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Captain Bel Thorne ([personal profile] hellsbel) wrote in [community profile] thisavrou_log 2016-04-15 05:36 am (UTC)

Bel Thorne || ota

chilly down chilly down || transporters; cargo bay || obvs cws for nudity

...Shit. [frowns, tense, as the MID message winks out. "decontamination," no explanation -- what have they picked up down there? what is it? how bad is it? if everyone's skin melts off before the transporter lands, Bel will be filing a complaint.

surveys the others' faces as the sealed ship touches down, partly to see who might need reassurance, partly to see if anyone's about to keel over and die. bemused, though, as the procedure is explained, and rises from the transporter seat to methodically peel off uniform, thermals, and non-regulation lacy lingerie with the unconcern of someone from a planet with no nudity taboos. if anyone here doesn't use Nomo Deck's communal bathing arrangements, they now know what someone born with two complementary sets of genitals looks like.]


I hope these aren't getting burned. Some of the few good things to come out of Emiri....

[once clothed again, Bel's next stop will be medbay. because so many questions. for which, sadly, there are no answers at all.]



it's only forever || mess hall

[one teacup does not a tea-set make, but by mid-afternoon after a long day downside, it doesn't bother Bel as much as usual to use plain galley glasses instead, setting one out for anybody who might join. a stock of loose-leaf alien tea, obtained from the prison's personnel wing and thoroughly scanned for contaminants, brews in the kitchen. it doesn't smell half bad.

but between the murder trials and D.E.L.'s unexpected vocal streak, it's a troubled Betan doing the pouring. stay, it will be good, you will be cared for, I would be so pleased... the terms are familiar, the associations disturbing. even if Bel can think of several crewpeople who might be better left behind.....

hence the tea. warm, soothing, comfort in near-familiarity. catches your eye and waves you over -- you look like you could use a break.]




where nothing ever hurts again || del pascia

[expected something. didn't expect this.

it'd do any zombie movie proud, the way they stagger along in unison, the creepy stereo overlay of their single voice, bloody and twisted. but aiming for vital organs does nothing, cutting off limbs does nothing -- they're not supposed to be able to reattach them -- isn't there any way to make them stay down? and Bel's little salvage party is deep in the station already, cut off from the transports. these creatures, the hideously exploited remnants of people who'd loved and hated and transgressed and endured -- they don't slow, they don't tire and eventually....]


Rec area. [panting, a metal panel serving as shield and machete -- not enough....] We need to get to where there's furniture. Block them out till help comes.



dance magic dance || wildcard

[anywhere, anywhen!]

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