[The sound of a sharp, shrill cry of a feline rings into the speakers before the vision of quite the soggy Miss Amelia springs into the screen. She looks positively dapper, doesn't she.]

[She drags a hand from forehead to chin briskly, followed by a quick shake of her head to rid the excess water from herself.]

I was wondering if anyone had any ( Read more... )

[Finally out of quarantine, Amelia is hard pressed for something to eat. Or drink, perhaps. Anything to get the horrendous taste out of her mouth and throat- something soothing to ease the lingering burn. The whorls are gone, but she looks a right trip. Covered in little cuts and abrasions, band-aids on some of the ones larger than a cat scratch. ( Read more... )

I had no idea the kind of parties you lot like to throw, but I must say it was quite a gong-show. Does this sort of thing happen often?

[Miss not-Captain sounds a little worse for wear. Looks it, too, though she makes a point to keep the video feature off. No need for anyone else to see her in such a dreadful state. But she's alive at least, sans ( Read more... )

My my... This is interesting.

[Due to a few unfortunate moments, Amelia has learned to refrain from calling herself 'Captain'. Much to her chagrin, she'd rather forgo the hour-long, unremovable dunce cap. But she's since had a visit to the AMU, patched up nice and tidy, and has even gotten over her bout of delirium. Congratulations to her!]

[For now, there's a quick clear of the ( Read more... )

[First thing to see when green eyes blear open, is white walls, white roof and good gracious, what a small room. The first thing to register in her mind, however, is the aching pain, dulled by a soft bed beneath her. The second? Had the crash knocked her out? Was she now tossed into a room for safekeeping, Doppler and the boy gone to finish the ( Read more... )