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Who: Trixie and whoever wants to help this frozen 'lady of the night'
Where: Outside of the Terror
When: The same time as Mulder's appearance in the hold
Warnings: So much profanity. So, so much.
"Help! Help! Is anybody there?"
Trixie hurries for the ship, slipping in her boots, falling on the ice and scratching up her hands as she clawed for purchase to get back up. "Fuck!" She's seen tall ships like this one back in Chicago, where they froze in the lake when the winter winds came and went sideways because of the ice. This didn't make a lick of sense though. She hasn't seen anything like this bizarre fucking place before, never even in her wildest dreams, and she feels the panic rise in her throat that she might be dead.
"My fucking fingers are frozen, my goddamn snatch too-"
She pulls her shawl around her shoulders tighter, trying for the ice ramp.
"Somebody fucking help me!"
Where: Outside of the Terror
When: The same time as Mulder's appearance in the hold
Warnings: So much profanity. So, so much.
"Help! Help! Is anybody there?"
Trixie hurries for the ship, slipping in her boots, falling on the ice and scratching up her hands as she clawed for purchase to get back up. "Fuck!" She's seen tall ships like this one back in Chicago, where they froze in the lake when the winter winds came and went sideways because of the ice. This didn't make a lick of sense though. She hasn't seen anything like this bizarre fucking place before, never even in her wildest dreams, and she feels the panic rise in her throat that she might be dead.
"My fucking fingers are frozen, my goddamn snatch too-"
She pulls her shawl around her shoulders tighter, trying for the ice ramp.
"Somebody fucking help me!"
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