broadcast intro and action

[itsyagirl]

Who: Veronica
Broadcast: open network
Action: Iskaulit and Blue Fish
When: network - friday. action - saturday

Broadcast / Action to anyone on the Marsiva
[Veronica wakes with a distinct feeling of wrongness. The camera zooms in as blue eyes open, a frown already on her face. She sits up slowly, the covers falling off and pooling at her hips to reveal she's in standard Garrison uniform, the typical attire of an officer. Rubbing at her face, she looks to the side to spot her glasses and quickly jams them on.

Her frown deepens.] Where...am I...?

[Veronica slides out of bed, to find her shoes tucked neatly beside the bed. Frowning at them, she goes barefoot for now, instead running down the hallway and feeling cold metal under her feet.]

Hello? Is anyone there?

Action - Iskaulit & Blue Fish
[Veronica can be found wandering the Iskaulit and the S.S. Blue Fish restlessly. She's a hot mess of emotions, unsure how to deal with everything that is going on right now, and her first priority is just to become familiar with her surroundings. Most everything she would be interested in is on the Iskaulit, it seems, so this is where she starts.

She'll most often be pacing, but if you're lucky, you might catch her frowning and poking at her communicator, trying to make it function in some way like what she's used to. She wants more information, maybe this can help.]

Comments

[the_tailor]

What do you mean, acting so weird?! How are you so calm right now seeing me? Veronica, it's been...it's been...I can't even figure out how long at this point!

[Something is definitely up, but he doesn't get what just yet.]

[itsyagirl]

What are you talking about? [She's getting seriously worried now, brow furrowing.] I literally said goodnight to you last night. You were complaining about Kosmo getting slobber in your hair.

[the_tailor]

The last time you said goodnight to me was over the phone a few days before I... before the whole Voltron thing happened! Veronica, I haven't seen you in years! And who's Kosmo?

[Lance is getting Very Worried as well.]

[itsyagirl]

What? No, that isn't possible... You know! Keith's space wolf!

[What is going on? She shakes her head slowly.] Please don't tell me I dreamed all of this.

[the_tailor]

Keith's space wolf has a name? But he hasn't even...

[There's a long pause as the puzzle pieces begin to slot into space. Why she seems to already know Keith's space wolf. Why she's apparently just seen Lance. Why she looks even older than he would have expected her to.]

Veronica... We've been taken here from different times. You... You're further along than I am. You're from my future. I'm from your past.

[itsyagirl]

[She can see in his face that Lance is starting to put the pieces together, and she waits. Veronica is still confused and worried, unsure how all of this could even be possible. She knows she couldn't have dreamed Voltron. Hell, she still has scars from her attempt to get Lance to the base.

Lance's solution, however, only confuses her more, and Veronica can't help but scoff.]

Oh, come on. I'm from your future? Lance, that isn't possible.

[the_tailor]

It's very possible. This place? It's weird. Defies all logic and explanation, and coming from someone who got launched into space to fight an intergalactic war piloting a giant sentient robot cat, that's saying something. It... It takes people from different worlds, different universes, even. And different times. Like, right now, Allura's not caught up with me, so to speak. The last thing she remembers before being here is something that happened a while back for me.

[Sigh.]

So it's the same thing with us. But... That... That means we see each other again.

[And his expression starts to turn hopeful.]

[itsyagirl]

That... [Lance seems really convinced. Veronica knows his tells better than probably anyone else, and he's not lying. Why would he, about something so convoluted?

Well, she supposes, if her whole world has turned upside down once, who's to say it can't do it again?]

What is this place? [Her voice is softer now.] How did we get here?

[the_tailor]

We're on a fleet of spaceships that kind of...drift from planet to planet. Apparently, we were brought here by some mysterious pain in the asses called the Atroma, but we don't know a ton about them or how exactly they're able to pluck us from different worlds and times. And, uh.

[And the weird part.]

Apparently we're on some weird space reality show.

[itsyagirl]

Okay, so we've been kidnapped by aliens, basically.

[She's staying calm for the most part. She's not typically one to panic in a crisis, though she's certainly alarmed. At least Lance is here, and he seems unhurt.

The second bit, though, she narrows her eyes.]

...You're kidding.

[the_tailor]

In a nutshell, yeah. And unfortunately, I'm not kidding. We don't know exactly who our audience is, but apparently our lives are being broadcast for entertainment. You kind of get used to it after a while, weirdly enough.

[He tries not to think about it that much.]

[itsyagirl]

[For a long moment, she's just silent, processing that.

Then abruptly she lets out a sharp bark of laughter.]

...Okay. That's...that's a new one. So where are you? How do I get to you?

[She'll try to cope with this later.]

[the_tailor]

I'm on the Huntress. Unfortunately, we can't see each other face to face until...tomorrow-ish? They usually move the new people onto the actual proper ships on Saturdays. Until then, you're stuck on the Marsiva with whoever else is new.

[Honestly, his head is still spinning from actually seeing her again.]

Sis, you have no idea...how long it's been for me since I've seen you. I'm still not back to Earth, back home.

[itsyagirl]

Oh. [There's disappointment in her voice and she doesn't bother hiding it. It would feel safer to have Lance at her back, and vice-versa.] I guess I can wait.

[She manages a faint smile at that.] I guess you get a sneak peek here, then.

[the_tailor]

Guess so. You know you're going to be getting the biggest hug you've ever gotten from me, you know that? We're talking Hunk style hugs here.

[itsyagirl]

Hunk style? [That makes her laugh softly. Poor Lance. She remembers how much he'd clung to everyone when he'd first seen them, and there wasn't a dry eye among the clan.]

Just try not to break any bones, okay? I know you've put on some muscle saving the universe.

[the_tailor]

Please, like you can ever forget Hunk's hugs. [He chuckles. God...he misses his best friend.] I'll try not to, but I've been putting on even more muscle since I got here, so be prepared.

[Sort of? Kind of? He's been training a ton more, though he hasn't technically bulked up that much.]

[itsyagirl]

[Veronica smiles, feeling a bit more relaxed. She draws her knees up to her chest and holds the communicator closer.]

Is that so? No more string bean, huh?

[the_tailor]

Nope. I'm all strong and manly and kickass now. You're gonna get blown away at how...

[He trails off, realizing something.]

Unless...you've already seen my combat skills somehow.

[itsyagirl]

[Veronica's smile fades, and she lets out a long sigh.]

I...have. Wait, can I tell you that? Is it going to make the future not happen?

[the_tailor]

No. When we go home, we don't really remember what happened here. Or that we ever came here. But I... I...like to think that something still lingers in us anyway.

[He wants to believe. Has to, even if he tells himself that he and Keith will still find each other back home the way they did here.]

[itsyagirl]

That seems counterproductive. [But, well. Whatever. Veronica just shakes her head slowly.]

I think I'm going to explore this place a bit. I'll see you tomorrow?

[the_tailor]

You will. As soon as you're assigned to a ship, meet me at the main one on the fleet, the Iskaulit. I'll meet up with you right outside the transport bay, and we can, I don't know. Go for a drink. Catch up.

[A small smile.]

...looking forward to it, hermana.

[They say their goodbyes, and click off the communicators. Lance spends the rest of the day just kind of pacing about, wondering just what's happened in his future that he's seen. Wondering if he should even ask, or tell her to stay silent. Part of Lance finds himself scared of the future these days, the part of him that's so attached to this damn place.

He doesn't sleep much that night, all these thoughts swirling through his head. Come morning, he receives a text from Veronica saying that she's not on the Marsiva anymore. Lance explains the teleporter system to her, and immediately gets dressed, brushes his teeth, but he only really does half his morning routine because he's too anxious and impatient.

Soon after, he's pacing outside the teleporter room upon the Iskaulit, waiting for her arrival.]

[itsyagirl]

[There's not much to look at in the Marsiva except for space, and frankly she spends probably too much time staring out at that void. Come morning and her transportation to the new ship, Veronica is a bit disoriented, but Lance walks her through everything. Soon enough, she's stepping out in the Iskaulit, hoping she did it right and she's in the right spot. She looks around a bit anxiously, not spotting Lance right away.]

[the_tailor]

[He spots her quickly enough. It's all he can do to resist the urge to dash over to her, but his steps are still swift, and he waves with a big smile.]

Veronica! Veronica, over here!