Lily #1 (Intro)

[poisontippedcure]

Who: Rose and You!
Broadcast: Yes!
Action: Marsiva Hospitality Deck.
When: April 1st.



[Waking Up]

[When Rose wakes up on the Marsiva, it takes a moment for her to come to her senses. The last memory she has is of a splitting headache, reaching for her friend across a battlefield...]

[...And then waking up on the hospitality deck of the Marsiva. It takes a moment for the gears to click, and things to fall into place, but once they do, everything comes back at once. It should be enough to give her another headache, except for right now, she has more on her mind.]

[Rose is not someone known for being calm, but now it's apparent that she's angry. She's angry in a way that she hasn't been in a very, very long time. She knows she's being filmed, so she's gonna try to address the Atroma directly.]

Oh, for the love of...I demand you send me back, this instant. I don't have time to waste here.

[Addressing the Fleet]

[Of course, that doesn't work. She hadn't really expected it to, but there was always a chance.]

[She has no choice but to wait for the shuffle, so while she's waiting, she'll send a text out to the Fleet. There's not much else she can do in this metal prison, after all.]

I suppose I'm stuck here again. Have things improved? Or are the Atroma as awful as always?

Comments

[poisontippedcure]

If I didn't know any better, I would say you might be exaggerating.

[Despite her banter, Rose's smile is earnest. Given everything that's happened back home, a friendly face doesn't hurt.]

It's good to see you too. Good cohorts are hard to find, after all.

[theirondragon]

Maybe I am. You never took the chance to find out.

Ha! We're cohorts now?

[poisontippedcure]

Well, we might need to see about changing that.

[She kids. Or does she?]

I would say so, yes. Unless you object.

[theirondragon]

[He smiles, but there's a slightly apologetic look in his eye.]

Sorry, Rose. I'm in a committed relationship, but I'm good with cohorts.

[poisontippedcure]

[Rose winks in return. No harm, no foul.]

A relationship, you say? Whose the lucky lady? Or are you a man's man?

[theirondragon]

Eh, I just like people, Rose.

[He smiles.]

But his name's Dorian.

[poisontippedcure]

And that's where we differ. I never much cared for people.

[She smiles in turn.]

He sounds lovely.

[theirondragon]

I mean, I don't like all people, but I'm not picky in bed.

[He chuckles.]

He's a fussy braggart most of the time, but he's mine.

[And there's a fondness in that 'mine' that cannot be ignored.]