Voice | UN: Johnson

[morethan084]

[About three hours ago Daisy had received a message on her communicator and when she opened it she saw a video message from someone she never expected to see.

Lincoln Campbell, her dead boyfriend, in the Quinjet he had died in. There's an angry set to his mouth.

"I didn't want your destiny. You know that? You should've saved me. You should've found a way."

After that, the message cuts off.

Daisy had sat with that guilt for two years now, and it was still hard for her to get past it. So, unsurprisingly, this shakes her to the core. So much so that she goes to the bar just long enough to grab a bottle of whatever was closest before she's back in her room.

She's well through half the bottle when she sets her communicator to voice and speaks to anyone who might be listening.]

Has anyone received a message from someone back home? Someone that's not on the ship.

[Someone who's dead. She leaves out that part because she can't bring herself to say it out loud. Anyone that has heard her may notice how drunk she sounds. She at least had enough sense not to turn on the video option. Her eyes are red and swollen from how much she's been crying and even now she's struggling not to.]

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[ voice | un: oswin ]

[oddbod]

I haven't.

[The distress is audible in Daisy's voice, and it strikes grief through Clara's stomach.]

Are you alright? Who was it?

[morethan084]

Someone I knew back home.

[She ignores Clara's first question for probably obvious reasons.]

I don't know how they could be communicating with me here.

[oddbod]

I hate to say it, but it could be a trick. A way to get under your skin.

[That's the kindest theory she has, at least.]

What did they say to you?

[morethan084]

Yeah? Well it’s worked.

[Daisy reaches for the bottle again to take another swig from it. She knows Clara is just trying to help, but she really can’t talk about it.]

It doesn’t matter. All I know is that this shouldn’t be possible. Unless they can somehow get inside our heads like this.

[‘They’ being whoever brought everyone here.]

[oddbod]

I'm beginning to think they can.

[How else could they know some of the things they know?]

... If you need any company, I'm here. Don't have to talk or anything. Just, if you decide you don't want to be alone.

[morethan084]

Thanks, but, I don't think I would be great company right now.

[And she hates having others see her like this, because being upset in front of others when she was younger usually ended up with others reacting negatively to her.]

[oddbod]

Doesn't matter. It's about what you need, Daisy.

[morethan084]

[That gets a bitter laugh out of her.]

What I need is to not be here.

[oddbod]

I know. It's awful.

[Her dead heart clenches.]

I'd get you out of here in a second if I could.

[morethan084]

But you can't.

[She's not sure how long they'll be stuck here, but it already feels like a lifetime.]

[oddbod]

[She can't, and that truth burns more each day they're stuck here.]

I'm not going to give up. I'll try until I can make it happen, and then I'll get all of you home. I swear.

[morethan084]

Maybe I deserve this. To be stuck here.

[She can't destroy Earth from here at least.]

[oddbod]

No, you don't. Not at all. Not in the least.

[morethan084]

[That just proves how little everyone knows everyone around here. Unless they come from the same place, at the same time.]

If you knew who I was, you wouldn't be saying that.

[oddbod]

Tell me, then. Tell me why you think you deserve to be imprisoned and psychologically tortured, and I'll tell you how wrong you are.

[She may or may not be a little intense on the self-acceptance.]

[morethan084]

No.

[Daisy is very much like Clara about being there for people, even when they don't ask for it. Except when people do the same to her, a lot of the time, she just shuts them out. Like right now.]

[oddbod]

... I'm sorry, just- [A deep sigh. She didn't want to upset her further.] Just let me know if there's anything you need. Anything at all.

[morethan084]

[Daisy is going to feel like a total ass later. Actually, she already kind of does. She just doesn't apologize.]

More alcohol, probably. I'm almost out.

[That was an informal invite to come to her room, basically.]

>> action

[oddbod]

[Clara doesn't reply, but about ten minutes later there's a soft knock on Daisy's door.]

Daisy?

[It's Clara, kind and patient and clutching an unmarked bottle of terrible booze.]

[morethan084]

[Daisy stands for the first time since coming back to her room, and almost falls over. Grabbing the wall, Daisy uses it for support as she walks the small distance over to the door and pulls it open. She honestly looks like a wreck, and it's probably a good thing she can't see herself right now.]

Hey. Wasn't sure if you were going to come over.

[She wouldn't have blamed her for not coming either.]

[oddbod]

[Clara tries not to let any pity over Daisy's appearance show on her face - she's here to provide comfort, not sympathy - but it just about breaks her heart. Stepping into the room, she wraps her arms around Daisy, shitty space vodka sloshing.]

[morethan084]

[That was the last reaction she ever expected, and in all honesty, she can't remember the last time someone initiated a hug with her. Daisy doesn't embrace her in the same way, but she does wrap an arm loosely around her for a few seconds before stepping back.]

There's not a lot of room in here, but you can take a seat if you want.

[oddbod]

[Clara does so, and passes the bottle to Daisy in the process.]

It might be vodka. Hard to tell.

[morethan084]

[Taking the bottle from her, Daisy shuts the door behind her before taking a swig.]

Honestly? I don't even know.

[Hip hitting against the metal part of the bed as she trips and falls moves to sit on the bed, Daisy looks over to Clara and silently hands the bottle over to her in an offer.]

[oddbod]

[Clara leans over to make sure she's okay, then pauses over taking the bottle from her. She hasn't actually tried alcohol since she was, well, fully alive, so she has no idea how it might affect her, if it does at all. And taking care of a grieving acquaintance (friend?) doesn't really seem like the right time to try.

... On the other hand, it would probably make Daisy feel better if she wasn't the only one less than sober.]

Careful, there, [She advises, a few moments too late, and takes the offered alcohol, swallowing down about the same amount as Daisy. Jesus, this stuff is awful. Her wince is visible.]