stowaway
ft. @icagyu
Clio wakes up and the first thing she notices is that her bed is harder than usual. She turns around to try and get more comfortable, maybe sleep in for a bit, but when she does she realizes that she is actually not on a bed, but on the cold hard floor instead. And she’s not in her sleeping quarters either. She quickly - or as quickly as possible seeing she has just woken up - she stands up in the room and looks around. It all looks familiar, but she can easily tell that this is not the Allura. It’s very similar, and maybe someone that had not spent the last two years aboard the ship wouldn’t have been able to tell the difference, but Clio does.
Holding onto her blaster pistol, thankfully still fastened to her belt, she walks away from the room, steps slow and silent, all of her senses alert. She tries to remember what happened the night before but her mind can only recall going to a bar, drinking a lot and then it draws a blank. It’s not something that happens usually to Clio, she can usually hold her alcohol pretty well, but she had apparently gotten pretty wasted last night.
She suddenly hears noise nearby and she shifts back to alert mode, trying to work out where she is not as important as defending herself from whatever is making that noise. She approaches the source carefully, getting her pistol out of its holster and ready for attack in case it’s necessary. She finally makes it to what she assumes is the cockpit of the ship and there, fumbling with something, is a male who looks older than her, but not by much. Before making her presence known, she locates the communication boards of the ship, just in case she needs to ask for help. The other - the pilot of the ship, Clio assumes - doesn’t look too menacing, but you never know who you can find in space.
“Where am I and who are you?” She says loudly, making sure the other hears her clearly.
