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give me whoever | idk how much sense this makes in sleep deprieved land.

[knightsaber]

[ she wasn't supposed to live through this. going into space had been a last-ditch effort to stop galatea, the only chance they had at defeating her. priss knew it would likely be the end and when the sotai's voice echoed through her mind, asking her about home, she dismissed it. home had been unreachable in the end. her hardsuit was steadily losing power and she had been drifting further and further away from the planet she called home.

there had been no going back. it was the end.

or it was supposed to be.

priss doesn't know how long she was out, where she is or how she got here, but she's alive. standing up on legs that should not be this steady in a suit that should not still have power, she takes in her surroundings. nothing familiar. nothing that would give her a clue as to where she might be. ]

Fuck.

idk but we'll make it work somehow

[acaseofyou]

[ this place is strange.

the last thing birdie remembers, before she woke up here, is the night lorelai went banshee. the screaming, the bodies, putting a stake in her sire's heart to make it stop because she couldn't bring herself to give her the final death. knowing it was only a matter of time until the prince called for a blood hunt for the both of them--

she remembers getting lorelai's corpse, stuck in torpor, to her haven just before dawn, and the usual compulsion to sleep.

waking up again after sunset was... a different place. not denver, not even any town or city she can remember visiting in all her years. small, but populated, a place that feels older than it looks. it's only been a night awake, a day asleep, keeping to herself as much as she could. there was no assurance this wasn't a trick, some new camarilla punishment, but when she'd fed the person had tasted different.

turning a corner and seeing someone standing on the sidewalk in brightly painted armor is not really helping her figure anything else out. ]

You don't belong here either, do you?

[ honestly? to hell with the masquerade at this point, and a low profile. this is too weird for even the camarilla. (which doesn't mean it isn't still kindred. the sabbat can be especially terrible, but this doesn't have the same panache for blood and cults that they style themselves with.) ]

oof, those typos and nonsense sentences... i shouldn't write starters delirious on little sleep 😬

[knightsaber]

Obviously.

[ priss's tone sounds snappish, but she isn't cross with this woman. anger and an air of impatience, as if she hasn't got the time for whoever has the misfortune of trying to speak with her, is her default mask for anger. especially around those she doesn't know. the few who can see through her bullshit have been able to call her on it, to see through her stoney exterior and know that on the inside, she's freaking the fuck out, but to most she just seems... annoyed.

irate.

as if the world around them is insulting her by daring to ask for her presence. ]

This place got a name?

sleep helps brain go brrr

[acaseofyou]

[ not like being irate isn't entirely valid, all things considered. ]

So far I've only ever heard them call it the 'town.' You're in town, from out of town, that kind of thing.

My name is Birdie, by the way.

[knightsaber]

Fantastic. Some nameless town that's likely on the clear other side of goddamn planet.

[ which doesn't explain how they've breached the language barrier, but priss is nowhere near thinking about how she can understand this person when she never bothered to learn any other language beyond her native japanese.

reaching up, she yanks her helmet off, her hair twisted back into a messy, sweaty bun from wearing it for so long and the battle with galatea. ]

Priss, [ she offers, tucking the helmet under her still-armored arm. ] Though I doubt our names mean much in a place that doesn't even have one itself.

[acaseofyou]

Well, Priss, it could be worse. You could've shown up without someone nearby to tell you all the shit she doesn't know, and then where would you be?

[ birdie, now is not the time... ]

I've only been here about a day. Maybe your robot suit can help figure something out.

[knightsaber]

[ still unfortunately naked beneath her hardsuit. she understood that skin-to-skin contact was necessary for the suit to completely sync up with her nervous system and respond without delay, but the reality of wearing it sucked. ]

My robot suit is equipped for combat, not a walking GPS.