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driftfleet2018-07-20 03:48 am
hollystrike) wrote in driftfleet2018-07-20 03:48 am
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Let's Not Mention the Flaming Blanket Incident
Who: Katie and You (Yes You)
Broadcast: Fleetwide!
Action: Iskaulit
When: Eh, now
[She actually got her memory back a bit over a week ago, but between the instability of her magic on re-awakening and the messing around with souls that followed, it's just been safer to keep a low profile. For everyone else, that is. There's nightmares in that thar mist for the accidentally enchanted. (And also, a question answered: if she dies here, she stays here in her entirety. Her fae soul is trapped, too. Which... is vaguely irritating, but to be honest she's a little relieved about it.)
So she's kept herself busy locked away in one of the Iskaulit's rooms and a selection of paints, following through on the idle joke she had with Crowley months ago. Painting is good therapy!
...so's vandalism.]
[Video]
[It's first person handy cam! Heading down a corridor towards a door.]
It's come to my attention that I somehow missed talking to our lovely hosts a few weeks ago! That's a shame. I wouldn't have minded snogging one or the other. I've decided to take out my remorse about it on a few walls. I do hope nobody was using this room for anything else beforehand--
Ah. Here you go.
[The door is flung wide to show a freshly-painted, extremely flattering painting of Carmen and Chase, taking up one wall of this room and painted in an assortment of complementary pastels.]
Do you like it? It's not quite finished yet. [She puts the comm down facing the wall and leans into view for a moment, hair swinging, to wave gaily at the camera.] Just hold on a moment...
[Aaand she's gone.
And then there's the godawful scrape of a large metal container being dragged across the floor until she manages to get it into view of the camera: an industrial size bin full to overflowing with rotting fruit and other assorted trash she's scavenged from all over the place.]
That's better.
Would anyone like to practice their aim?
[I am a responsible Captain.]
Broadcast: Fleetwide!
Action: Iskaulit
When: Eh, now
[She actually got her memory back a bit over a week ago, but between the instability of her magic on re-awakening and the messing around with souls that followed, it's just been safer to keep a low profile. For everyone else, that is. There's nightmares in that thar mist for the accidentally enchanted. (And also, a question answered: if she dies here, she stays here in her entirety. Her fae soul is trapped, too. Which... is vaguely irritating, but to be honest she's a little relieved about it.)
So she's kept herself busy locked away in one of the Iskaulit's rooms and a selection of paints, following through on the idle joke she had with Crowley months ago. Painting is good therapy!
...so's vandalism.]
[Video]
[It's first person handy cam! Heading down a corridor towards a door.]
It's come to my attention that I somehow missed talking to our lovely hosts a few weeks ago! That's a shame. I wouldn't have minded snogging one or the other. I've decided to take out my remorse about it on a few walls. I do hope nobody was using this room for anything else beforehand--
Ah. Here you go.
[The door is flung wide to show a freshly-painted, extremely flattering painting of Carmen and Chase, taking up one wall of this room and painted in an assortment of complementary pastels.]
Do you like it? It's not quite finished yet. [She puts the comm down facing the wall and leans into view for a moment, hair swinging, to wave gaily at the camera.] Just hold on a moment...
[Aaand she's gone.
And then there's the godawful scrape of a large metal container being dragged across the floor until she manages to get it into view of the camera: an industrial size bin full to overflowing with rotting fruit and other assorted trash she's scavenged from all over the place.]
That's better.
Would anyone like to practice their aim?
[I am a responsible Captain.]
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[GET IT. HANDY. Cause....gloves. Lance pulls them on before grabbing one of the rotten fruit. He judges the weight of it in his hands, the distance to the target...
And wham. His first shot splatters the fruit square onto Chase's face.]
Booyah, I've still got it!
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[She already has gloves on, but she's apparently content to sit there and give commentary for now.]
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