driftfleet | (no subject)

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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[She nods.] Of course. I don't know as much about time travel as you would.

It's just my timeline was created by a time traveler. Or broken by one.

And it all went to hell?

[A nod.] There was a guy whose memories didn't change. He remembered the way things were supposed to go. I guess he was some kind of time traveler too. Apparently things were better. A lot better.

That or things were just so bad we were desperate enough to believe anything with a shred of hope attached.

I'd go with the explanation that helps the most, but spending your time thinking about how things should have been or whatever is a fast way to make yourself crazy.