057 ☣ But now am found

[fridgetothefire]

[She feels brittle and stretched, like an old rubber band, achy and shocky. The world isn't quite steady. She blinks open tacky eyelids, sees blue sky instead of read cape, then closes them again, takes carefully counted breaths, tries to center herself in her body until the static clears. She sits up, and realizes dimly that the world really isn't steady. She's in a little motorboat on a charming neighborhood canal of some sort, rocking lightly with the shallow waves. The position of the sun suggests it's afternoon. She doesn't have a hangover but she still feels strange, unreal and full of echoes. Her back aches where she was laying on something - her communicator. Her breath whooshes out as memory rushes in, and she swallows several times, picks it up with hands that shake only slightly.]


[Public, video]

[Anya has messy hair and a drawn expression, carefully tamping down on hope and fear alike.]

...hello, this is Anya, can anyone hear this?



[Private to the Admiral, a little later]

Give me an expanded storage room off the maintenance office and I'll be able to stock up better.

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[videocamera]

["Shutterbug." He sort of gets caught off-guard and smile-frowns at that, because... people don't usually call him names relating to his camera without them being mean. And it's not mean coming from her.]

Amsterdam's kind of... not my thing.

[Yes. He's totally hiding in his room.]

get on deck loser we're going shopping

[fridgetothefire]

Sure it is. Lots of adorable boats and dutch people and eminently filmable things.

Anyway, I need extra hands to run around the hardware store and replace everything we used up the last few months. Come help and I'll turn you lose with some spree money afterward. You can spend it on tech upgrades or stupidly good chocolate if you're not into weed.

[videocamera]

[It's a good thing she plays the maintenance card because it makes it so much easier for him to agree. It's his job. This is part of his job.

A new camera might be cool, if he can find one.]

... Fine. Okay. Are you-- Where are you?

[fridgetothefire]

Some windy little picturesque canal street. Meet us up on deck, we'll haul our first load down and then you can come back with us.

Can you drive, by the way?

[videocamera]

Uh, yeah. I mean, I never drove much... [Because not having a car plus being able to fly equals little inclination or opportunity for it.] But I can.

Who, um-- Who else is with you?

[Not that he's not already getting up to head upstairs, but he hears that 'us' and his antisocial little heart demands he ask about it.]