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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]

[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.