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driftfleet2019-01-12 10:13 pm
itsyagirl) wrote in driftfleet2019-01-12 10:13 pm
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Missing Home
Who: open to all
Broadcast: no
Action: Iskaulit
When: Jan 12 or whenever...time doesn't matter
Veronica has been rather absent this holiday season. While she's made an appearance at the festivities, she hasn't really seemed all there, and has left early from most of them without talking much. For a girl whose life has changed so much so fast, even before the Fleet, one might think it would be easy for her to roll with the punches, but eventually, Veronica tires out, and she's hit that point.
She misses home. She's lonely. Sure, she has Lance here, but much of his time is dedicated to Keith and his team, and Veronica isn't about to take that away from him. He's happy. She isn't going to get in the way of that. While she's befriended people here, it just isn't the same, and she finds herself growing homesick and depressed.
She's spending a lot of time these days just sitting by the bay windows of the Iskaulit, looking out into the deep abyss of space. It's beautiful, and she really does love it, but...it's so cold and isolating. It makes her think of everything that she's lost, all the people who have died for a war that they were never even meant to be a part of... Veronica hugs her knees to her chest and just watches.
Broadcast: no
Action: Iskaulit
When: Jan 12 or whenever...time doesn't matter
Veronica has been rather absent this holiday season. While she's made an appearance at the festivities, she hasn't really seemed all there, and has left early from most of them without talking much. For a girl whose life has changed so much so fast, even before the Fleet, one might think it would be easy for her to roll with the punches, but eventually, Veronica tires out, and she's hit that point.
She misses home. She's lonely. Sure, she has Lance here, but much of his time is dedicated to Keith and his team, and Veronica isn't about to take that away from him. He's happy. She isn't going to get in the way of that. While she's befriended people here, it just isn't the same, and she finds herself growing homesick and depressed.
She's spending a lot of time these days just sitting by the bay windows of the Iskaulit, looking out into the deep abyss of space. It's beautiful, and she really does love it, but...it's so cold and isolating. It makes her think of everything that she's lost, all the people who have died for a war that they were never even meant to be a part of... Veronica hugs her knees to her chest and just watches.
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You must know my brother, Lance. He's a paladin of Voltron. And a pilot here. [There's a note of pride in her voice, and she smiles as she speaks.]
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[She...does not sound like she shares Veronica's high regard for her brother, but at least there's more of a general weariness to her voice than anything resembling...well, malice. Probably because she doesn't actually think too badly of the boy, she's just frustrated by him.]
Yes. I do know him. Perhaps more than either of us would have liked.
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Oh?
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[Maybe not as bad as Looma's letting on, but well. For someone as prideful as her, any sort of insecurity or self doubt was bound to be seen as something truly horrifying.]
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[...hold on a second, did she hear that first part right?]
What do you mean, you've been in his mind?
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[A correction delivered with considerably more emotional detachment than one might expect.]
I meant what I said. I have been inside his mind. A little more than a year ago, by your time. Those of us trapped here were transported back to the Marsiva, for something called "calibrations." I am still uncertain what the point of it was, but many of us journeyed into the minds of others, to glimpse their memories. Or had intrusions into our own.
[Not something she sounds particularly thrilled about, but who could blame her? Calling it an invasion of privacy didn't really do it justice. Meanwhile, the ziboson seems to be getting very comfortable in its current position, and lets out a giant yawn. Judging by how it's struggling to keep all those eyes open, it might be approaching naptime.]
Oh! And our two previous hosts were executed! Or horribly mutilated, I am not certain which. We did only get to hear it, after all- aside from shadows in the room. But they have not been seen since!
[She...does not sound like she misses them. At all. And like if she has any regrets about the whole thing it was not getting to watch or take part in it.
Probably because that's exactly how she feels about it.]