} 062 - [VOICE] - back again

[creatingalegacy]

So.

[Amanda sounds...indifferent. Not honestly indifferent; it's got an air of practice to it, like she rehearsed her tone.]

I'm back.

[There isn't much she wants to say to the general population at the moment, all things considered, so...have her lackluster public announcement.]


[Private to Lua]

Are you back yet? [Please be back. Amanda's missed her like crazy.]

If you are, I'm sorry. I didn't expect to be gone so long, but I needed to wait for something.

[Private to Rhade]

[A little playfully:] Miss me?

[Private to Hoffman]

[There's nothing on the network for him. Instead, she's left a newspaper in front of his door. It's an issue of the New York Times, dated 2003...a new 2003.

She's used a red marker to circle a small article: the announcement of Gideon Kramer's birth, the first child of renowned civil engineer John Kramer and Jill Tuck, his philanthropist wife.]


[OOC: Sorry I vanished! I had to hiatus suddenly due to my perpetually shitty health.]

Comments

[ichoosefight]

You picked a good time to leave.

[creatingalegacy]

That can only mean one of two things: either someone went on a killing spree, or the Admiral steered everyone into a hellhole.

[ichoosefight]

That'd be answer number two, for ten thousand. Congratulations, you win a vacation that doesn't suck.

[creatingalegacy]

What the hell happened?

[ichoosefight]

Aliens took over the Earth. Everyone who wasn't hidden was taken and forced into labor, experimentation, or crazy death matches.

[creatingalegacy]

He's gotta be fucking with us. There's no way he could accidentally hit every single shitty world in the universe.

private

[surrenders]

[...all right, she's got to calm down. It's Amanda, it's going to be all right. It's going to be all right.]

You're back.

private

[creatingalegacy]

Of course I'm back. I promised I would be. Sorry it took so long.

Stephanie told me about port. Are you okay?

private

[surrenders]

Made it out better than most of us. [She didn't get hurt, and this is going to go away soon enough.] They took a lot of people, turned them into slaves, did some colosseum thing with Ladd and Gaheris and some of the kids, even...

[She's leaving out the science if it's at all possible.]

I'm glad you missed out.

private

[creatingalegacy]

What did they do to you.

[It's more a demand than a question.]

private

[surrenders]

Locked me up with about ten of us. Kept asking me questions. I think they thought I was going to change my answers. It... none of it made sense, they were already looking at my brain...

But I took a couple of them down with me. [Think about that last part, Amanda. Be proud of her, stop worrying about what you can't fix.]

private

[creatingalegacy]

[That DOES make her proud. Incredibly proud.]

How'd you do it? Did you have any of your self-defense kit on you, or did you improvise?

[Private]

[truth_is_cold]

[He is so happy to see her.] In the worst way.

[Private]

[creatingalegacy]

Stephanie gave me the rundown on port. Are you okay?

[Private]

[truth_is_cold]

I'm angry. [There's a shrug in his voice. It's a helpless, buried anger. Nothing that he can do with it.] Physically I will heal.

[Private]

[creatingalegacy]

Were you killed?

[Private]

[truth_is_cold]

No. Dylan and Bucky were during our escape. I lived. [And he doesn't know what to think about that.]

[Private]

[creatingalegacy]

I want to see you. Talk to me about what happened.

[He needs to make sure the anger doesn't fester. She knows very well what that kind of thing can do to a person.

...Also, who the hell are Bucky and Dylan?]

[yeahscience]

Hey. Welcome back. Lucky you, missing the port.

[And because he's heard her question to Steph, and already had time to marvel over the fact that she asked about him, specifically -- like, talk about proof that things change--] I hit a death toll, but it's-- I'm okay. It was, like, a calculated risk.

[creatingalegacy]

What happened to you?

[yeahscience]

Um, some aliens hit me in the head.

[creatingalegacy]

Skull fracture? Subdural hematoma?

[yeahscience]

[Oh, hi, Amanda, you're back.] I... guess? Yeah? They beat me up until I was dead, yo, I didn't really stop to consider the hows.

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[no_fastolfe]

Welcome back.

[Vasilia barely knows her, but it's good to have semifamiliar faces around.]

[Voice]

[creatingalegacy]

It's good to be back.

[Sort of. This place kind of sucks, what with the murder sprees and the Admiral's shitty driving, but she missed some people here.]

How are you?