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Who: briony vincent
Broadcast: anyone. come at me.
Action: marsiva
When: 4/5, afternoon

[ None of this seems possible. In fact, it all seems like some crazy dream, maybe someone drugged her. But when pinching herself doesn't do more than leave her arm red and sore, Briony starts to wonder if maybe being drugged would be preferable to what is apparently reality. The really weird part is how much of it all makes sense to her. Space, the ships, how to work these weird machines... And she's never been much of a fan of science-fiction, either.

So she's communicating with folks now by use of those nifty communication stations, at least trying to look proper and like she doesn't want to throttle someone. ]

Alright, well...I don't quite know what I'm doing here, and I know someone's going to want to explain that, but you really don't have to do that because, well, I don't really care-- sorry.

[ She is so not sorry. ]

And I'd just rather know how to leave peacefully because I don't think anyone wants there to be trouble, right?

[ She looks like she's looking for something in a purse. Unfortunately, when she does pull out what she seemed to be looking for (a book), absolutely nothing happens. Thaaaat'll put a damper on things.

Just not her temper. ]

Oh, what-- this shit isn't funny at all!

[ Cutting the feed then. If any Marsiva folks are around, feel free to make fun of her. Or just watch out so you don't get hit by the book she's tossing behind herself with absolutely no thought given to who is around. ]

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[ Heaves a sigh and looks like she's ready to start counting off the things to ask. No, but she'll go easy. ]

Why'd they take my shit, when can I get my shit back, am I getting paid for this, and...

[ Oh right, the other pressing issue. ]

I need a lighter too, they swiped mine.

Okay. Easy. No idea where they took your shit, no one's gotten their shit back yet so that's in the air, you are being paid for this right now, and...

[he's counting these off on his fingers. that last one...]

Not sure about the lighter. You might find one once you can get to a station.

Great, thanks for...a little bit better than nothing, I guess.

[ This would be the part where a nicer person apologized, but...well, Briony isn't a nicer person, sadly. ]

They at least giving me money I can use? I have some from home, but I feel like they don't take it in fucking space.

[ Of all the times to not be able to smoke. ]

You'll get it when you're transferred to your ship. Simmer down.

[slow down there, irritable girl. no reason to get mad at him.]

I'll "simmer down" when they get my shit sorted out.

[ A bit more icy than fiery now, like that sort of "I am forcing myself to be calm and I don't like it" sort of thing. ]

Well, you're going to be on the Marsiva for a couple of days, so there's plenty of time for shit to get sorted.

[and then, rather casually:] So what kind of trouble can a girl like you get up to, anyway?

[ Leaning forward, half-conspiratorially. ]

If I told you, that'd ruin the fun.

Oh, would it now? [but he laughs anyway.] You're really going to leave me hanging?

More fun that way, I think.

[ For her, maybe. ]

See, people say that... And then they try to kill me in my sleep.

Oh, now you went and ruined it. I was planning to cut up some smug-looking bastard, but it was a surprise.

Oh, damn. Ah... [he feigns looking mildly concerned.] Maybe I could pretend to not know it's coming. I'll act very surprised when I'm dead.

Ah, what a gentleman.

I do try.

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