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[coppermarigolds]

Who: Aveline and you
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Marsiva
When: Pre-Shuffle

Ugh, Maker.

[Aveline is... just waking up in the Hospitality Deck. Hello. She blinks several times, disoriented and feeling rather like she had far too much to drink the night before -- and not even good stuff, but more like something questionable and tainted with rat droppings that one might find in the Hanged Man. She sits up, rubbing her temples for a moment, with her eyes squeezed shut. This is all very... strange. And unfamiliar. And yet... she knows it, too. And that doesn't make sense, not remotely. She stares across the room for a moment, trying to put the pieces together. She touches the augment behind her ear, experimentally, and for a long moment is quiet as she looks around the room, scowling like a thundercloud.

Okay. First things first.]

If someone's there, come talk to me face to face.

[It's not a suggestion. It's an order. She pulls herself to her feet, still frowning.]

Comments

[coppermarigolds]

[No. That isn't actually helpful.]

And who are you, then?

[deshabille]

Mal. Who are you, then?

[coppermarigolds]

Aveline. Formerly Guard-Captain Aveline Vallen... but maybe just Aveline, now.

[Ugh. That's not a nice thought.]

[deshabille]

Why? Just because you're here? I shouldn't think that's enough to strip you of your rank. Technically I'm still a corporal.

[coppermarigolds]

There's not much point in being a Guard-Captain without guards to captain. I was an officer in the army once, too, but I'm not in the army any more, either.

[Look this is just logic okay. It's okay if she's not something that she used to be.]

[deshabille]

Mm. Maybe Guard-Captain is less something that gets to you than corporal.

[It's a little bit in her blood now, she thinks.]

[coppermarigolds]

I know who I am. I don't need a title to tell me that.

[Nonsense, Aveline is the guard-captainiest guard-captain to ever guard-captain. She is the job at this point.]

You're a corporal, are you?

[deshabille]

That's what I said.

[She is not the corporal-est corporal ever to corporal, but that has more to do with her general attitude than an unwillingness to try.]

[coppermarigolds]

Well. Corporal Mal, then. What can you tell me about this place?

[deshabille]

It's space.

[A beat.]

I've only just gotten here. I can tell you it seems fairly impossible to get in touch with whoever's in charge.

[coppermarigolds]

Unfortunately so.

[She crosses her arms, but it's more resolution than defeat.]

It will have to remain to be seen if it's completely impossible or only fairly impossible. I don't intend to leave that untested.

[deshabille]

Need any help yelling into the void?

[coppermarigolds]

[That almost gets a twitch of a smile.]

There's more than enough Void to yell into, at least. I'm sure it wouldn't hurt.

[deshabille]

I can yell pretty well. Got a good set of lungs.

[She's grinning a bit, too.]

[coppermarigolds]

If you can fight what might come out of it, then we're set.

[deshabille]

I can fight anything.

[coppermarigolds]

[She smiles, grim but approving.]

Good. I like bravery.