pilot_princess | -14.2 ml- [accidental voice]

[It starts out with coughing. After a few long seconds of this, Anemone takes a few short pants, trying to catch her breath. She sounds tired and strained, worn out, like she's talking just to talk. It's not to anyone particular; actually, she can't even recall turning on her communicator.]

H-hiber...nat...ing... like... bugs...

B-b-but... Ane-mo... ne... is a...ffflower.

Flower... bug...

[She coughs again. Something metal clanks against the ground, followed by a thud of her falling. She spends a good deal trying to catch her breath.]

W-where... did I... end... u-up...?

Current Location: Cafe Alpha

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Where are you?

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Trees... I see... trees?

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... Anemone? What the hell?

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Dropped a tree... a plant... a... nemone.

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[...] Anemone?

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I hear my naaaame.

I-is that you... kettle?

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[Well, fuck.]

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[Sorry, Mom. They tried. Too bad she can't register your frequency. So you just get silence.]

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[As absorbed as she was in trying to fix the generator, the noise in the other room still grabs Alpha's attention immediately. She abandons the task - it was hopeless anyway, as much as she didn't want to admit it - and rushes into the main room where the other girl had wandered.]

A-Anemone?!

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[And there she was, laying next to her communicator and huddling in a ball, trembling and pale. When she spots Alpha, she tries lifting an arm to wave her over, but it retreats back into the little warmth her chest is providing. She gives Alpha a teeth-chattering smile, her eyes rolling to the communicator.]

V-voices... I... d-don't remem... ber... turning it... on.