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driftfleet2017-07-21 08:01 pm
pain_train) wrote in driftfleet2017-07-21 08:01 pm
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Who: A BLAST FROM THE PAST Wrath
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: The Paisley
When: Right this very minute, until the shuffle happens
[Action]
[She wakes up all at once, disoriented, because this isn't her familiar bunk on the Windrose, and the comfortable, warm weights of Jellybean and Officer Snuggles are missing. It also, thank fuck, doesn't look like any place she knows in Proles. Wrath staggers around the room for a circuit, tries the door, oh shit it's locked, and--
It takes a second for her never-quite-the-same memory to identify where the hell she's ended up: she's on the Marsiva.
...again?
It's a little disquieting, because everything is arranged exactly how she remembered before. But she knows what's going on this time, right?
Right?
And just as she's gathering her thoughts to try to speak coherently for a broadcast... BANG. A little spray of confetti--she remembers this part, kind of--and she's on the bridge of a ship, but it's not her ship, and she's even more confused. She whips around, trying to figure out where the hell she even is.]
...what the fuck is even going on?
[Broadcast]
[She is still so very, very confused.]
Um. Hi everyone! It's me. Wrath. First officer of the Windrose.
[This is dumb. Everyone already knows who you are, Wrath.]
I mean. You know that already. But. Um. Does anyone know why I was on the Marsiva and then... still not on my ship? Did I get my ass killed or something?
Um. And Captain Vision, sorry. For whatever I did to end up here. I didn't mean it. Unless I did mean it at the time, and then I'm just really, really sorry and I'll be even sorrier as soon as I can remember.
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: The Paisley
When: Right this very minute, until the shuffle happens
[Action]
[She wakes up all at once, disoriented, because this isn't her familiar bunk on the Windrose, and the comfortable, warm weights of Jellybean and Officer Snuggles are missing. It also, thank fuck, doesn't look like any place she knows in Proles. Wrath staggers around the room for a circuit, tries the door, oh shit it's locked, and--
It takes a second for her never-quite-the-same memory to identify where the hell she's ended up: she's on the Marsiva.
...again?
It's a little disquieting, because everything is arranged exactly how she remembered before. But she knows what's going on this time, right?
Right?
And just as she's gathering her thoughts to try to speak coherently for a broadcast... BANG. A little spray of confetti--she remembers this part, kind of--and she's on the bridge of a ship, but it's not her ship, and she's even more confused. She whips around, trying to figure out where the hell she even is.]
...what the fuck is even going on?
[Broadcast]
[She is still so very, very confused.]
Um. Hi everyone! It's me. Wrath. First officer of the Windrose.
[This is dumb. Everyone already knows who you are, Wrath.]
I mean. You know that already. But. Um. Does anyone know why I was on the Marsiva and then... still not on my ship? Did I get my ass killed or something?
Um. And Captain Vision, sorry. For whatever I did to end up here. I didn't mean it. Unless I did mean it at the time, and then I'm just really, really sorry and I'll be even sorrier as soon as I can remember.