Miah Lanbatal (
curiositykilledthecats) wrote in
driftfleet2015-11-25 10:19 pm
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get your mingle on
Who: SS Huntress and visitors
Broadcast: N
Action: Ship mingle!
When: Time is an illusion
[So, we've been returned to our ships, and they're all different now! Having lower ceilings must suck for those of you who are actually not tiny.]
Broadcast: N
Action: Ship mingle!
When: Time is an illusion
[So, we've been returned to our ships, and they're all different now! Having lower ceilings must suck for those of you who are actually not tiny.]

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She can be found in her personnel room, drawing or doodling on a piece of paper. When she holds up her drawing to ask the doll for its opinion, it speaks in a childish voice with a prerecorded message:
"My name is Hoppo! Will you all be my friends?"
Frowning at the response, she sets her drawing back down and returns to adding some finishing touches to it.
When not drawing, she can be found taking a nap on the couch, cuddling the doll in her arms.
While the ship's docked on the waystations, she can be found poking through the shops for anything useful or in the courtyard. If dropping by the courtyard, she brought out a few pieces of her little tea set and has it set up on a picnic table. ]
naptime!!!
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...Daddy?
[ And her voice triggers Hoppo to speak again: "Hello! My name is Hoppo! Will you all be my friends? ]
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Did you tire yourself out drawing?
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She rubs her eyes, holding Hoppo in one arm. Sitting up, it doesn't look like she's going to bother returning to her nap. But she keeps the blanket partially over herself. ]
I got a little bored...
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[ She shrugs, then tugs the blanket over her shoulders. Surely all the games she normally plays must have crossed her mind. She probably needs something new to do. ]
Like what?
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That's fun for me.
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[ As she pulls the blanket off her face, she tosses it over Cullen's head. ]
Let me try!
[ All her moving around sends Hoppo tumbling off her lap and onto the floor, repeating his message: "I'm Hoppo-" She doesn't feel a strong attachment enough that she automatically goes after it like Teepo though. ]
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waystation!!!!
If someone had told her months ago she'd come to feel this protective over a shemlen child, Jove would have laughed herself sick. She'd go out of her way to see to it than any child was safe, but this? This would have been unthinkable if it weren't for Atroma bringing her here.]
Hello, da'len. [There's that elvish word pet name she'd taken to using for Elize again, something close to little one but with a much more familial feeling to it.] Have you found anything exciting to buy?
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Jove!
[ When Elize turns to look up at her with a smile, the staff that she's holding near her side becomes more noticeable. It's the staff that Jove crafted for her awhile back, with a little ribbon added on the end of it, a finishing touch by Elize. Now she can bludgeon shady people with her staff and punch like Cassandra when they get close. ]
Not really.
[ She pokes through a rack of casual clothes with the end of her staff. Nothing but plain t-shirts, jeans, and shorts in boring colors. ]
I've seen these before at the other waystations.
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With a smile, she joins Elize in sifting through the clothes. It's less odd to her now, the shapes of modern clothing, but she'll take Dalish clothing over this any day.]
You would think they would add something new every now and then. Perhaps they've run out of ideas.
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Of course she prefers something more cuter and fancier, like the ruffly dress that Jiao gave her in Hamil. There were a few dresses like that at the casino station, but they were far too expensive. ]
...My idea is that they should add ribbons and ruffles.
[ Perhaps with some poof and pink. ]
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I think we could add some ribbons and ruffles to that, if you wanted to. It wouldn't be difficult at all.
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[ Elize isn't the one that can sew. She holds up the shirt, trying to picture it more like a dress in her head. ]
Ruffles on the trim and maybe a pink ribbon on the front? Or on the sleeves.
[ That would be cute, right... ]
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I used to put together quite a bit of the armor my inner circle used, in Thedas. I could teach you, if you like. Ah, here. We can use this for the ribbon.
[She holds up a shirt that isn't very flattering on the hanger, but is a very pretty shade of pink.]
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I would be happy to learn.
[ When it came to sewing or patching up clothing, she had to rely on the elder villagers of Hamil. After leaving the village, then it was Sharil Manor's butler who was happy to fix up her clothes.
Seeing the pink shirt, her eyes light up. It probably wouldn't have mattered what kind of pink shade it was. ]
That's a great find, Jove!
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personnel room.
[ She is staring at the doll, peering over Elize to get a good look at it, but her attention shifts quickly enough. ]
Hello, Elize. I trust you are well?
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[ She looks up from her desk. Whatever is disturbing flies over her head. For some reason, Hoppo strikes her as very adorable. Though, the majority would agree with Nyssa that her doll is very disturbing. ]
Oh, Nyssa. Hello. [ An awkward smile. ] I'm well. I'm glad to be back on my ship.
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[ a beat. ]
Are you hungry? Do you like sweets?
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[ She regularly eats her meals together with Cullen, but she can use a small snack. ]
I like some sweets. Just not the ones that get stuck in my teeth...
[ Like gummies... ]
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Here, try this.
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[ Elize is a bit too eager. She blushes when she realizes how quickly she accepts the box. She never had a pastry like this before, but it does look appetizing. ]
Did you make this?
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[ Indulgences. Ask her to cook rabbit or deer in a forest in midwinter and Nyssa's your girl. Something like this? Nope. ]
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