[The camera turns on to a wide-shot of Irene's room. In the background, a blur of limbs, hair, and fabric dashes back and forth across the field of view, singing tuneless snatches of some song. The shape bolts towards the camera and is resolved - a little girl, about six, with a wild tangle of brown hair and a reckless grin. She's barefoot, but ( Read more... )

That was certainly an interesting sojourn.

It was, I must say, refreshing to be a free woman again. No wardens to keep an eye on one's every move, no restrictions, no one checking to make sure one was obeying the law behaving oneself. It was a welcome respite from the life of a prisoner, even if it did come at the price of my memory. Quite strange, ( Read more... )

[Have a very disheveled Irene - she's definitely the worse for wear, with a bit of a sunburn and visible bug bites and a scratch or two on her neck. She's streaked pretty liberally with grime, what's visible of her clothes looks destroyed and her hair is a limp mess peppered with of bits of twigs and leaves. She looks, in short, like a woman who's ( Read more... )

[Transmission turns on with a muffled thump. The sound is grainy and distorted, but still intelligible. There is a clattering sound; Irene swears, and then Gabriel's voice is audible. He sounds self-satisfied, as ever.]

"Boy, Irene, you actually really, really suck at hide-and-seek."

[There's a rustling of fabric and the sound of quick footsteps. ( Read more... )

[Private to Bela]

This does not bode well.

I do hope you haven't all gone and gotten yourselves disintegrated.

So - who's in what condition?

There is never a dull moment on this boat, apparently.

Just as soon as I gain some modicum of relief that my gender was restored, we are beset by beasts from Hell. What a lovely little craft we have here, just charming, really. I'm surprised we don't let out cabins as vacation rentals. What could be better than a sea-facing view of mayhem?

[Private ( Read more... )

Are you kidding me? Are you kidding me?

Our Admiral has a sense of humor, it seems.

[Private to Gabe]

Do your worst. I dare you.

I am never setting foot off this godforsaken ship again.

I would request that my actions be taken with a block liberal amount of salt - I was not myself, as I hope was apparent. I apologize to anyone I may have accosted made uncomfortable or otherwise inconvenienced ( Read more... )