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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]

We've known each other for a long time. That counts for a lot.

[dancingmd]

[Beverly can't help but feel a little jealous of Hawke right now... As much as she tells herself she wouldn't wish this situation upon any of her friends, she knows that is not entirely true. Still, she smiles.]

I know exactly what you mean. There is something particularly important about a bond like that, with someone you have known for years.

[coppermarigolds]

You've had a friend like that too, then.

[Good. Everyone should.]

It must be hard to be parted from them, then.

[dancingmd]

[She looks down and away from the camera for a moment before answering.]

It is.

[coppermarigolds]

[Her mouth twists with sympathy.]

I'm... sorry. For what it's worth.

[dancingmd]

[She looks back up and gives Aveline a fleeting, tight-lipped smile.]

Thank you. I didn't mean to...

[Straightening up more, she takes a deep breath.]

I'll be alright. We've been through much worse than this.

[coppermarigolds]

[She nods. She isn't one to pry.]

We're not beaten yet.

[It's easy for her to have optimism. She just got here, after all.]

[dancingmd]

No, you're right, we're not. I'm certain there is a solution out there... and in the meantime, we must make the best of the situation.

[coppermarigolds]

That sounds like good advice.

[She closes her eyes, trying to remember to breathe.]

And I've been in worse situations, too. At least our lives aren't in immediate danger.

[dancingmd]

Not at the moment, no, but we were attacked by another group of starships about a week ago.

[coppermarigolds]

Attacked?

[Oh, so, this is like playing pirates in space? Is that it?]

By whom?

[dancingmd]

[She sighs in frustration.] If only we knew. They attacked without any warning and without identifying themselves. Our captors seem to know who it was, but of course, they're not going to tell us anything.

[coppermarigolds]

[That gets an angry huff.]

How are we supposed to defend ourselves if we don't know what we're fighting?

[dancingmd]

I think that's part of the entertainment, for our captors.