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genessia2018-06-21 12:32 pm
storiesofmyown) wrote in genessia2018-06-21 12:32 pm
First Nightingale Song | Voice/Action near the Shrine
[ACTION] For a girl guarding a pair of earrings
[There's a heaviness in her chest that wasn't there when she got out of sanitation. Her fingers still ache and her brain...feels like overpulled taffy. Stiff and flavorless. Her eyelids are too heavy to lift, and all she wants is to go back to sleep for a year.]
No!
[Her own shout forces her lids up and now her heavy chest is pounding like she just outran a pack of Toclafanes and--]
What the bloody hell? [she demands of the space she's sealed into. Like a coffin.] No. No. No!!!
[She cannot die here. She cannot die of pneumonia. She cannot die of whatever the Drast are doing to her. She cannot.
If her life ends here, the world ends with it. She's only half done. The Doctor's waiting for her. Jack is waiting for her. Her family is waiting for her.
So she will not panic and use up her oxygen. She will not wait for the Drast to do whatever they plan to do to her. No.
She feels around with her blistered, bruised, torn fingers and finds--a box? No broken ribs. She exhales hard. No cough.]
Right, then.
[She tries to sit up and finds the coffin opens easily. No one seems to be running her direction with a weapon. It feels...strangely calm and meditative.]
Screw that. [No way she's waiting around for whatever's coming. Ignoring her exhaustion, she gets up and out, then crouches low and looks for a door.]
* * *
[Half an hour later, she's heard the holographic spiel and doesn't believe a word of it. She stares down at the phone in her hand, deeply suspicious. There's no one she can call without alerting the Drast, or the Toclafane, or the Master. A shudder runs through her at the thought maybe that's what's happened. Maybe the Master found her and she's on the Valiant.
Heart pounding again, she slips outside without speaking to anyone. Who can she possibly trust? She's hungry, though. So very very hungry.
Avoiding restaurants and food carts, she looks for a small, hole in the wall convenience mart. Instinct says it's less likely to watched, but even so, she bypasses the first two she finds, watching for a tail. Finding none, she ducks into the third, tries to look inconspicuous while she gathers up the few sad pieces of fruit, a tin of biscuits, water bottles, and first aid for her fingers and split lip.
After paying with the red money, she doctors herself with her back to a building and her eyes on the street. Still no one is paying attention to her, so she takes a risk and heads to a shrine. There, she sits in the grass, watching people and scanning the Network to see what she can learn. Eventually, she begins the voice message below]
[VOICE] For the world
[There is no video feed. No introduction. And although she's unfamiliar with the network, the speaker has done her best to make herself anonymous]
I would like you to listen to me. I know you're afraid, and you have every right to be. But there is still hope. You are not alone. We are not alone.
You may ask who I am to say this. Some may think you know. But my name doesn't matter. There's someone else. The man who sent me out here [wherever here is, it doesn't matter. the story is the same] to spread the word. His name is the Doctor...[She stops, puts her phone away, and starts moving again. She can't risk being here when they come. She'll have to continue the story from another location.]
---
[[ooc: This is both mine and Martha's first open post. Please let me know if I've messed something up! Feel free to find Martha near the shrine, running away from it, or around the city trying to be inconspicuous. If you want to respond to the voice post, please, please do, because this is really important to her! I've left it open whether or not she's been successful at being anonymous, because it's a new network for her. I'm not fussed whether you answer her as anon or otherwise. In general I'm not fussed! I just want to play with you. <3]]
[There's a heaviness in her chest that wasn't there when she got out of sanitation. Her fingers still ache and her brain...feels like overpulled taffy. Stiff and flavorless. Her eyelids are too heavy to lift, and all she wants is to go back to sleep for a year.]
No!
[Her own shout forces her lids up and now her heavy chest is pounding like she just outran a pack of Toclafanes and--]
What the bloody hell? [she demands of the space she's sealed into. Like a coffin.] No. No. No!!!
[She cannot die here. She cannot die of pneumonia. She cannot die of whatever the Drast are doing to her. She cannot.
If her life ends here, the world ends with it. She's only half done. The Doctor's waiting for her. Jack is waiting for her. Her family is waiting for her.
So she will not panic and use up her oxygen. She will not wait for the Drast to do whatever they plan to do to her. No.
She feels around with her blistered, bruised, torn fingers and finds--a box? No broken ribs. She exhales hard. No cough.]
Right, then.
[She tries to sit up and finds the coffin opens easily. No one seems to be running her direction with a weapon. It feels...strangely calm and meditative.]
Screw that. [No way she's waiting around for whatever's coming. Ignoring her exhaustion, she gets up and out, then crouches low and looks for a door.]
* * *
[Half an hour later, she's heard the holographic spiel and doesn't believe a word of it. She stares down at the phone in her hand, deeply suspicious. There's no one she can call without alerting the Drast, or the Toclafane, or the Master. A shudder runs through her at the thought maybe that's what's happened. Maybe the Master found her and she's on the Valiant.
Heart pounding again, she slips outside without speaking to anyone. Who can she possibly trust? She's hungry, though. So very very hungry.
Avoiding restaurants and food carts, she looks for a small, hole in the wall convenience mart. Instinct says it's less likely to watched, but even so, she bypasses the first two she finds, watching for a tail. Finding none, she ducks into the third, tries to look inconspicuous while she gathers up the few sad pieces of fruit, a tin of biscuits, water bottles, and first aid for her fingers and split lip.
After paying with the red money, she doctors herself with her back to a building and her eyes on the street. Still no one is paying attention to her, so she takes a risk and heads to a shrine. There, she sits in the grass, watching people and scanning the Network to see what she can learn. Eventually, she begins the voice message below]
[VOICE] For the world
[There is no video feed. No introduction. And although she's unfamiliar with the network, the speaker has done her best to make herself anonymous]
I would like you to listen to me. I know you're afraid, and you have every right to be. But there is still hope. You are not alone. We are not alone.
You may ask who I am to say this. Some may think you know. But my name doesn't matter. There's someone else. The man who sent me out here [wherever here is, it doesn't matter. the story is the same] to spread the word. His name is the Doctor...[She stops, puts her phone away, and starts moving again. She can't risk being here when they come. She'll have to continue the story from another location.]
---
[[ooc: This is both mine and Martha's first open post. Please let me know if I've messed something up! Feel free to find Martha near the shrine, running away from it, or around the city trying to be inconspicuous. If you want to respond to the voice post, please, please do, because this is really important to her! I've left it open whether or not she's been successful at being anonymous, because it's a new network for her. I'm not fussed whether you answer her as anon or otherwise. In general I'm not fussed! I just want to play with you. <3]]
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