theresalwayshope: (kidlet} jawdrop / OMG)
[VIDEO;public]

[When Allison wakes up in her bed in the morning...she knows something isn't right.

For one thing, the bed is too big. For another, it's not her house. There's a part of her that understands why it's not, and that she's somewhere else. She's curled up around a bunny rabbit in her bed, one nibbling on a bright pink bandanna, and she knows it's hers. She knows her name is Duchess, and when Duchess notices Allison is awake, she promptly licks her nose, making Allison giggle and dispelling any disquiet she was feeling over her situation.

It takes a few tries, but she finally gets her communicator broadcasting a public video. She's stretched out on her bed, Duchess is sitting in front of her, and Allison has managed to procure a neat little handful of hay for Duchess to nibble on in the middle of the bed.]


Hello! I'm lookin' for my Mommy an' Daddy.

[Her little voice is bright, but very matter off fact as she addresses the camera while toying with one of Duchess's soft ears. The bunny allows it as she eats.]

My daddy's name is Christopher Argent an' my mommy's name is Victoria Argent. Daddy's this big...[She tries to stretch her arm up over her head without falling over on the mattress.]...an' Mommy has red hairs with blue eyes.

If you see 'em, please tell them that Allison is in a weird room with...a big bed, an'...and a new bunny named Duchess, and that I'm okay.

[Duchess swivels her head away from the hay to lick Allison again, making her giggle.]

THANKS YOU!

[She dissolves into a fit of giggles as Duchess shifts to try and lick her neck instead.]

[SPAM]

[Later, Allison finds clothes in her closet, so she dresses herself, and in place of her usual bow and ammunition, her Nerf bow and arrows are in place (a typical part of her wardrobe from home at that age). She carefully arms herself, being in a strange place, she finds a purse that seems to be made for bunnies (even if it's very big for her to carry), and she leaves her cabin to explore, ready for anything.

Allison can be found literally anywhere on the ship, skulking around and armed with a bow loaded with foam arrows, hauling a purse bunny along with her that, if overheard, she refers to repeatedly as 'Friar Tuck' when she decides she's playing Robin Hood.]
theresalwayshope: (glassy eyed} near tears / weepy)
[The video feed that comes on reveals a brief, shaky shot of Duke Crocker's unconscious features. A familiar ball of grey and white fluff is beside his head, which is in Allison's lap...revealed when she finally gets her hands to stop shaking and realizes she has the comm switched on and flips it up to face her instead. To those familiar with the place, it's clear she's crouched behind the bar in the pub.

Her own face is contorted, eyes red and glassy, mouth barely keeping a straight line.]


Duke's...in a coma. I brought my rabbit down to introduce them, and I found Duke--

[Her voice cracks on his name and her features crumble for a moment. Her hand lifts to cover her mouth to stifle tears as she wills herself not to cry. It takes a minute, but she manages to compose herself...barely.]

I can't...I need help. To move him, to his room. [She knows nothing can be done. She knows this happens...she still feels a huge sense of loss and a growing sense of panic, seeing her Duke so still and lifeless.]

I, uh...anyone that's friends with him, I'll look after Brownie so don't worry. I have access to his cabin, I can let in anyone who wants to see him. [She sniffs and wipes at her eyes, something in her face hardening.] And I know...there's a tradition or something, I know people in comas get drawn on?

Not this time...if I find a mark on him? I'll put an arrow in the ass of whoever's responsible.

[Barge Pack Filter] )

[With that, Allison cuts the feed, then gently gathers Duke further into her lap, wrapping her arms around both him and Duchess the bunny, silent tears sliding from her eyes to fall on his hair and forehead as she clings to him.]

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