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magicalpadawan2012-12-09 10:11 pm
001, video
[There’s a young woman on your video screens today, Keeliai! Well, to be more precise, it is a purple-haired young woman in what looks to be a pile of rags, leaning heavily on a cane some distance back from the screen. She brushes some of that hair out of her face and gives the screen a slightly apprehensive look. She has to raise her voice a little to be heard, sure, but she figures that’s better than the thing possibly fizzling out mid-sentence.]
Is this on? [She pauses a moment, just to make sure. No sudden explosions, check. Time to continue. Her demeanour suddenly changes, most of that apprehension melting away into something fierce, dangerous, very nearly desperate.]
Look, I don’t know who you think you are, but you can’t just scoop people out of their home worlds. How am I supposed to believe that no time passes here? Could be a Rip van Winkle kind of thing, or maybe -- [Her face sharpens as a sudden thought occurs.]
Lea. I don’t know what kind of shit you think you’re pulling, but you know I don’t have time for this. I never agreed to any of your stupid deals. I need to be home. Please.
Is this on? [She pauses a moment, just to make sure. No sudden explosions, check. Time to continue. Her demeanour suddenly changes, most of that apprehension melting away into something fierce, dangerous, very nearly desperate.]
Look, I don’t know who you think you are, but you can’t just scoop people out of their home worlds. How am I supposed to believe that no time passes here? Could be a Rip van Winkle kind of thing, or maybe -- [Her face sharpens as a sudden thought occurs.]
Lea. I don’t know what kind of shit you think you’re pulling, but you know I don’t have time for this. I never agreed to any of your stupid deals. I need to be home. Please.