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She's Alive [Open]
Anyone wandering into the media library this morning would find a somewhat unfamiliar looking young woman (about eighteen, possibly nineteen) sitting in front of the equipment, head tilted back and eyes closed as she listened to some good, old-fashioned rock and roll. She looks fit, in excellent physical condition and seems cheerful enough. She has one leg folded over the opposite knee, toe tapping as she keeps time with the music. Yeah, she's discovered just how awesome music from twentieth century Earth is and she's enjoying it.
Give her a minute and she'll probably notice whoever wanders in after her.
Give her a minute and she'll probably notice whoever wanders in after her.
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"Hell, I discovered this music. Way better then some of the stuff we've got at home."
She gives him a little jab in the shoulder. "How're you doing, big guy?"
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The jab was a bit more familiar. "As good as can be. There's been a few... weird things happening around the ship." He paused. "Well, more weird than usual."
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"Dunno how much weirder shit can get then marrying you, big guy. I mean, no offense, you're great, but you're really not my type."
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She blinked. People reverting back in time? That's a new one to her, although magic could probably do it.
"Nah. Haven't seen or heard anything about that. Sorry, big guy. Anything else I can help you out with, though?"
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