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piper902020-10-28 07:19 pm
heterochrocatic) wrote in piper902020-10-28 07:19 pm
video; regular network
[ Whoever is using Catra's comm is standing at the foot of her hospital bed. Probably one of the medical staff or some other Jorgmund pencil pusher. Catra is sitting up, still bandaged but much grumpier than usual (or just as grumpy as usual?). A pair of nurses, along with a couple of other Jorgmund employees are crowded around her bed, one of them holding a plate on which sits a small, sad looking cupcake in which someone has stuck a very lonely candle. The fellow holding the plate, a rather selnder man with too-large glasses and too-cheery disposition, speaks. ]
We want to congratulate Catra on her continuing recovery and wish her a very happy twentieth birthday from all of us at Jorgmund. We understand that it's been a bit of a rough time for some of you lately, and thought this might help raise morale. All together now.
[ The group launches into a slightly off-key rendition of 'Happy Birthday to You' and Catra seems to sink down into her bedclothes, as if it might help her disappear from this plane of existence. Having no such luck, she is forced to sit through the song. ]
Go ahead and blow out the candle, Catra.
[ Catra looks like she would rather do anything except blow out the candle. Maybe even go toe-to-toe with the killer again. In spite of this, she leans forward and gives a half-heard puff of breath, which extinguishes the candle. Styrofoam plate is carefully balanced on her bedside table, and the glasses-wearing guy, no doubt from HR, takes the comm. ]
Go ahead and leave Catra some birthday wishes. I'm sure that hearing from her fellow employees will be just the thing to help her get back on her feet as soon as possible.
[ The comm is deposited into Catra's lap. She stares at the camera, then plants her face in her hands. ]
I swear if ant of you say anything...
We want to congratulate Catra on her continuing recovery and wish her a very happy twentieth birthday from all of us at Jorgmund. We understand that it's been a bit of a rough time for some of you lately, and thought this might help raise morale. All together now.
[ The group launches into a slightly off-key rendition of 'Happy Birthday to You' and Catra seems to sink down into her bedclothes, as if it might help her disappear from this plane of existence. Having no such luck, she is forced to sit through the song. ]
Go ahead and blow out the candle, Catra.
[ Catra looks like she would rather do anything except blow out the candle. Maybe even go toe-to-toe with the killer again. In spite of this, she leans forward and gives a half-heard puff of breath, which extinguishes the candle. Styrofoam plate is carefully balanced on her bedside table, and the glasses-wearing guy, no doubt from HR, takes the comm. ]
Go ahead and leave Catra some birthday wishes. I'm sure that hearing from her fellow employees will be just the thing to help her get back on her feet as soon as possible.
[ The comm is deposited into Catra's lap. She stares at the camera, then plants her face in her hands. ]
I swear if ant of you say anything...
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[ Adora points out with a sigh. ]
Although... I have Catra here. And I met you, Tenten. So it's not all bad.
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Glad to hear I can balance the scales.
[Her smile fades a little, thinking of the situation back home. Unknowing, as she was, that time back home was essentially frozen, it was a constant worry. Who had lived through the war? Had anyone? Would the Shinobi alliance last?
Tenten shakes her head, then leans back against the footboard of Catra's bed and heaves out an exaggerated sigh.]
Guess now I've got only a few weeks to figure out a birthday present for Adora, if we're still here. You two know how to put pressure on a girl.
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[ Catra murmurs that softly, a bite of cake halfway to her mouth. ]
It'd be better if people didn't make a big deal about me. It's weird.