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[sassy_assassin]

Who: Sara
Broadcast: Video!
Action: On the Marsiva // The Twin Roses
When: Now!

[ The feed starts with Sara adjusting the camera and pursing her lips, then flashing a waxy smile that doesn't go anywhere near her eyes ]

Hi, so, I'm going to need you to go ahead and let me out of here and return me to my ship. I mean, we could do this the long way, but you really, really won't like that. It will be long. And painful. Possibly over days. The thing I'm going to assume you didn't realize about me before you decided to make this incredibly idiotic move is that I don't take kindly to cages. They're not really my thing, and I have a particular prejudice against the people who want to put me in them.

But hey.

[ She puts her hands up in a conciliatory manner ]

Maybe I'm reading this entire situation the wrong way. Just come and get me, we'll talk, and I won't even break your fingers for it. Promise.

Okay? Okay. Chop chop!

[ She rolls her eyes, sighs, and switches off the camera ]

****

[ some time later, Sara shows up in a burst of confetti on The Twin Roses. Hi friends! ]

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[passingthrough]

[Kitty met Sara Lance briefly a couple of times early on in her time in the fleet before she disappeared as so many do. She never really got to know much about her except she was good at playing darts. You know, the important stuff.

With some people Kitty would reply with a casual, "Hi, Sara" and then gradually being less creepy and more helpful. That doesn't feel like the way to go this time. Though a big part of her also wants to answer with, "you had a ship?"]

Our mysterious overlords never actually reply to these. You're just going to get other abductees who have been here various lengths of time.

[sassy_assassin]

Well, that's just great.

[ the sarcasm is dripping off of her ]

Tell me there's at least a liquor cabinet somewhere.

[passingthrough]

Mmm...I don't remember if there's one on the Marsiva. That's the ship you're on now, but they'll transfer you to your assigned ship soon and from there you can take a shuttle to one of the bars on the Iskaulit. That's our...community ship? Something like that. There's a pool.

[sassy_assassin]

A pool? That's the big reward? And here I forgot my bikini.

So, I take it you're another "abductee"? How long have you been here?

[passingthrough]

Full clothes or skinny dipping it is then. [She gives her a little smile.]

Two years, four months and eight days. Not that I'm counting.

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[outstandingbalance]

While I appreciate your instinct, it won't do any good. The only people who respond to these are people in the same boat.

[A fact Natasha learned herself through experience.]

The people behind all this, they don't make appearances.

[sassy_assassin]

[ this is inconvenient. she got some rundown from kitty ]

Do we even know they're people at this point?

[outstandingbalance]

We don't. Not exactly. There are some hosts that show up from time to time, but they're not actually driving the show.

[Natasha doesn't like it, but her tone is carefully bland. Neutral. Professional.]

More likely, it's an organization. But those tend to be made up f people.

[sassy_assassin]

Unfortunately.

[ she sighs, mind working. trying to figure out what to ask next. trying to figure out how to get out of here. just generally figuring things out ]

So, what's the play?

[ audio ]

[signifies]

Hey.

[ This is a very strongly worded letter! He sympathises, though; Clark can just imagine what Lois would do if she'd ended up here. The Marsiva probably would have been ripped open from keel to stern. ]

Have you found anyone else there with you yet?

[ audio ]

[sassy_assassin]

Uh... no? Should I have?

[ the tone is irritated. you're not being helpful, disembodied voice! ]

[ audio ]

[signifies]

Uh, it depends. I thought someone from your ship might've come along with you, but I'm new to how alien abduction works.

[ It's good nobody can see him wince. He doesn't like the term. ]

[ audio ]

[sassy_assassin]

Oh, don't worry. I wouldn't be so lucky. Plus, they'd probably have blown something up by now.

You got a face to go with that voice?

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[universal_charm]

Points for creativity. Pleasure be sure to let us all know if it works and the overlords speak to you.

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[sassy_assassin]

Survey seems to say: no. So that's just great.

[ she rolls her eyes ]

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[universal_charm]

If it makes you feel better, no one else ever gets an answer either. But your subtly threatening tactics were refreshing.

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[sassy_assassin]

I could really go for breaking some fingers right about now. Or a drink. Either/or.

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[goldenglasses]

[Vash was headed to the kitchen to feed a black cat that keeps trying to trip his long legs as they walk.] Alright, alright. I'm going! Just - ah, look out! You annoying- [Oh hey! New crew mate!

He's stopped in mid step with one leg still hanging in the air he puts his hands up in a mock surrender.] Please don't break my fingers. I promise I'm not the one who put you here!

[Said with a smile. No, he's not at all nervous or thinking she'll break his fingers, but he did see that post earlier.] I guess this means you're a newest crew member. Welcome aboard! I'm Vash. [Should he say he's a co-captain? Naw. That's probably not important.]

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[sassy_assassin]

That's the impression I'm getting, that everyone else is as stuck as I am. Shame, really.

I'm Sara.

Who's the cat?

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[goldenglasses]

[Vash smiles kindly as he lowers his hands and finishes that step he was in the middle of.] Oh! This is Kuroneko. She's one of our many pets on board. I hope you're not allergic. I would say I'll try to keep her out of your room, but I'm just going to be honest instead.

She kind of does whatever she wants no matter what I try to do. [As if to prove how pathetic Vash is with her Kuroneko reaches up to sharper her claws on his legs. She wants food!] OW! [Excuse Vash for a moment as he reaches down to carefully remove the cat from his leg.]

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[sassy_assassin]

Seems like she and I have a lot in common.

[ she outstretches some fingers to entice the kitty to come over for scritchins ]

Time-shenanigans says Presto-Chango: we're in the Space Bar now

[hollowvictor]

[For never once getting anything alcoholic, Bucky spends a decent amount of time in the Space Bar. He's there for the people-watching and the chance to disappear and think, the atmosphere being warm and inviting definitely helps since most of the bars he'd been into were cold and impersonal.

He sits at the bar, a change of venue from his usual corner spot, but someone else had taken it before he'd gotten there and the whole place was a little more crowded, so sitting at the bar with his glass of water it was. He has his pad of paper in front of him, already half used despite cramming every corner of the paper to leave nothing to waste. Kara had told him it wasn't so rare a commodity, but old habits were hard to kick. But while his hand scribbles every now and then at the paper, his eyes dart to the door with every arrival and departure. Including the arrival of someone he knows showed up only a day or so ago. He was curious to see how she acted.]

[sassy_assassin]

[ Sara has mastered the art of looking casual and being acutely aware of every corner of a room. She quickly assesses the guy at the bar—furtive, secretive, extremely handsome. Seems like an interesting conversation, if she could get him to talk to her.

She walks up to the bar and leans on it, speaking to the bartender. ]

Vodka martini, stirred, with an olive.

[ she flips around, so she's leaning against the bar, facing the room, and addresses Bucky. ]

At least the booze is semi-decent.

[hollowvictor]

[She seemed casual, which meant one of a handful of things: she'd done something like this before, she wasn't easily shaken by being kidnapped into space, or she was really good at bullshitting. Worth further investigation, for sure. He jotted something else down, though anyone glancing at the paper would find glorified scribbles, not from bad handwriting, but from what was obviously a personal shorthand. Take the boy out of thirteen, can't take the paranoia out of the boy.

She leaned up against the bar and he shot her a smile he'd used to make capitolite women giggle and swoon.]

Yeah? I'll have to take your word for it. [He knocked his knuckle to his glass of water.]

I saw your post the other day. Settling in?

[sassy_assassin]

[ she's not the giggling or swooning type, but she sips her martini and keeps her face friendly ]

As best as can be expected, I suppose. I'm still not sure this is the weirdest situation I've been in.

And here I thought you were being economical. But water's probably a smarter choice.