Lt. Cmdr. DeVeau - "Nice Face"
Amanda Nordstrom
((Day 57, Far side of Limbo)) DeVeau: Ow!
::Alora jumped up from where she’d been crouching, carefully tending to the trap she’d set. On her side, the tunic had ridden up a bit and something had stuck her, but what? Twisting around and pulling up her tunic, she peered down at the spot on her side. Sticking out of her skin, just above her hip was a long, thin needle like...needle. For a moment, Alora just stared at it, then realise that it probably wasn’t the best idea to simply leave it there. She took a firm but gently plucked it out. Where had it come from? Gingerly, Alora crouched down, then froze save for a smooth, slow motion of her had. There, between two other bushes, was another, a kind she hadn’t come across before. It had long, thin, tube like leaves, though the plant itself was small. It was situated very close to the trap she had set up, and she must have stepped on part of it or brushed up against it, triggering some sort of protective response. Well, she wouldn’t finish setting up the trap there - she didn’t want to get poked again. Gathering the vines, she set them aside and pondered taking off her pack so she could get out a piece of bark. The papery type had proven hardy enough to roll up, almost like parchment, and using sharpened sticks, made a much better medium for her drawings. It was also lighter and easier to pack.::
::It moved. The plant moved. Was moving. Without vacating her spot, Alora blinked. It and the plants beside it were all moving! Undulating from one side to another. Shaking her head, Alora stood, then stumbled. Uh oh...now the entire world was moving. Something...something was in that plant. That plant...it began to grow. So did the others. Bigger...taller. To her waist. To her shoulders...taller than her!
::Around her, the trees loomed and began to lean down toward her. Their branches waved, then began to stretch down to scratch at her. Alora stumbled to one side, then another, attempting to avoid them. They merely laughed with the wind that rustled through them and continued their mockery. Throwing up her hands, she turned to head one way, but trunks expanded and blocked her escape. Alora skidded to a stop, then attempted to go another, but she was trapped!:: ::Thunder roared and lightning flashed. One of the trees suddenly opened its mouth, jagged teeth lining its jaw.:: Macedon: What are you doing? Hold your fire! Rhee: I thought I saw it!
::The trees’ voices thundered and Alora clapped her hands aginst her ears. She twirled around, then began to run, only to step into another trap that she had set up only moments before. Up she went with a shriek. The vines...the vines had come to life! They had slithered down from the branches above and entangled her in their grasp. Thrashing, Alora attempted to swat at their hold.:: Macedon: Commander DeVeau? ::Her name. They knew her name. The sound of it surprised her so that she stopped fighting and stared. She began to swing and turn, the tree in view, then not in view, then in view again. It had shrunk and grown two legs. She tilted her head up. Her packs had fallen off and both lay on the ground. Around her, the various items that she had tied her belt swung against her chest and sides. She was a baby mobile. Maybe she was there to keep the baby trees occupied.:: ::It had also evidently decided to let her go, for it along with another treant companion disentangled her from the vines. She stared up at them.:: DeVeau: That was fun.
::Then collapsed to the ground.:: ((Survivor Group B)) ::The trees were gone. Were they gone? She didn’t hear them whispering any longer. If they were still there, they were being awfully silent. Maybe they were just waiting for the opportunity to string her up again. But if that’s what they had wanted, why did they get her down? Maybe it was fun to watch her bounce around like a yo yo.::
::Yo yo. She had a yo yo once. It had been green and changed colours when it spun. All the colours of the rainbow.::
::Alora had always wondered what it was like to ride a rainbow. She wanted to ride a rainbow on her boat, but Daddy wouldn’t let her. She…::
del Vedova: Hey there. Alora?
DeVeau: Mmmffffhh?
del Vedova: How are you feeling?
::There was a voice. A discombobulated voice. A voice voice. It was a familiar one. In the back of her mind, she realised she like that voice. It was a nice voice. It wanted to know how she was feeling. It cared.::
DeVeau: Grrrgmmmfrrr.
del Vedova: Do you know where you are?
::That was a good question. Did she know where she was? She was...well she wasn’t home. If she didn’t get home soon, her parents would be mad.::
DeVeau: Henna ne….
del Vedova: Response?
DeVeau: Tacosu hoshiidesuyo…
::Alora’s eyes fluttered open and she turned. There was a face there. It was a squiggly face, but nice looking. She liked that face. It was familiar. It was friendly. Did it have tacos?::
DeVeau: Hiiiii….
del Vedova: Response?
DeVeau: I’d like crispy beef, no lettuce, but I definitely want tomatoes and sour cream. Lots of salsa.
del Vedova: Response?
DeVeau: Can I have chocolate ice cream after?
del Vedova: Response?
DeVeau: My side hurts. I don't like it.
((Day 57, Far side of Limbo))
DeVeau: Ow! ::Alora jumped up from where she’d been crouching, carefully tending to the trap she’d set. On her side, the tunic had ridden up a bit and something had stuck her, but what? Twisting around and pulling up her tunic, she peered down at the spot on her side. Sticking out of her skin, just above her hip was a long, thin needle like...needle. For a moment, Alora just stared at it, then realise that it probably wasn’t the best idea to simply leave it there. She took a firm but gently plucked it out. Where had it come from? Gingerly, Alora crouched down, then froze save for a smooth, slow motion of her had. There, between two other bushes, was another, a kind she hadn’t come across before. It had long, thin, tube like leaves, though the plant itself was small. It was situated very close to the trap she had set up, and she must have stepped on part of it or brushed up against it, triggering some sort of protective response. Well, she wouldn’t finish setting up the trap there - she didn’t want to get poked again. Gathering the vines, she set them aside and pondered taking off her pack so she could get out a piece of bark. The papery type had proven hardy enough to roll up, almost like parchment, and using sharpened sticks, made a much better medium for her drawings. It was also lighter and easier to pack.:: ::It moved. The plant moved. Was moving. Without vacating her spot, Alora blinked. It and the plants beside it were all moving! Undulating from one side to another. Shaking her head, Alora stood, then stumbled. Uh oh...now the entire world was moving. Something...something was in that plant. That plant...it began to grow. So did the others. Bigger...taller. To her waist. To her shoulders...taller than her! ::Around her, the trees loomed and began to lean down toward her. Their branches waved, then began to stretch down to scratch at her. Alora stumbled to one side, then another, attempting to avoid them. They merely laughed with the wind that rustled through them and continued their mockery. Throwing up her hands, she turned to head one way, but trunks expanded and blocked her escape. Alora skidded to a stop, then attempted to go another, but she was trapped!::
::Thunder roared and lightning flashed. One of the trees suddenly opened its mouth, jagged teeth lining its jaw.::
Macedon: What are you doing? Hold your fire!
Rhee: I thought I saw it!
::The trees’ voices thundered and Alora clapped her hands aginst her ears. She twirled around, then began to run, only to step into another trap that she had set up only moments before. Up she went with a shriek. The vines...the vines had come to life! They had slithered down from the branches above and entangled her in their grasp. Thrashing, Alora attempted to swat at their hold.::
Macedon: Commander DeVeau?
::Her name. They knew her name. The sound of it surprised her so that she stopped fighting and stared. She began to swing and turn, the tree in view, then not in view, then in view again. It had shrunk and grown two legs. She tilted her head up. Her packs had fallen off and both lay on the ground. Around her, the various items that she had tied her belt swung against her chest and sides. She was a baby mobile. Maybe she was there to keep the baby trees occupied.::
::It had also evidently decided to let her go, for it along with another treant companion disentangled her from the vines. She stared up at them.::
DeVeau: That was fun. ::Then collapsed to the ground.::
((Survivor Group B))
::The trees were gone. Were they gone? She didn’t hear them whispering any longer. If they were still there, they were being awfully silent. Maybe they were just waiting for the opportunity to string her up again. But if that’s what they had wanted, why did they get her down? Maybe it was fun to watch her bounce around like a yo yo.:: ::Yo yo. She had a yo yo once. It had been green and changed colours when it spun. All the colours of the rainbow.:: ::Alora had always wondered what it was like to ride a rainbow. She wanted to ride a rainbow on her boat, but Daddy wouldn’t let her. She…:: del Vedova: Hey there. Alora? DeVeau: Mmmffffhh? del Vedova: How are you feeling? ::There was a voice. A discombobulated voice. A voice voice. It was a familiar one. In the back of her mind, she realised she like that voice. It was a nice voice. It wanted to know how she was feeling. It cared.:: DeVeau: Grrrgmmmfrrr. del Vedova: Do you know where you are? ::That was a good question. Did she know where she was? She was...well she wasn’t home. If she didn’t get home soon, her parents would be mad.:: DeVeau: Henna ne…. del Vedova: Response? DeVeau: Tacosu hoshiidesuyo… ::Alora’s eyes fluttered open and she turned. There was a face there. It was a squiggly face, but nice looking. She liked that face. It was familiar. It was friendly. Did it have tacos?:: DeVeau: Hiiiii…. del Vedova: Response? DeVeau: I’d like crispy beef, no lettuce, but I definitely want tomatoes and sour cream. Lots of salsa. del Vedova: Response? DeVeau: Can I have chocolate ice cream after? del Vedova: Response?
DeVeau: Can I still have chocolate?
del Vedova: Response?
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Medical Officer
USS Veritas
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