Katie McCoy (
hollystrike) wrote in
driftfleet2018-04-06 05:26 pm
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Tha sin mar bhàs.
Who: Katie and you!
Broadcast: Yes!
Action: Planetside
When: Now-ish
[Amusement Park]
[So this is where she goes when she wants time to think, apparently. The bunker is a place she won't enter; between the heavy aftermath of a mass death and the understandably stricken reactions of its visitors, the atmosphere is far too toxic. But it doesn't mean she isn't grieving. The deaths could not be helped and are god knows how far in the past, but the fact that these people have been forgotten - not acknowledged even by this automated town, let alone the rest of space - is something that sits very poorly. She can't even change anything about the town to reflect its population's final days.
She's walking the rollercoaster tracks, very high up, thinking over the issue. Don't ask how she got up that high. And don't worry if you should be using the rollercoaster at the time; she can avoid you. Might give you a bit of a scare, though, sorry.
Eventually, she puts a call through to Sam.]
[Outside of town]
[As far as she can go before she suspects (or hopes) she's outside the range of the city's replication science so her work isn't scrubbed. She's not too far from the bunker; it would be pointless if she were too far away from it.
She finds a rock face smooth enough, and between a thick blade and Kirito's lightsaber she carves a memorial. Maybe nobody will ever see it, but if any other visitors come to this place, they should know what happened. It's worth the extra headache.]
[And Broadcast]
I've decided to quit making dreamcatchers and move on to voodoo dolls instead. It's more fun. So if you'd like to take one before I end up throwing them all out, feel free.
[Just so you know. Totally honest, as usual. Less cheerful than normal.
If anyone wants her she'll be curled up in her office with Licorice on her lap. She's so tired of these planets.]
Broadcast: Yes!
Action: Planetside
When: Now-ish
[Amusement Park]
[So this is where she goes when she wants time to think, apparently. The bunker is a place she won't enter; between the heavy aftermath of a mass death and the understandably stricken reactions of its visitors, the atmosphere is far too toxic. But it doesn't mean she isn't grieving. The deaths could not be helped and are god knows how far in the past, but the fact that these people have been forgotten - not acknowledged even by this automated town, let alone the rest of space - is something that sits very poorly. She can't even change anything about the town to reflect its population's final days.
She's walking the rollercoaster tracks, very high up, thinking over the issue. Don't ask how she got up that high. And don't worry if you should be using the rollercoaster at the time; she can avoid you. Might give you a bit of a scare, though, sorry.
Eventually, she puts a call through to Sam.]
[Outside of town]
[As far as she can go before she suspects (or hopes) she's outside the range of the city's replication science so her work isn't scrubbed. She's not too far from the bunker; it would be pointless if she were too far away from it.
She finds a rock face smooth enough, and between a thick blade and Kirito's lightsaber she carves a memorial. Maybe nobody will ever see it, but if any other visitors come to this place, they should know what happened. It's worth the extra headache.]
[And Broadcast]
I've decided to quit making dreamcatchers and move on to voodoo dolls instead. It's more fun. So if you'd like to take one before I end up throwing them all out, feel free.
[Just so you know. Totally honest, as usual. Less cheerful than normal.
If anyone wants her she'll be curled up in her office with Licorice on her lap. She's so tired of these planets.]

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I came floating because you seemed to be someone who puts more thought into what looks interesting than what is safe. Call it a kindred spirit.
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[Sympathy, man. She's a cop at home and not particularly fond of military as an institution for various reasons, but shoulder droops speak the world.]
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[It's the droop of remembering exactly how he left his job back home, but they quickly come back up when he remembers who had done him in.]
I wish that it had been proper retirement.
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I guess we can't always get what we wish for. It'd be nice, though. Is the Fleet a good distraction, at least?
My sincerest apologies for the late tag!
At times. I took up sewing and ice skating to keep me busy.
It's not a problem!
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[Warning: she'll probably ask for a demonstration eventually, because that sort of stuff is amazing.]
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It was a machine about that tall, maybe more so. I nearly killed a man with it, but he was a little too skilled for me at the time.
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Does that mean you could toss the ferris wheel at someone?
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[She considers that.]
Well, there are worse fates.
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