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thisavrou2015-11-07 10:33 pm
backsassin) wrote in thisavrou2015-11-07 10:33 pm
video;
[Hello Moira crew, did you think you’d be sleeping at the equivalent of roughly three o’clock in the not-yet-morning? Well, you’re not, because one of your new shipmates has decided her message is more important.
The face of a young woman with short, coppery-blonde hair and green eyes appears on the screen. At first glance, it may look like she’s resting her head against a wall, but after a couple of seconds spent working out the angle, you can work out that she’s actually laying her head on the flat surface of a table, possibly of a bar.]
Hey there. [The absent smile on her face is unexpectedly intimate, as if she’s lying next to you at that very moment.] I… don’t really know how this works anymore. [It’s unclear what she means by “this.” Maybe she doesn't mean anything. It doesn't take a genius to know that she's heavily inebriated. A hand appears to scrub at her eyes, then cover them. The smile falls from her face.]
Someone mentioned a library. Shouldn’t the afterlife have… I don’t know. All the books in the galaxy?... That sounds right. [Two fingers part to reveal an eye. It’s blue.]
What should I read? I want something… I want something where the guy dies. [She gives a short laugh.] But it should have a happy ending.
Nothing boring either. Something with action. Shoot-outs. Battles. Things like that. [Her hand drops away from her face, and her mismatched blue and green gaze wanders away from the screen.]
Where's the library anyway?
The face of a young woman with short, coppery-blonde hair and green eyes appears on the screen. At first glance, it may look like she’s resting her head against a wall, but after a couple of seconds spent working out the angle, you can work out that she’s actually laying her head on the flat surface of a table, possibly of a bar.]
Hey there. [The absent smile on her face is unexpectedly intimate, as if she’s lying next to you at that very moment.] I… don’t really know how this works anymore. [It’s unclear what she means by “this.” Maybe she doesn't mean anything. It doesn't take a genius to know that she's heavily inebriated. A hand appears to scrub at her eyes, then cover them. The smile falls from her face.]
Someone mentioned a library. Shouldn’t the afterlife have… I don’t know. All the books in the galaxy?... That sounds right. [Two fingers part to reveal an eye. It’s blue.]
What should I read? I want something… I want something where the guy dies. [She gives a short laugh.] But it should have a happy ending.
Nothing boring either. Something with action. Shoot-outs. Battles. Things like that. [Her hand drops away from her face, and her mismatched blue and green gaze wanders away from the screen.]
Where's the library anyway?
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I’m Zam. And I know I’m dead. The saberdart hit me riiiight… [A finger makes its unsteady way to the side of her neck.] …here. And I saw it in the glass at the hotel.
You could’ve died and just not know it. Sniper bullet from somewhere far, far away. Or a heart attack. Or a bomb. [She shrugs.]You wouldn’t even know.
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A recruiter asked me if I wanted a job where I could see the universe, go into space. I thought he was full of shit and said yes as a joke. Because of this, I was recruited onto their shitty ship.
Since then, my contract has somehow been moved to this one. But I am certain I was not dead then. Three of us came here from that ship, so I'm pretty sure we all have different sort of possibilities of how to get here.
So now I am on this ship instead of that one, and it's still bullshit.