Koala | One Piece (
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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?

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This is hitting a bit too close to home for him to be comfortable with. ]
Alright. So you were their cargo. You're not anyone's cargo here and you don't have to prove your use to anyone, you understand that?
Answer, yes or no.
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How would she know? How can she trust that? She's always had to prove herself to someone, or else horrible things could happen. As it had happened to many of the slaves around her. She stares for a moment, her smile hardly slipping. But she's clearly speechless, unsure how to respond without fear of some kind of repercussion only she seems to understand.]
I... um...
Is this a test?
video
No, you're not. I just want you to answer honestly. It's very important that you answer honestly.
video
I don't know. I don't know which one...
If I say the wrong thing...
[She looks away, smiling even still, but there's still a discomfort in her posture.]
I don't know what I believe...
I'm sorry! I'm very sorry...!
video
There are no wrong answers. Think of it this way: yes or no, it doesn't matter, you're still adding value to this.
video
[She sits and thinks for a very long moment, cheeks flustering slowly until they're bright and obvious. The smile is painful-looking, like it's atrophied that way.]
I don't believe what you say, b-b-b-because you might be d-dishonest, and I don't know when and where you'll be but a-adults enjoy to change their m-m-minds.
[She shakes where she sits, horrified by the delivery of her honest opinion. If this is a noble, she's most certainly in trouble. Oh, but to not answer would be immediately punishable by so many different ways...! To talk is being put in the line of fire, and to not talk is being put in the line of fire. But she mustn't cry, no matter how much she feels like it. She mustn't give them reasons to be angry! Or angrier, for that matter...!]
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Okay. That's... a fair point. I'm Anakin Skywalker, I'm a pilot on Paisley. And if I lie to you, a single time, no matter what it is, you can come find me and hold me accountable for it - you can report me to my captain for appropriate punishment. My captain's name is Alex Russo.
Deal?
[ He already regrets saying any of that. But he's an honest man! He's super honest. He would never face a horrible backlash from this, right?
Right. ]
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She seems like she's trying to understand, like maybe he misspoke.]
I could never!
Slaves can't hold anyone accountable. It's not our place!
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You're not a slave. Not here.
Atroma seems to have... bought you your freedom.
[ It's not exactly a lie. More like an assumption? ]
I know that takes a while to get used to. Just let it sink in for a bit.
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[She's not sure why a place that takes her from sailing toward her island — toward her mother — is helping her any, not sure why they wouldn't just let her go home and be at peace with her village unless they wanted to take her back to the start.
But she doesn't want to cause anymore potential trouble than she has, and this man is clearly frustrated with speaking to her. Typical, for slaves to make people upset in some way. She smiles a bit more deeply.]
I mean — I'll give it my best shot!
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[ he's trying his best here. ]
Have you been on a space ship before?
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Only a ship on water, sir.
It's very — um... It's much bigger looking out there than an ocean.
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[AKA she won't tell people she's cold, because inconveniencing anyone is not on her list of things to do.]
You must be very used to space, sir.
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[ except that she won't and he's just wasting his effort. that's FINE. he tried. ]
I was born on one.