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[forgetyourusedtobe]

Who: Elena & you!!!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Marsiva, if any
When: May 20th

[Elena accidentally manages to start broadcasting as she's moving through the hallway. The camera follows the light swing of her arm, providing a view of the floor and her legs. She's silent, although really tamping down on the urge to call to people she knows. Staying quiet and remaining as inconspicuous as possible seems like the more logical thing to do in this situation.]

[It's only once she's come to the viewing bay that Elena stops short with a small gasp.]

Oh my God...

[She had been debating if this was a dream or real, but something about seeing outside into space makes this all very, very real. Slowly, she approaches the glass. She places both hands on the glass and through her fingers, you finally get a look at the girl accidentally broadcasting to the entire fleet, confused and upset.]

Comments

[forgetyourusedtobe]

I still can't believe anyone would watch this...

[onlyanapple]

People will watch just about anything, these days. A show about otherwrodly people being forced to live together in space isn't that much of a stretch at all.

[forgetyourusedtobe]

I guess I should just be grateful that we can all understand each other.

[onlyanapple]

Hm. I imagine the augments have something to do with that. Internal translator, something of that ilk.

[forgetyourusedtobe]

I still don't know how comfortable I am with them sticking something inside my head like that.

[onlyanapple]

Comfortable or not, you're stuck with it. I doubt they much care either way on your feelings on the matter.

[forgetyourusedtobe]

I don't think they do.

[onlyanapple]

Best to just keep on then, and occasionaly flip them the metaphorical bird.

Or the actual one, if you're so inclined.

[forgetyourusedtobe]

I don't think I'm quite brave enough to chance the actual one.

[onlyanapple]

Hm, it does depend on how much you want to chance your luck with them. How brave you're feeling, or rather, how much you're prepared to take what they punish you with.

[forgetyourusedtobe]

What sort of things do they usually punish people with...?

[onlyanapple]

From what I've seen, they like to play about with our augments.

[forgetyourusedtobe]

Meaning...?

[onlyanapple]

Meaning sometimes they...malfunction. Change our moods, our memories, and the like.

[forgetyourusedtobe]

Wait, they can change our memories?

[onlyanapple]

They can change anything about us at the drop of a hat.

That castle I talked about? Some of my memories from that place are holey.

[forgetyourusedtobe]

...How bad is it?

[onlyanapple]

Not cluch my head and wail to the sky in agony terrible, it's more annoying than anything. I imagine the mortals have a harder time of it. They have less memories to lose, after all.

[forgetyourusedtobe]

What are you?

[It's a blunt question, but she'd rather cut to the chase.]

[onlyanapple]

A demon. As in a fell from Heaven employee of Satan Bible demon.

[forgetyourusedtobe]

[Well, that's ultra-specific, but she supposes there's a reason for the specificity.]

You're not exactly what I'd imagine a demon to be.

[onlyanapple]

[You come across enough demon hunters, it becomes imperitive to survival. Or rather, not being inconviniently killed for a short time.]

No one imagines demons for what we actually are. None of us have horns or use pitchforks, just in case that's the mental image you have. No cloven hooves, either.

[forgetyourusedtobe]

I'm guessing angels don't look a whole lot like I'd expect them to either?

[onlyanapple]

Oh no, they look pretty much what you'd expect. Though the one I know is a little on the pudgy side.

[forgetyourusedtobe]

You know an angel?