driftfleet | Judgement has been delivered. (Video)

Who: Claire/Lightning Farron & Open.
Broadcast: Fleetwide.
Action: No - unless you're on the Marsiva.
When: Evening.

(Maybe she has revoked calling herself "Lightning" too soon. Claire blows out an impressed and amused breath as she searches her new quarters. In space. That little detail is hard to forget as she walks by windows clearly showing the stars, bright and twinkling.

Pausing by one said window, a hand on her hip, she admires them. It's hard not to, really. They will always be beautiful even if the idea of their creation and the gods in general are...complicated. At least she knows Bhunivelze isn't responsible for this little interlude.

Flipping open her communicator, assessing the buttons and their various functions, she gives anyone watching a small sigh. Who can blame her, really? She thought she would get a longer break from reality bending oddities.)

Do I look familiar to anyone? (She isn't fond of just giving away her name to a bunch of potentially odd strangers. Unless...

Are we really back to that? Tilting her head, she blows her pink fringe out of her eyes.) My name is Lightning and I don't remember signing up for this voyage.

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No one signed up for it.

[A beat.]

Are you supposed to look familiar?

What, do you have amnesia beyond your name or something?

[ The phrasing implies it to her, but she might very well be misunderstanding. Nice hair, though... maybe she can give Jill some tips on dyeing hers?

Wait. It might be natural. ]

I'm Jill and I didn't sign up for it either. Don't think anyone did, actually.

[ It's an adjustment, to say the least. The idea that there are people watching them and actually possibly getting a kick out of their daily lives is completely unnerving on a skin-crawling level. Since finding that out Serah hasn't been able to shake the eerie sensation of being watched. Which, you know, duh, because she IS, but knowing that it's more than mere paranoia certainly doesn't make her feel any better.

She browses through the log of messages archived for viewing and listening daily, but it's not until today, after she's been assigned to the Red Fish that she sees something- someone of particular interest.

It doesn't occur to her to try to mask her surprise, but as Lightning speaks that surprise wears away bit by bit, giving Serah enough composure to offer up a witty- ]

You do look a little bit like someone I know.

[ -in a casual tone betrayed by the glassy glimmer in her eyes. The last she saw of her sister they'd been parting ways before the final show down. It feels like there was something more between them after that, but when she tries to remember what happened after thanking Noel, the only thing that she can clearly recall is the pain in her chest and head. ]

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