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]

[And that's all he needs for the waterworks to start. It isn't full on sobbing, but there are definitely tears coming down Lance's face.]

I can't believe... I get to see you again. I missed you so much, so much! There hasn't been a single day that I haven't thought about you and everyone else. It's so hard, not having been able to say goodbye, knowing that I left everyone not knowing what happened to me, worrying you all.

[itsyagirl]

Hey, hey, shhh. [Veronica holds him close, hand coming to gently cradle the back of Lance's head. It's instinctual, protective, doing what she feels is best to keep her little brother safe.]

It's okay, Lance. None of that matters anymore.

[the_tailor]

It... I... Right, s-sorry. You know how emotional I am...that never changed.

[He remains there for a little longer, taking that comfort. Eventually he pulls away and rubs the tears off of his face.]

Whew. Okay. Needed to get all of that out.

[itsyagirl]

Doesn't ever have to. I like you the way you are.

[She continues to hold him, stroking absently at his hair and smiling. She's missed this, even if it hasn't been too long. It feels good to have her little brother at her side again.]

Glad you did. Sometimes all you need is a good cry.

[the_tailor]

Oh yeah, definitely.

[He hums, not quite pulling away yet. Lance is a sucker for physical comfort, after all, and he wants to stay close to his sister right now.]

So, uh, how are you adjusting so far?

[itsyagirl]

Honestly?

[Veronica laughs sheepishly.] I'm...struggling to believe all of this. I mean, I've seen strange, very strange, but this is something else.

[the_tailor]

I know. I mean, I've had the most insane things happen to me. Heck, I've even visited an alternate reality before. But this? This is all something else. By now I'm used to it, since I've been here for...oh man. A year and a half? So after a while, you just kinda adjust.

[He finally pulls away, wiping a little at his eyes.]

All we can do is just live day to day. And try to figure out just what the quiznak is going on with this place, but it's really, really slow going.

[itsyagirl]

An alternate-- [Veronica shakes her head.] Never mind, we can talk about that later. You've been here a year and a half?

[the_tailor]

I have. Shiro and Keith have been here for a little longer than I have, and Pidge came a little after. Hunk was here for a bit, but...not for long.

[God. He really. Really. Misses him.]

And Allura, of course! She arrived a few weeks ago.

[itsyagirl]

[Veronica frowns.]

We don't have time for this. Playing someone else's stupid mind game... We've got a war to deal with, Lance. We need to go home.

[the_tailor]

I know we do. But there's nothing we can do here about that. When we go home, it'll be like we never left at all. Think of it like...time is frozen back home. Us being here won't affect the war.

[He gives a little shrug.]

[itsyagirl]

I don't care about that, I...I care about Mama and Papa and everyone that's died and I'm supposed to just vacation here for God knows how long pretending everything is fine?

[She finally snaps, whirling around on her heel and dropping her head into her hands.]

[the_tailor]

Everyone that's... Veronica, what are you talking about? What do you mean, died?

[He feels something tighten up in his chest. People have died? Wait, are their parents part of that? What happened? Why?]

[itsyagirl]

I... [Oh hell. She didn't mean to do that.]

..Nothing. Just forget I said anything.

[the_tailor]

No. No, you don't just get to say that and brush it off!

[He grabs her shoulder, spinning her around.]

[itsyagirl]

It...It's fine, Lance, really, everything is-- [But her lower lip is quivering and she's trying not to cry, unable to even get the last word out.]

[the_tailor]

I... C-can you at least tell me...if our family...?

[Lance trails off, unable to finish the question. What's going to happen? Who's going to die on Earth, and most importantly, why wasn't he there to stop it?]

[itsyagirl]

[She lifts her glasses to swipe angrily at her eyes.] Everyone's safe.

[the_tailor]

[That in itself is a relief. However, he knows there's much more to the situation. Veronica is very good at keeping a cool head, so whatever's happened to make her like this must be severe.

Whatever it was, he must have not been there for.]

Veronica, I... I'm sorry...

[itsyagirl]

Don't, please. [She waves a hand at him.] I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to blow up on you.

[Veronica lets out a long breath and removes her glasses to clean them.]

...Is there somewhere we can get a drink or something?

[the_tailor]

There is. C'mon, there's a bar I frequent.

[He nods at her to follow him. Upon further consideration, he takes her hand, giving it a squeeze.

Before long, they're at the bar in question. Lance orders both of them drinks, having a good idea of what Veronica would like, and has them both sit down at a table near the back.]

[itsyagirl]

Thanks.

[That touch is nice and reassuring, and Veronica returns it, leaning a little against Lance as they walk. He knows her tastes and the drinks here, so she has no problem with him ordering for her. And a table in the back is nice too, more private.]

So...what have I missed? What have you gotten up to?

[the_tailor]

[Lance takes a sip of his drink before responding. It's difficult to get her brief lash out out of his head, and just as difficult to shake the dread of what could happen in the future.

But for right now...]

Well, I've been trying to live as normal a life as I can here. Back home, we've been fighting for years, but here... I can just kind of be again, you know? Part of me needed this.

[itsyagirl]

[She sips at her drink as well, nodding in approval at Lance's choice. He knows her so well.]

You might have to teach me a thing or two about relaxing, but I think I know what you mean. I can't imagine how stressful it must be to be a paladin.

[the_tailor]

I'll do my best. Being a paladin is ridiculously stressful. We barely get a chance to relax, because we never know when the next attack is. Then there's Allura and Shiro making us train all the time, which I totally get, but man, it gets tiring. Sometimes we get woken up in the middle of the night, alarms blaring, because a Galra fleet somehow found us and is attacking us.

[He sighs, having some more of his drink.]

I mean, don't get me wrong. I'm honored to be a paladin, and I want to be able to help the universe. I'm glad I can do that. I just never thought I'd be a fully fledged soldier in a war at my age, y'know?