So...I guess this picture's a present from the Captain or something? [She sounds a little grumpy, but...sort of pleased.] Thanks, I think. Though reminders of home are kinda bittersweet, dontcha think? [There's a pause as she stares at the photo in her hand, then coughs.]

Anyway, uh...Merry...Christmas, or whatever it is everyone celebrates. Hope ( Read more... )

[Mikaela's hands are shaking so hard the comm is audibly rattling.]

I...I seem to be missing...some of my things. [There's a pause where she turns the communicator off because she's having some ISSUES. A few minutes later she comes back, and she's a little calmer.]

Jeans...a black hoodie, my boots...Um...a tank top... [There's more, like a pair ( Read more... )

...Okaaaaay.

What...was all that? I'm not sure I remember much...seems like...hmm.

[Pause, and there's clinking in her sink. Sounds like...glass?]

Anyone wanna tell me why I look like a I fell off a horse and there's glass in my hand?

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...And why I have a frog in my hair?

[Her voice is so shaky and freaked out, and she keeps looking down at herself to make sure she is actually alive and not a...blob of death.]

I... [She's feeling nauseated thinking about what happened. Dying doesn't exactly agree with Mikaela.]

Where are my clothes?

((ooc: She's missing her boots, jeans, a black hoodie, and a white tank top. Feel free ( Read more... )

So um...'M...'M kinda getting a little homesick. Does anyone ever like...go home? Ever?

[She's more than homesick, actually, and this is her way of saying GET ME OFF THIS BOAT. It's also a little obvious that theres a whole lotta something bothering her.]