theantiaya | ➢ 022 [VIDEO]

➢ 022 [VIDEO]

[For those who knew the "old" Aya...the gentle expression on her face as she turns on the feed may seem somewhat familiar. Though the illusion is quickly dispelled by two things: her body language, including the passive hand resting lightly against her chest, holding a small library book in place...and the bright, blue eyes where there had once been either black or green.]

I...don't understand what is going on. The last thing I recall, the Red Lanterns were attacking. I was waiting for my beloved to return when Lord Atrocitous was upon me and I...then, nothing.

[The voice is hers as well, but also different. Softer. Timid. Fearful.]

My name is Ilana. I come from the planet Volkreig of the Forgotten Zone.

Somebody help me. Please.

((ooc: Thanks to Flood shenanigans, Aya has been temporarily possessed by the spirit of Ilana, her literal canon facetwin.))

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Could it have been a mistake? The trash receptacle is so close to the desk, after all...

[Ilana, too, hesitates in retrieving it, although there appears to be nothing else contained within.]

Such luxuries are a rarity where I come from. Resources are seldom wasted on frivolities, save for the absolute youngest, who need them most. It would be a shame for whoever lost this precious item to never find it again....

Possible, but unlikely. The position of the toy suggests it was thrown, with great force.

[He does not temper it; he does not know how.]

[Even worse.]

[The temptation was too much for her; Ilana quietly got up, crossing the few steps to the trash receptacle, and kneeling down beside it. A hand reached in to delicately retrieve the stuffed--]

[A single glimpse of its face was enough to cause her to drop it again in shock. Eyes wide.]

No!

I beg your pardon?

[He has very little idea what could trigger such a reaction and... honestly he wants to do more than just sit here and tell her to wait.]

[Her words are stronger now. But fearful. Motioning to the frowning rabbit with an accusing finger.]

I suppose you have an explanation as to why that child's toy possessed a red lantern symbol on its chest?

[He glances at it again.]

I do not. I had not entered these quarters before today.

Do not lie to me.

This is a Red Lantern warship, is it not? I have been taken prisoner.

Vulcans cannot lie.

[Then, more gently-] Prisoner, of a kind, yes, but this is no warship.

I am unfamiliar with the name of your species. How can I be sure that, itself, is not a lie?

We are from different galaxies, in a sense. If you wish, I can escort you around the ship. The passengers are still behaving bizarrely and may pose a threat to your physical safety.