~ Second Patch ~ [unintentionally recorded]
And there upon the breaking of a new day - well, day-ish - Well, more afternoony I s'pose - WELL, basically, our heroine awoke in quite a muddle.
Mmhnnnnnuuuuuuhhwagawrd whuttimeizzit?
...Having imbibed nearly HALF her body-weight during the Carnival. Quite the steady drinker for her size, I must say!
Hmnwa? Who's there? Aauuuckgth, you're makin' my headache worse...
Ooh sorry, luv, izzat a little better? Unfortunately, little miss Kaylee, well-travelled though she fancied herself to be, had not yet taken enough baby-steps out her particular playpen of the universe to discover the Potent and Dizzying Wonder-Cure of Ryphagaiea 5, known to combat even the most gargantuan of hangovers.
Wh'ssthere? How'djoo get inna the shop?
She intoned a mite fussily, pulling her fluffy pillow over her head.
'Course, probably better she didn't take that Wonder-Cure, now I think on it - 's been known to explode all the arteries of species wiv only two kidneys. Nevermind. Let's us just let her sleep it off, then.
Go 'WAY.
But wait, the lady stirs her arm and brandishes a fist with renewed vigor! Could this be the vitality which was stolen from her by a strange land's food and drink and perhaps its very air, leaving her to languish away in her quaint and confusing new home for THREE YEARS???
WHAT!?!
Alright, THREE WEEKS!
WHAT!?!
Right, look, I only got 'ere a few days ago, but she was already right out of it then, so I just assumed...let's call it THREE MONTHS and work it from there. Makes little difference, time, but of course for Kaylee...time is all she's got. And all too much of it, at that. Better to drink and sleep away the period of reconciling that'll have to come up eventually, when she realizes that her world has been ripped away from her. Everything she knew and loved, gone.
Stop it. Just...get out.
The freedom of the stars. The thrill of new discovery, new experience. The man she loved. That's not her world anymore. This, wherever it is, this is her life now. And she'll have to ada--whoaHOAH there's a whole lotta nightstand-y bits flyin' at the doorway! Where there's absolutely nobody in danger of gettin' conked on the nog, fancy that. No one there, only Kaylee Frye, alone in her room.
Alright, it ain't funny no more, dong ma? Git back to prankin' other folks, or I'll chuck somethin' heavier. Aw gorrammit, my head feels like the landin' struts onna SX-50...
[OOC: ten points and high-fives to the first person who guesses my narrator 8D]
Mmhnnnnnuuuuuuhhwagawrd whuttimeizzit?
...Having imbibed nearly HALF her body-weight during the Carnival. Quite the steady drinker for her size, I must say!
Hmnwa? Who's there? Aauuuckgth, you're makin' my headache worse...
Ooh sorry, luv, izzat a little better? Unfortunately, little miss Kaylee, well-travelled though she fancied herself to be, had not yet taken enough baby-steps out her particular playpen of the universe to discover the Potent and Dizzying Wonder-Cure of Ryphagaiea 5, known to combat even the most gargantuan of hangovers.
Wh'ssthere? How'djoo get inna the shop?
She intoned a mite fussily, pulling her fluffy pillow over her head.
'Course, probably better she didn't take that Wonder-Cure, now I think on it - 's been known to explode all the arteries of species wiv only two kidneys. Nevermind. Let's us just let her sleep it off, then.
Go 'WAY.
But wait, the lady stirs her arm and brandishes a fist with renewed vigor! Could this be the vitality which was stolen from her by a strange land's food and drink and perhaps its very air, leaving her to languish away in her quaint and confusing new home for THREE YEARS???
WHAT!?!
Alright, THREE WEEKS!
WHAT!?!
Right, look, I only got 'ere a few days ago, but she was already right out of it then, so I just assumed...let's call it THREE MONTHS and work it from there. Makes little difference, time, but of course for Kaylee...time is all she's got. And all too much of it, at that. Better to drink and sleep away the period of reconciling that'll have to come up eventually, when she realizes that her world has been ripped away from her. Everything she knew and loved, gone.
Stop it. Just...get out.
The freedom of the stars. The thrill of new discovery, new experience. The man she loved. That's not her world anymore. This, wherever it is, this is her life now. And she'll have to ada--whoaHOAH there's a whole lotta nightstand-y bits flyin' at the doorway! Where there's absolutely nobody in danger of gettin' conked on the nog, fancy that. No one there, only Kaylee Frye, alone in her room.
Alright, it ain't funny no more, dong ma? Git back to prankin' other folks, or I'll chuck somethin' heavier. Aw gorrammit, my head feels like the landin' struts onna SX-50...
[OOC: ten points and high-fives to the first person who guesses my narrator 8D]