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driftfleet2016-01-09 08:51 pm
scrubscrub) wrote in driftfleet2016-01-09 08:51 pm
Entry tags:
video / action
Who: Koala and you!
Broadcast: From the Marsiva
Action: SS Huntress later on.
When: January 9th.
A.) VIDEO BROADCAST
Ah -- I was asleep! I don't remember being tired; maybe I slept badly the night before.
[The higher pitch of a child's voice — one that looks about eight or nine by the size of her, though she's a bit older than that — pops up on the broadcast; Koala herself is clearly a bit confused, a little troubled by her sudden lack of recollection over the last few hours. Last she remembers, she had... been on the deck of... Yes, she had been sailing with the Sun Pirates as usual, and Hatchan was teasing her by having her guess where something was in one of his many hands.
.... What is this, though?
She stares at the room around her, polished and not at all a pirate ship.
Her heart skips a beat. Her cheeks hurt a little, the corners of her mouth twisting.]
... Hello?
Did — Did we dock?
[Did they leave her behind? Did Fisher Tiger grow tired of her? Perhaps he had realized he did not like her cry, the way she wailed what felt like so long ago. Maybe he resented it more than she realized. She's thankful for her life if that's the case, glad that she was not cut down for being a nuisance, but... but now... how will she get to her mother now?]
Where... is the crew...?
[The silence is very scary, but not the scariest she's faced. She plants her bare feet on the floor, curling her hands in her yellow dress. It's the only one she owns, and she's not sure she likes it even now, but they gave it to her and she expects to honor that. Her slave clothes were a bit torn anyway. She regrets not waking with shoes, but it's a nice floor. It's very clean, very much the place of richer families.
Is... Could she be... back in...
She shakes faintly at the thought, mortified for a moment until she sees the strange device. For some reason, she thinks maybe she knows how to use it? But where would such a thought exist from? She's used to far different ways to talk...
If this is — in fact a new... owner. Then she needs to be prepared to do whatever she must. Hopefully she's allowed to speak. She gives a creepily wide smile, eyes round and full of faked anticipation and contentedness. When she speaks, it's high and eager, ready to work. And that smile does not waver for even a moment.]
Hello! I'm sorry — Where will I be stationed?
I'll get to it right away!
[Telling them you're good at your job is not smart. They may think you're gloating about your skills. That could earn unwanted attention. Best to stick with simply explaining your compliance and moving along to do the next task. Don't panic! Everything will be okay! Yes! You will survive! Just keep smiling.]
B.) ACTION — SS HUNTRESS
[Later on when the shuffle is processed, Koala boards her ship good and proper — she's nervous, so nervous, but she has to remind herself that it will all be alright as long as she does whatever it is that's needed of her. She can clean, she can make things look proper! How nice is this ship, anyway? She'll get right to it! Because of this, one can find her scrubbing the chairs and counter tops down, or carefully mopping the halls. Be careful not to slip! That would be tragic. It's not like we have any caution: wet floor signs. Also, we promise she's not from Children of the Corn, but sometimes when you turn around where you're at? She's right there, beaming up at you with that wide-set smile. She's got prune-y hands wringing a cleaned rag and a little dust on her yellow dress.]
I've polished the kitchen counters! Does anything need to be cleaned?
Broadcast: From the Marsiva
Action: SS Huntress later on.
When: January 9th.
A.) VIDEO BROADCAST
Ah -- I was asleep! I don't remember being tired; maybe I slept badly the night before.
[The higher pitch of a child's voice — one that looks about eight or nine by the size of her, though she's a bit older than that — pops up on the broadcast; Koala herself is clearly a bit confused, a little troubled by her sudden lack of recollection over the last few hours. Last she remembers, she had... been on the deck of... Yes, she had been sailing with the Sun Pirates as usual, and Hatchan was teasing her by having her guess where something was in one of his many hands.
.... What is this, though?
She stares at the room around her, polished and not at all a pirate ship.
Her heart skips a beat. Her cheeks hurt a little, the corners of her mouth twisting.]
... Hello?
Did — Did we dock?
[Did they leave her behind? Did Fisher Tiger grow tired of her? Perhaps he had realized he did not like her cry, the way she wailed what felt like so long ago. Maybe he resented it more than she realized. She's thankful for her life if that's the case, glad that she was not cut down for being a nuisance, but... but now... how will she get to her mother now?]
Where... is the crew...?
[The silence is very scary, but not the scariest she's faced. She plants her bare feet on the floor, curling her hands in her yellow dress. It's the only one she owns, and she's not sure she likes it even now, but they gave it to her and she expects to honor that. Her slave clothes were a bit torn anyway. She regrets not waking with shoes, but it's a nice floor. It's very clean, very much the place of richer families.
Is... Could she be... back in...
She shakes faintly at the thought, mortified for a moment until she sees the strange device. For some reason, she thinks maybe she knows how to use it? But where would such a thought exist from? She's used to far different ways to talk...
If this is — in fact a new... owner. Then she needs to be prepared to do whatever she must. Hopefully she's allowed to speak. She gives a creepily wide smile, eyes round and full of faked anticipation and contentedness. When she speaks, it's high and eager, ready to work. And that smile does not waver for even a moment.]
Hello! I'm sorry — Where will I be stationed?
I'll get to it right away!
[Telling them you're good at your job is not smart. They may think you're gloating about your skills. That could earn unwanted attention. Best to stick with simply explaining your compliance and moving along to do the next task. Don't panic! Everything will be okay! Yes! You will survive! Just keep smiling.]
B.) ACTION — SS HUNTRESS
[Later on when the shuffle is processed, Koala boards her ship good and proper — she's nervous, so nervous, but she has to remind herself that it will all be alright as long as she does whatever it is that's needed of her. She can clean, she can make things look proper! How nice is this ship, anyway? She'll get right to it! Because of this, one can find her scrubbing the chairs and counter tops down, or carefully mopping the halls. Be careful not to slip! That would be tragic. It's not like we have any caution: wet floor signs. Also, we promise she's not from Children of the Corn, but sometimes when you turn around where you're at? She's right there, beaming up at you with that wide-set smile. She's got prune-y hands wringing a cleaned rag and a little dust on her yellow dress.]
I've polished the kitchen counters! Does anything need to be cleaned?
[action]
That is a horrible word, and he doesn't look too fond right now. Is it because Mr. Greed took full custody as captain? She was very willing to be helpful to whoever needed her, that was a fact, so she is rather quick to leap into convincing him.]
Oh, please don't be upset! I work for more than just Mr. Greed, and I will do any chores you need me to. I'm very very comfortable here -- I was fed and I have a room! And that is wonderful and more than I could ask of you! Thank you so much for your kindness. I will work hard in return, I swear; do you need your clothes washed? I already tidied your room and made your bed!
[she isn't sure what bed his was
But she tidied them all so.]
[action]
Hang on, hang on.
[ he's not even going to touch on going into his room without permission. ]
You don't have to do any of that, you're not owned by anybody. Is that what he told you?
[ does han already have to kill their captain jesus christ ]
[action] 1/2
[action]
Even if she's rambling, which is really not all that cucumber.]
H-he — he said I was part of his gang! I would get protection in return for doing my work. Please, I didn't mean to cause any trouble. I'll be quiet from now on, if that will help! I can do that very well if you want. Please, let me travel with you until I can go —
[... Did they want her to go back home?
That was a very foolish thought. The Sun Pirates have her all turned around.]
I, I mean. If I can go back home. I would never try to intentionally run!
[action]
... you don't need to do any work to get protection, kid. Calm down.
[ it's said surprisingly gently, given han's penchant for being a) a jerk and b) dramatic, but he straightens up in his chair, leaning forward a bit to rest his elbows on his knees. to be a little more on her level.
han has encountered slavery before. he worked for jabba the hutt, after all, and jabba keeps a plethora of people he has deemed "his". he's always found it distasteful, and disgusting, and wrong -- and he counts himself lucky, really, that he had been resourceful enough to get himself onto a ship and into his line of work before that happened to him -- but he hadn't said anything. then, anyway.
now, leia and luke have rubbed off on him. ]
You're free, here.
[ han hesitates before reaching out a hand, to shake. ]
Han Solo. I'm the pilot here, and I was a general in my universe before I wound up here. Tell me if Greed tries to make you do anything, alright? -- and thanks for cleaning the ship, but you don't have to do that. It's not your job.
[action]
What kind of job should she have, then...? She's utterly lost.
And still staring at his hand.]
I — um. I shouldn't! My hands are dirty, and you're not a slave, so I shouldn't...
[If he's okay with it — it's okay, right? She meekly holds out her hand, giving him ample room and time to reconsider such a thing. After all, it was in poor taste to interact with a slave like this.
And surely Mr. Solo is not a man of poor life choices.]
[action]
[ han shakes her hand with no hesitation, unbothered. ]
Neither are you, though. Not right now, anyway. Consider yourself a free agent.
[ han is literally going to kill greed c: ]
What's your name?
[action]
please no mutinies
he's your captain that's sacred shit]
I'm Koala.
[She flusters a bit, smiling down at the floor. Others tried to explain this to her aboard the ship — but believing them, that's a difficult thing to do. She had thought maybe it was true, that she could be free at last aboard the Sun Pirates ship — and only in exchange for those rare moments where she's too close to Arlong or she makes him angry. She doesn't mind that as much.
But she's still terrified of being lied to. Trust is so hard, you know? Trust is non-existent in her world, where people say one thing and mean another.]
I... Um... I don't know...
[But Han and Obi-wan and Mahri, they all said it. Even Greed said he wasn't her owner, not exactly. It makes no sense! But perhaps she is simply letting her fear get in the way. She has a room now. She is allowed... 'fun'. She doesn't need to clean? They can't take her home and she's kidnapped, but she's free?]
Then... what am I supposed to do now? My... job?
[She's so lost.]
[action]
[ easily enough. ]
When I didn't know what I wanted to do, I decided to steal a ship and explore. I wanted to see things, and to live my own life. And I did.
[ until he was employed by jabba. and until he met luke. then his life sort of went out the window, but he's a lot happier now that he doesn't have to answer to anyone but himself. ]
Maybe you should figure out what you like to do, first, before you decide what your job is.
[action]
I can't steal! Stealing is — that's wrong! It's punishable by death!
[She does not want to be dead, okay?
Or have a hand taken, if they're feeling generous. Though one-handed slaves don't last long.]
[action]
-- I'm not telling you to steal.
[ in slight exasperation. ]
That's just what I had to do in -- nevermind. My point is, find something you like to do, and go do it. You're not held to whatever you were held to back home.
[action] 1/2
I...
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[action] 1/3 lmao
[action]
[watch as she demonstrates!!!!!]
[action]
forcing her to stop probably won't work, and he's already made up his mind to have a polite discussion with his captain later about this child. until then -- ]
Can I help?
[ he pauses before turning to collect up a spare towel from the rack near the sink ]
'cause I'm not used to having other people on my ship, so you're just gonna have to deal with the extra hands.
[action]
Help?
[hElP?
What — what...]
You don't have to stoop to such a level, Mr. Solo — ah, sir! It's a very dusty job!
You'll get it on your clothes.
[She's got dusty marks on her yellow dress — which actually looks very clean and well-kept. Though she has no shoes to speak of; that's what happens when you're taken overnight, okay. You don't wear shoes to bed, that's just odd.]
[action]
[ he runs the cloth underneath the sink briefly, to wet it. ]
I have a ship kind of like this, at home. [ comparing this thing to the falcon is gross, but. you know. easy comparisons. ] I practically built her myself, which means I had to work with the parts. It's not a clean job to have. A little water won't kill me.
[action]
[THE SURPRISE. But what is he doing on a ship as a pilot only?
Very strange. Most captains wouldn't like that (oh dear sweet koala).]
I-I hope water doesn't kill you! That would be unfortunate.
[She made a funny, see! She's hilar. Come join her in scrubbing this counter.
Even if she's bewildered at this entire idea.]
Did it go fast? Your pirate ship!
[action]
Not dead yet.
[ too funny. ]
And I am, yeah. She's called the Millennium Falcon, and she's the fastest ship in the galaxy. I modified her engines and installed her hyperdrive myself.
[action] 1/2
[But as he talks and starts whatever attempt at cleaning he's doing, her cheeks puff out a bit, like she's trying to hold in air, and her eyes twitch and crinkle. She's trying to pay attention, but...
Pffht.
Muffled laughter, looks like. An attempt to hold it back. He's so interested in his ship, but it's totally making his work ethic suffer!]
Mr. Solo... your technique! You've left a few spots...!
[action]
She puts up her hands, quick to correct herself.]
Oh! Sorry, no, I mean — you're really very good!
I'm sorry, I shouldn't correct you — ! You're wonderful at it!
[such a horrible mistake; she really has been put topsy-turvy by the fishmen and their good natures; what a horrible choice of reaction!]
[action]
You're not a very good liar.
[ it's said pleasantly enough, though, with no offense obviously taken -- and han shrugs at her side of the counter. ]
What's wrong with my technique? -- and don't be nice. Lay it on me.
[action]
[UM UM. Alright. Um. Let her know you the Mr. Miyagi.]
The best way is to make circles with your hands! But you want to be sure to wash your cloth sometimes because if you don't you'll just move the dirt around. It's not a very dirty place — but it's much dirtier than Mariejois allows! We can't have this — see? See these lines here? It needs to shine!
[Observe the motions! The cleaning of the cloth. The chrome shine!
You can see your goddamn reflection in it Han.]
[action]
Why're the circles better than anything else?
[ mildly. casually fishing for information.
also this kid takes this shit seriously, jeez. ]
Re: [action]
It helps to not clean the same place twice and get your work done in a timely matter! And it will make you less tired, so you will always look useful! The useful children are the ones who live the longest.
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