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driftfleet2015-04-15 04:23 pm
coppermarigolds) wrote in driftfleet2015-04-15 04:23 pm
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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.]
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.]
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[ In the tone of "honestly, Aveline, keep up." ]
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[She doesn't even know where to begin with that. Never mind that 'carburetor' is managing to not be complete nonsense, but... ahhhhhhh.]
Do you actually know how to do that.
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And don't forget about the paste sandwich.
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[...gross.]