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driftfleet2018-04-06 05:26 pm
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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[Sure, a lot of it fades over time (and decades of hellfire), but like.
I got into Stanford, man.]
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[She steps away from the memorial so he can get a clear look at it. There's a space. She hasn't carved the number, yet.]
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And he steps forward to carve the number into the space — too high a number.]
... One place is a people without a planet. Now it's a planet without a people.
I'd say something more eloquent about it, but — it all sucks.
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Isn't it a pity we can't go backwards? Tell the space station about this place.
[The Atroma won't allow any such thing, so there's a wry sort of melancholy there.]
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Then again, I don't know if they'd want it, knowing what happened to everyone else who lived here.
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... Guess so. Maybe someday we'll be able to take that detour.
[You never know, right?]
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[Well, it's possible. Just not likely. She smiles at him.]
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