morphitudinous: (Seriously oozing)
Billy Cranston ([personal profile] morphitudinous) wrote in [community profile] trans_92012-06-03 11:36 pm

The Time We Lost [open, post-rebellion]

Podded and popped again? Billy was less than enthusiastic, especially considering the circumstances. He'd been podded to hinder the engineers---of that, he was certain. He hadn't tried nearly hard enough to affirm his loyalty to the Daligig. Billy would really have to work on his ability to lie.

He'd shivered in the puddle of biostasis fluid, bogged down by worry and fear carried over from his last memory. What had happened, how long had he been gone? Weeks, months, years? Was there even a single familiar face still here?

At least one, his heart answered, though that little warmth in his chest couldn't tell him how he'd be received by her. He hoped there were more friends waiting. Resigning himself to the fact that he'd have to face them sooner or later (especially if she was telling people that he was awake---the last thing he wanted was anyone rushing down here to check), Billy rose to his feet and trode onward and upward.

Finally, he reached the traditional destination, the Observation Deck. As he gazed around at the strangely barren environment, that nagging sense of wrongness finally clicked in his mind. It felt wrong because it was empty. Where were the other popping crew members, where was the welcoming committee? A quick visual sweep across the room revealed no presence that caught his eye---was it his blind spot, were these new glasses not the right prescription strength? Or was everyone asleep, or...worse?

Billy knew by now that it was best to fight pre-emptive panic---his body needed the resources for when it was truly time to panic. He knew at least one person was alive. That was enough. So he settled on a small meat-chair, thinking of exactly what he'd say to the first person he saw. Where to begin? Apologies, questions...he had so many words in his head he worried he'd trip on them.
soulinherfists: glowy confident smile (Let's definitely not lose here)

[personal profile] soulinherfists 2012-06-12 02:44 am (UTC)(link)
Allenby laughed self-consciously as she got off of him, shifting over to sit on the squishy cushion on the far side of the couch so he could get up. "Good!" she said, still smiling from ear-to-ear. "Boy, am I glad Stacy left your memory alone. Saves us both a lotta trouble." Even though she did mean it about making friends with him over again.

She pumped a fist. "And I'm great! We kicked the Daligig and the Kessek right off the ship, the Ghyll are on our side, and so is Stacy now! So we're not slaves anymore!" She flung her arms wide at the last sentence. "No more Punishment, no more gettin' our thoughts monitored, no more people getting repodded just because the Daligig don't like being questioned. It's great!"