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It had all happened so fast. One moment, Patricia was awkwardly steering the boat around in circles as if she was driving her car, and then Alpha was taking the controls. She raised her hands in surrender and stood from the seat, letting him take the metaphorical reins. He probably had a better idea of how to drive this thing, she reasoned, although she had never seen Alpha drive a boat. But then… well. The lever snapped, and Patricia gasped as it went down to what looked like… the maximum setting?! Apparently, Alpha didn’t know how to drive a fucking boat. The boat zoomed forward, and she screamed, [color=MediumOrchid]"SOMEONE GET THIS BOAT UNDER CONTRO-”[/color] before she was flung into the wall along with everybody else.

Her head slammed against the wall, but Patricia managed to grab onto something to keep herself from being flung off the ship when they crashed, and she shut her eyes in anticipation of the oncoming crash. [color=MediumOrchid][i]Please don’t let me die from a boat crash,[/i][/color] she pleaded internally. But nothing ever came. Except for smashing through the gates, Patricia felt no impact of any kind. She had felt that feeling of flying through the air, but now, they were stationary, and it didn’t even feel like they were in the water anymore. So she scrunched her eyes open, fearfully, and gazed out the window. 

Her relief was immediately palpable. They were inside of the building and very much not dead. Patricia sighed loudly and let go of th   e wall. [color=MediumOrchid]“Thank god,”[/color] she muttered. [color=MediumOrchid]“How did the boat not break?”[/color] The question was more rhetorical than anything, but it still seemed worth asking. She wiped away some sweat on her brow. Or maybe that was just rainwater, she couldn’t quite tell anymore. She was soaked. The area in front of them didn’t look so bad, although Patricia assumed that there was a lot of space behind them that their boat had apparently jumped over. There was a blonde woman and… a robot? 

The blonde woman came up to the boat, who Patricia didn’t quite recognize fully. She seemed cheery enough, though, and Patricia chuckled before realizing that she was entirely serious. [color=MediumOrchid]“Oh, yeah. That was absolutely on purpose. Mhm.”[/color] She stepped out of the boat, happy to be back on solid ground. [color=MediumOrchid]“I don’t think we’ve met. I’m Pa- well, you already know that.”[/color] By the Division X uniform, Patricia could tell this woman was at least vaguely important, so she smiled lightly back at her. But that smile was quickly dashed as she was informed about Jamie and Joseph being hurt. 

[color=MediumOrchid] “Oh, no…”[/color] Patricia glanced behind them, and her face went white. She didn’t see Jamie, but there was blood streaked on the floor and walls, and Joseph was laying on the floor, bleeding heavily. Her stomach plunged to her feet. Hopefully no one was dead. [color=MediumOrchid]“I-I’m sure there’s a first aid kit on the boat.”[/color] Patricia hopped back onto the boat, and searched through compartments for first aid kits. There wasn’t much, but she eventually found two next to the lifejackets. She handed them to Cora, and gulped. Her power wasn’t much good for healing, and she knew fuck all about how to use a first aid kit, but if anything… she could relieve a bit of pain or put them to sleep. But that was all she could really do besides gauze and Neosporin. 

[color=MediumOrchid] “We went to Club 27”[/color] Patricia started, intending to update them on what had happened. [color=MediumOrchid] “We met up with Blade, he gave us a boat… what happened here? What hurt these two so badly?”[/color]

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