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Aug. 16th, 2012 05:19 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
psychic_hotline[Public video - backdated to yesterday]
[Sara's sitting on a beat up couch in her cabin. She looks tired and drawn - doesn't everyone? - but apart from some minor scrapes, unhurt.]
For what it's worth, my...I don't know if we've got a Barge word for it. The woman I replaced during port, in the camp under the city. She got some help with the communications technology in their base and got a message out to a ship. First outside contact in a couple of decades.
Turned out the human colonists have made some friends of their own since the shit hit the fan at that one colony. The kind of friends you bring to a fight against something like the Vanquish, you know? They'd assumed the human population was long gone, cordoned off the whole planet and left it, but now they know that's not true...
Help's on its way there, is what I'm saying. Don't know how much, or how long it'll take, the Admiral pulled me away before they got into the details. But it's better than thinking we got off a sinking ship. Thought some of you would want to know that.
[There's a pause, like she wants to say something more, then she decides she doesn't and reaches for the communicator.] That's all.
[Private to Barbara]
I know it wasn't me. I know it didn't have anything to do with me.
But I was one of them, for those four days, and I remember what it was like for them to feel like they'd been forgotten and then to have some hope. And none of them are here to say it, so....thanks. On their behalf.
[Friends + Lokis filter - 'one civil conversation' rule applies]
Check in?
Anything I can do, let me know.
[Sara's sitting on a beat up couch in her cabin. She looks tired and drawn - doesn't everyone? - but apart from some minor scrapes, unhurt.]
For what it's worth, my...I don't know if we've got a Barge word for it. The woman I replaced during port, in the camp under the city. She got some help with the communications technology in their base and got a message out to a ship. First outside contact in a couple of decades.
Turned out the human colonists have made some friends of their own since the shit hit the fan at that one colony. The kind of friends you bring to a fight against something like the Vanquish, you know? They'd assumed the human population was long gone, cordoned off the whole planet and left it, but now they know that's not true...
Help's on its way there, is what I'm saying. Don't know how much, or how long it'll take, the Admiral pulled me away before they got into the details. But it's better than thinking we got off a sinking ship. Thought some of you would want to know that.
[There's a pause, like she wants to say something more, then she decides she doesn't and reaches for the communicator.] That's all.
[Private to Barbara]
I know it wasn't me. I know it didn't have anything to do with me.
But I was one of them, for those four days, and I remember what it was like for them to feel like they'd been forgotten and then to have some hope. And none of them are here to say it, so....thanks. On their behalf.
[Friends + Lokis filter - 'one civil conversation' rule applies]
Check in?
Anything I can do, let me know.
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Date: 2012-08-16 08:16 pm (UTC)So he'd thrown himself into helping out in the infirmary, looking for people who were hurt, helping to clean and bandage injuries, wherever they needed him, and now he was standing outside Sara's door, still wondering if maybe he should have just messaged her. But he finally carefully knocked on the door and waited to see if she'd answer it, trying to figure out what he was going to say.]
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Date: 2012-08-16 08:30 pm (UTC)She's ready to keep going, all in all. Now she's opening the door, and Dick looks - okay. Tired and a little internal conflict-y, but okay. And given his ridiculous fondness for throwing himself headlong into crisis situations, it's more than she could have hoped for.
She moves forward and if he has any broken ribs or any shit like that, he has about a second and a half to get out of the way before she hugs him.]
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Date: 2012-08-16 08:53 pm (UTC)He does not, in fact, have broken ribs, so he just hugs her back tightly, letting out a sort of emotional chuckle.]
Good to see you, too.
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Date: 2012-08-16 09:05 pm (UTC)[Spam]
Date: 2012-08-16 09:48 pm (UTC)[Spam]
Date: 2012-08-17 12:53 am (UTC)[Spam]
Date: 2012-08-17 01:07 am (UTC)Re: [Spam]
Date: 2012-08-17 11:24 am (UTC)It's a lot to carry on her shoulders. And God knows she's used to that, but usually she's more able to take responsibility for her choices. She scratches at her bandaged forearm for a second, returning to her couch.]
How's Tim?
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Date: 2012-08-18 12:20 am (UTC)And again, he chickens out, distracted by the bandage.]
What happened?
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Date: 2012-08-18 01:13 am (UTC)My friend here has some strong feelings about spending half these things comatose.
[Right on time, a few barbed razor wires swarm out of the bracelet, shredding her bandages; after less than a day her cuts are very nearly healed, just pink stripes now, and she's taking this to mean 'we're not fighting, look, you're not even bleeding any more, look how okay we are'. But it also means they're not on 'speaking' terms, which is a threat in itself.]
...Yeah. You'd think after a few thousand years it'd be all out of temper tantrums.
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Date: 2012-08-18 01:22 am (UTC)He slowly relaxes once it retreats, looking a little sheepish.]
I guess I'd be surprised. [He carefully brushes his fingers over her arm, avoiding the bracelet, but.]
Are you sure you're okay?
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Date: 2012-08-18 01:31 am (UTC)I'm sure. I promise. Are you sure?
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Date: 2012-08-18 01:40 am (UTC)I don't like being put in situations like that. Where I have to pick saving one person but risk leaving other people behind. When the Admiral said we'd need to retrieve people or they'd be left behind, I thought he might actually be serious this time.
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Date: 2012-08-18 02:08 am (UTC)He said that? Jesus, I missed that completely.
[And then it occurs to her what this actually means. At the end of port, she'd been in the tunnels one moment and on the Barge the next. Dick didn't come for her; nobody did.]
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Date: 2012-08-18 02:16 am (UTC)Yeah. [And it had still worked out, in the end, but he still felt guilty, stuck on the what ifs.]
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Date: 2012-08-18 02:27 am (UTC)She looks at Dick's face, and what he's feeling is written there clearly enough; she takes his hand and presses it over her cheek, cupping her hand over his.]
Dick. You did what you had to do. And I wouldn't have done anything different.
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Date: 2012-08-18 02:33 am (UTC)I wanted to find you. But it took forever to find Tim and I just... didn't have time.
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Date: 2012-08-18 02:39 am (UTC)[Spam]
Date: 2012-08-18 02:46 am (UTC)[Spam]
Date: 2012-08-18 02:54 am (UTC)[She really would. Her deal's huge, she's not even really sure what its scope ultimately is, but if she had the looming possibility of being trapped on some alien rock forever with no hope of ever going home or fulfilling her deal? She's not sure she could do it.]
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Date: 2012-08-17 10:33 am (UTC)[Filter]
Date: 2012-08-17 06:15 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-08-17 10:35 am (UTC)[Because a very angry Nietzschean is kind of dealing with feelings of wanting to watch them all burn. Which he knows isn't healthy, and currently lacks fucks.]
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Date: 2012-08-17 06:17 pm (UTC)Private to Sara
Date: 2012-08-18 02:40 pm (UTC)I'm glad I could help someone. Hopefully they get as much as they need.
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Date: 2012-08-19 01:48 pm (UTC)[She doesn't really have anything to add to that, truth to say; she's a little beaten, a little bruised; and a little worried about everyone in general; but it's nice to know that they aren't just being abandoned.]
You okay?