hotel and the planet, but that's a different post.]
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[He's survived worse. Physically, emotionally, all of that rubbish.]
And you've lived. Or done some ageing in death.
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[He'll miss the exuberance of the young kitten, though. Genuine youth is so rare to his kind.]
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[She's technically immortal. Very technically.]
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Nips and tucks are for people who never get old.
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Of course.