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[ragazzina]

Who: Suzie and you!
Broadcast: Fleetwide!
Action: For the Bloodsport, if you're around!
When: The wee hours of morning on Saturday, January 2

[You know what is the absolute worst? Going to bed feeling reasonably fine and waking up in the middle of the night with a stuffed-up nose, a mild headache, and the beginnings of a raised temperature. It makes it all but impossible to sleep, despite being tired and feeling generally run-down, and in Suzie's experience, the worst part about feeling sick is when you're just lying in bed with nothing to think about but being sick, and no distraction to help take some of the melancholy edge off of the malaise.

So instead, she gets up and wanders down to some empty workspace down in the ship's docking bay, and sets up shop near the shuttles with some tools and a pair of rolled-up sleeves on her utility jumper.

For a little while, she just putters around, testing the knowledge her augment has imparted to her against the tangible workings of the shuttle in front of her, and later when she's had her fill of that she plunks down and starts playing with odds and ends of the spare parts they have lying around, cobbling for the sake of cobbling rather than with any particular goal in mind.

Eventually, though, she reaches for her communicator, and it's shortly thereafter that a broadcast ends up hitting the network.]

I don't remember what day I got here. ε-(≖.≖﹆✿)

I think it was November here, when I came? It was before we got to the planet, so I think it's been about a month. Or so? I don't know. Do you think it's important to remember the day you arrived? Maybe I should get a calendar, when I remember the day, and keep it in my bunk so I can mark off each day when it's done and keep count. Or would that be too discouraging? Maybe if it were a pretty calendar, like the lithographed ones with the little scenes of people and birds and flowers. That's the problem with space, everything's metal and machines and not enough warm sun and shade and green things growing.

I like the planet, though. I miss Venezia more but the fresh air is nice even if it's cold. Everything is salt, though, isn't that funny? I hope someday we find a planet where everything is flowers. Except maybe that would be sad, too, because then someday we'd have to leave it, and I bet I wouldn't want to.

I wonder what other kinds of planets there are. What's the best one you could possibly imagine? I like the flower one...and I'd like one with canals and gondolas too. And someplace with real food instead of the ship mush. If we could go to someplace like that...

Haha, I'm being so silly. I should be asleep but I'm just sitting here talking about nothing at all! Maybe in a little while I'll go try again. (-﹏-。✿)

[But, for those on the Bloodsport, you can still find her tinkering down there for a little while afterward, before she eventually rambles back down to her bunk in a halfhearted attempt to fall asleep again.]

Comments

[deshabille]

Trouble with calendars is everyone's got different kinds of ones. Back home we've got thirteen months per half-year, eight days each week. Don't know how you people get anything done without Octeday.

[ragazzina]

...Thirteen months in a half year? Then that means...um...

[IF YOU WERE A BABY FIFTY YEARS AGO THEN HOW OLD ARE YOU??]

...Then one year has twenty-six months? Why would you ever need so many?

[deshabille]

Well, every year's 800 days. So probably that's why.

[mylegacy]

[Guess who's awake because of nightmares again? Guess.]

Suzie? Are you all right?

[ragazzina]

Caesar? What are you doing awake at this hour?

[SHE SAYS, ALSO AWAKE AT THIS HOUR]

[mylegacy]

I was just

[dot dot dot pause dot dot dot]

I had a bad dream. What are you doing up?

[nextlineis]

[Now what is she doing up this early? Well, Joseph will keep her properly distracted rather than pry. At least for now.]

A planet full of flowers? Any flower or your favorites?

[ragazzina]

Hiiiiiiii Jojo. （ʃƪ≖3≖) ｡ﾟ+.✧♡

I think it'd be best to have LOTS of flowers. Even flowers I've never seen before! Space flowers might be just as pretty as real ones, right?

[nextlineis]

Hey there Suzie! (｡･ω･｡)ﾉ♡

I bet they are. Are you going to help Ino with her garden?

[forgetyourusedtobe]

There was a planet sorta like that when I first got here. The whole planet was a forest and aware of itself.

[ragazzina]

Aware of itself?? The forest was alive like a person instead of like a plant like it's supposed to be???

[geonomy]

[Hey, fellow sick buddy! Not that it's obvious she's sick, but hey, it's something he can do to get his mind off of feeling horrible!]

idk i liked a lot of it, just visiting planets is really cool for me. u know like getting to explore everything?

but i think i'd like one that had a big city, id feel more at home there

[ragazzina]

[SICK BUDDY SICK BUDDY LET'S...LAMENT OUR MUTUAL ILLNESS TOGETHER YEAH]

Oooo a big city would be so nice too. Are you from a big city?? Which one???

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[sandhate]

It's probably important to remember when you've been taken hostage. I think it keeps you sane.

You could make it like a second birthday.

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[ragazzina]

...Hostage? I don't...think...

You mean being brought to space??

[mikangirl]

You might like the planet I come from, then. There's a whole city powered by water levels and people travel everywhere via canal.
I think it might be nice to find a whole world like that

[Sup, fellow shipmate. She's just getting over her bout of sickness.]

[ragazzina]

[DID SHE CATCH THIS PLAGUE FROM YOU THEN no just kidding it was the planet but good job on being well again like a champion, shipmate.]

Really?? What planet do you come from, you make it sound like it's not Earth??

Action

[pompous_today]

[Simon heard the tinkering coming from the general direction of the shuttles and decided to leave it be; however, he also heard the sniffling, and since Nami had been sick, it stood to reason that the illness was now spreading among the crew.

So he gathered up a dose of medicine from the planet and peeked in, smiling at Suzie, reminded briefly of Kaylee- that would definitely be the state she were in if sick.]

Can I offer you some medicine?

[ragazzina]

[She looked up from what she'd been doing — cobbling, by this point, and the what of what she'd been cobbling appeared to be some kind of little round droid-like shell of a thing, but given the general state of affairs around her it also appeared that whatever she'd built was more of a Lego-style "what pieces can I fit together" apparatus than anything with any particular direction to it.]

Oh! Hello, sorry, I hope I didn't wake anybody up...

[As soon as she speaks, it's apparent that she's quite congested, which probably explains the lack of sleeping.]

Is there some around? Some medicine?

Voice;

[preformthisneigh]

I hear you on the flower one. I'd love a planet like that. With long grass and apple trees, all the good stuff to eat. This planet is okay, I guess, just not every...herbivore friendly.

[ragazzina]

Yes, definitely!

[SEE, SEE, YOU KNOW WHAT SHE'S ABOUT. Also it's fairly apparent, since this is voice, that she's coming down with a cold, given the thickness in her voice.]

Long grass and fruit trees to eat from sounds wonderful...

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[stefanged]

[This was the cutest thing he's read all week - and it makes Stefan miss his little sister even more than usual, so he can't quite help leaving a reply.]

This wasn't silly at all! If you're still having trouble falling asleep, I might have some medicine on my ship, or at least some herbal tea lying around.

As for the best planet... I'm still biased towards Earth, but specifically, a beach planet with actual boardwalks and amusement park rides. You can win little things at the waystations, but it's nowhere near the same.

[ragazzina]

Someone's been telling me about amusement parks! The Disneyland one, I want to go to that one but it's not going to be built for a long time yet. (-﹏-。✿) So if there isn't one in space somewhere I guess I won't get to see one for a long time...

Where on Earth are you from?

Action!

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[he had planned to sneak up behind Suzie and peer over her shoulder at whatever she was working on.

what actually happens is that he gets about halfway across the cargo bay before his quiet approach is rudely interrupted by his own surprised inhale and sudden, animated sneeze. he's not used to being able to sneeze, so he still looks a little startled when he straightens out from it.

there goes that entrance.] Uh, hi Suzie.

[sniffle.]

[ragazzina]

[Well, that's not a tweet-tweet-tweet. It does abruptly get her attention, though, and in her haste to turn around and see who's there, some of the loose pieces of metal and panel and wiring go skittering across the floor when she accidentally scatters them.]

Bless you!

[She chirps, flagrantly congested and with a little bit of a flush beginning to accumulate around her cheeks and the bridge of her nose, which is probably indicative of a growing fever.]

Hi, Robin! ...Oh, oh, I didn't wake you up, did I...?