takeabow: (You are haunting me)
Nova // Katniss Everdeen ([personal profile] takeabow) wrote in [community profile] driftfleet2015-10-03 08:58 pm

uncomfortable questions + action

Who: Nova + U
Broadcast: Video
Action: On SS First Breath or planetside
When: now

[ a video pops up. Nova is looking mmmmore rested than she has in previous videos, but thoughtful and slightly distant ]

I have a weird question... have you ever met someone in one of these places who's supposed to be dead? Or... I guess, are you? How do you know?

[ she's also available to be found just outside of town on the dusty moon, or back on her ship later ]
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[personal profile] grounds 2015-10-08 01:36 am (UTC)(link)
I dunno, I thought I heard one of the drunken bums talking about a bounty on something. [She raises a brow in either challenge or invitation.]
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[personal profile] grounds 2015-10-08 01:38 am (UTC)(link)
Hey, I never said that! He mentioned alive was okay, too.
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[personal profile] grounds 2015-10-08 01:43 am (UTC)(link)
[Are those her booted feet being placed on the table, one over the other? Why yes, they are.]

I mean, if you're scared, I maybe could try to understand.
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[personal profile] grounds 2015-10-08 02:08 am (UTC)(link)
Meaning you've been cooped up on the ships longer than I have. You're probably rusty.
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[personal profile] grounds 2015-10-09 03:26 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah, yeah, denial. There was an old saying about a river or something I think.

[She reaches for her drink and downs another helping.] But seriously, you in?
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[personal profile] grounds 2015-10-09 03:38 pm (UTC)(link)
No one said anything about killing. Plus [the drink's held up in some gesture of point making] they're the ones making trouble. It's a bounty for a reason, right?
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[personal profile] grounds 2015-10-12 01:42 am (UTC)(link)
[By then, Octavia's already finished hers, and she's still lounging with her boots on the table. Nova's seat is exactly where she left it.]

Did you get the same thing or what?
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[personal profile] grounds 2015-10-12 01:58 am (UTC)(link)
[She takes it, drinking, making an amused face at the difference. Oh, this was such a fun pissing contest.] Delicious. Is that some lemon in there?

[Kidding, of course.]
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[personal profile] grounds 2015-10-12 04:08 pm (UTC)(link)
So that's what that taste is. Never had it before. Space station and all.

[Despite the subject, her smile's humorous.] There's so much I've missed out on.
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[personal profile] grounds 2015-10-13 02:23 am (UTC)(link)
[Octavia stares up at her, still seated, with a puzzled look on her face.]

Wait, really? Right now?
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[personal profile] grounds 2015-10-13 02:44 am (UTC)(link)
No, no, that's fine! [She quickly shoots up, chair almost falling over backward. A small, almost (but no quite) shy grin starts to emerge.]

The bounty thing can wait. Where do we start?
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[personal profile] grounds 2015-10-13 03:29 am (UTC)(link)
It's hard to say. A lot of it might be food related. Stuff was rationed and not really made for taste. Plus, I lived off Mom's and Bellamy's. Not exactly a prime selection.

[She's already walking to leave the porch of the saloon.] Toss me some ideas.
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[personal profile] grounds 2015-10-13 01:29 pm (UTC)(link)
No, but you actually grew up on Earth with real food. That's a hell of a lot better than me. [Octavia jumps down to the dusty ground, skipping the steps of the saloon's porch. She looks back at Nova, her expression curious.]

If we ever do get to a lake, you can teach me how to swim.

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