0027 A blast from the... future. [Accidental Vdeo]
[Even as the captain's announcement ends, the feed from Polly's guide crackles on, the dropped machine skittering across the floor. The picture spins a bit, as a suddenly-much-older, very disoriented, and very ill-humored Eternal finds herself... well...]
[Somewhere she shouldn't be. Certainly somewhere she wasn't a moment ago...]
[She acts quickly, as the Guide comes to rest against a nearby wall--just in time to give us a fine view of her sweeping the nearest alien's feet out from under it and putting a knife to its throat.]
Now... [Her voice--much like her appearance--is much the same, though her tone is more than a little displeased and dangerous as she speaks to what she assumes to be a kidnapper.] I'm a busy woman, so you have ten seconds--who are you, where am I, and where is my ship?
[Suddenly she looks down at the decidedly girly blue dress she happened to be wearing, today, before the Drive came on. Eyebrows raising high, her dangerous tone becomes something more along the lines of exasperation.]
And what the hell am I wearing--it's been at least 150 years since I dressed like this! S'not practical!
[As an afterthought, she remembers to put the knife back at the poor alien's throat.]
Talk!
[Somewhere she shouldn't be. Certainly somewhere she wasn't a moment ago...]
[She acts quickly, as the Guide comes to rest against a nearby wall--just in time to give us a fine view of her sweeping the nearest alien's feet out from under it and putting a knife to its throat.]
Now... [Her voice--much like her appearance--is much the same, though her tone is more than a little displeased and dangerous as she speaks to what she assumes to be a kidnapper.] I'm a busy woman, so you have ten seconds--who are you, where am I, and where is my ship?
[Suddenly she looks down at the decidedly girly blue dress she happened to be wearing, today, before the Drive came on. Eyebrows raising high, her dangerous tone becomes something more along the lines of exasperation.]
And what the hell am I wearing--it's been at least 150 years since I dressed like this! S'not practical!
[As an afterthought, she remembers to put the knife back at the poor alien's throat.]
Talk!