§ 1st Fairytale

[theoniongirl]

Who: Jilly Coppercorn
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: The Marsiva
When: Mid-day

[Action]

[there's no surprise when she wakes up. No stream of questions or panic or indignant disbelief. When Jilly sits up, she only has eyes for the massive bank of windows and the stretching, open expanse beyond. Her boots are almost silent as she pushes up from the cot and moves closer, just...staring. In a moment, she might notice anyone else awake and wandering around the Hospitality Deck and, eventually, she'll recognize the strange little communicator sitting on the table next to her cot. But--for just this moment--awe wins.

Once she shakes off the initial wonder, those on the Marsiva can find her....anywhere, really. Marveling at the view from the viewing bay, poking at the strange devices in the kitchen, or exploring the baffling maze of empty hallways--Drift Fleet has acquired one curious, tiny artist (just barely 5'0"!), and she's determined to see EVERYTHING.]

[Network]

[It takes awhile for her excitement to settle enough to sit down and check out the communicator, but that only makes her wonder return when she realizes that it feels...familiar. Christy had only just talked her into buying a home computer last month and she really hadn't done much with it, and yet she had no trouble at all finding the video function on this tiny device and switching it on for a close image of a pair of bright blue eyes. The image wobbles as she pulls it back to reveal a small-boned woman with a head of unruly curls (whatever magic Atroma used to get the paint out of the strands hadn't done anything to tame the tangles).]

Hello.

[She smiles, shaking her head slightly] I'm not really sure who I'm introducing myself too, but I'm Jilly. All of these messages...obviously the few of us on this ship aren't the first to show up. You can hear us, too, right?

[she has more questions, of course, but it doesn't feel urgent. For now she's just...curious.]

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[mucked]

Loud and clear. [ aha, a rookie. might as well be pleasant and say hello. ] I'm afraid there's a fair few of us out here. And I'm afraid, as well, that you may be sequestered for some time aboard that ship before your join the rest of us.

Hello, Jilly. My name is Peggy Carter.

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[theoniongirl]

Nice to meet you.

[and she seems to genuinely mean it.]

Some time? [a beat] I mean, this is fascinating. And I can't complain about the view. [just mentioning it, she has to look back towards the viewing bay. A few hours has done nothing to lessen her awe at the sight] --but it seems a bit strange, having so few people in such a big place.

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[catamite]

[and-- boop! another video feed pops on to show a boy with piercings and dyed hair, and a subtle haze to his eyes that goes along quite well with the stereotypical club-look he's got going on.

the pointed ears, however, are telling in a very different way.]

--Wait, what was your name?

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[theoniongirl]

Jilly.

[She notices his ears and immediately there are questions and bits of excited curiosity that beg for attention, but she also notices other things--cheeks that are just slightly too hollow and eyes that are slightly too dull. Small notes that, for now, mean nothing...but get tucked away as she figures out what she's gotten herself into.]

What's yours?

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[notmutantbutmiracle]

Yes, we can hear you. And no, you are not the first to arrive here. Not by a long shot.

[Wanda tries to make it come off like a joke. It might not land though...]

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[theoniongirl]

How many people are on this....show?

[Reality TV wasn't really a thing in her time period, but there's enough that's close for her to get the basic concept]

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[lostthebet]

[The feed offers up the image of a teal metal face with a horn-like protrusion, half-covered in a black and red cloak. The facial plates shift to mirror human expressions, and for the moment he looks pretty happy. His voice, is smooth, pleasant, and way too full of itself.]

Coming in loud and clear. Hello and welcome to the Fleet, Jilly! You don't seem too put out by the change of location. I'm Cayde, Personnel expert on the Bloodsport.

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[theoniongirl]

[O-oh. That's...fascinating. His image is even more intimidating than Caboose had been with his armor (before, y'know...he spoke), but Cayde's welcome and easygoing tone go a long way towards countering that effect. Still, her expression shifts a bit more towards wonder as she stares at the image coming back through her feed.]

The Bloodsport is a...ship? [that's not a super comforting name.]

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[onlyanapple]

[If Crowley answers the calls of the newbies, it's usually with sarcasm or disdain. Not now, however. This is a familiar face, and it brings a rare genuine smile to the demon's lips. ]

Doodle Girl.

Took your time getting back.

Oh no...I feel bad ;;;

[theoniongirl]

[Crowley always exuded a sense of cool. It's an image that would have intimidated her at one point, and that she'd be more likely to tease now (at least to test the waters)--but that smile.

It wasn't the oh-so-smooth smile she'd expect from someone who looked...well...like him. The kind of smile that was as much a part of his image as his shades or his obviously expensive suit. This was something else. Real.

She's half-expecting him to mistake her for someone else, but then he calls her that and, if it's a mistake, it's a strange one. Maybe even as strange as waking up in space with a sudden understanding of Elvish.]

You...know me?

[she almost doesn't want to ask. Even without seeing his eyes, it's a nice smile. But she can hardly pretend to know what he means, instead]

[neverknight]

Welcome to this sinking ship. Population: who knows and rising. I'm Kanan.

[theoniongirl]

...Can a ship sink in space?

[it's somewhere between teasing and actual curiosity.]

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[vagabond_code]

[There's a manly sort of grunt and an under-the-breath curse. Clint Barton has one foot half-raised in the air. It hovers there a moment, because either he stubbed his toe or he kicked one of the exercise machines in a hopeless gesture of defiance, but either way he's clearly not doing it right. Exercising that is. This machine is for running on, obviously - it has a conveyor and everything - but Clint is getting down on his hands and knees now and fumbling with the supports and the railings, trying to find a place for his fingernails to slip in. A seam, a crack. But for all that, he doesn't seem lost or scared or desperate. Just -- focused. A man on a mission. A man on a mission on an treadmill.]

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[theoniongirl]

[Jilly is far from picky when it comes to food and, oddly enough, her newly found knowledge seems to include a few ideas for what to do with the unfamiliar supplies in the kitchen...but even if the taste is fine, she can't help but grimace at the texture of the "PB&J Sandwich" she attempted to make for herself. That will take some getting used to.

Frowning at her...meal...she's walking back from the kitchen area onto the Hospitality Deck when she hears the soft sound of movement against metal. Yet another arrival, assuming his story was the same as the others she'd met. Just how many of them were there?

She doesn't mean to spy on him, but her mouth is full and she's curious, so she doesn't interrupt...whatever he's doing.]

[scrubscrub]

Hello, Miss Jilly! Your hair is very lovely.

[Much prettier than hers, anyway. Hers is usually very ratty — but since she got a haircut, it's at least been much nicer! She has the Sun Pirates to thank for that.]

I can hear you just fine. I'm the — um. I'm maintenance, from the Huntress!

[SMILE.]

[theoniongirl]

[oh goodness.

At first glance, the wide eyes and small frame give the impression of someone very young. At second glance...well...Jilly's not sure whether that impression is true or not, but there's something...familiar, perhaps?

Her smile is quick in response, but that little ping in the back of her head makes her hesitate on speaking to the girl like she might to a particularly young child. Instead, she gives a small nod.] Thank you.

It's nice to meet you, ... [she trails off with a smile, inviting her to fill in the blanks]

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[faithfulwisdom]

Quite well. [His smile is an easy one- the sort that comes, not from conscious thought, but from an amiable nature.]

It is a pleasure, Jilly, though I might have wished for better circumstances. I am Finrod Felagund. [If he could bow over the communicator, he would. As it is, he has to settle for a quick nod.]

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[theoniongirl]

[she can't help but smile in return]

Well, they're odd circumstances, anyway. So far, I'm not really sure where they fall as far as good or bad. [it's light, almost said like a joke, but she's being honest. So far she's heard an equal amount of wondrous and disturbing things, and she hasn't quite made up her mind on what to think.]

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[takeabow]

[ a video pops up. the girl in the video is late teens and has her hair braided. She's situated in a kitchen, with a mug of hot liquid ]

Don't worry, we all start out that way.

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[theoniongirl]

I'm starting to gather.

[she smiled] Does this happen a lot? [she waved a hand at the empty Hospitality Deck behind her] ...new people being brought here, I mean.

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[birdsbirdsbirds]

You got it.

[joining the other respondents is another guy--he's pale, handsome, wearing a lot of black, the kind of package that implies either, "I make terrible decisions," or "I'm trying way too hard." he's got a friendly smile, though, as he's leaning back in his captain's chair.]

And without any screaming or trying to break anything--I'm pretty impressed!

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[theoniongirl]

[and whatever impression he made, he just gets a laugh and a friendly smile in return]

Well, to be fair, everything here seems pretty sturdy. I don't think I'd do a whole lot of damage.

[sandhate]

This is Anakin Skywalker of SS Paisley responding. The comms aren't the best but it receives pretty much anything that goes across the Fleet network. Someone not hearing you is the last thing you need to worry about.

[theoniongirl]

[that gets a small laugh] Good to know. Thanks for the warning.

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[tallasaking]

Good afternoon, Jilly. Welcome to the fleet of Maddening Entertainment ...

[Tyrion stated, as he worked his way through a particularly difficult set of pipes and wires.]

I am Tyrion Lannister, of House Lannister.

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[theoniongirl]

[That gets a laugh] So are we the ones being maddening or the ones going mad?

...It is nice to meet you Tyrion Lannister, of House Lanister. [so formal. She says it with a smile, but mostly from how different it feels compared to greetings she's used to--there's no mocking or sense of recognition for the name. It's like something out of a storybook....which makes some kind of sense, considering what she's learned about the strangeness of time, here. If she can meet a robot from her world's future, why not someone important from it's past?]

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[delincuente]

[Woah, hey, this chick looks kind of familiar. Not familiar enough to put a name with a face, but enough to want to chime in while she figures it out.]

Us, and a few million viewers out there in space-TV land.

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[theoniongirl]

A few million? [that gets a quick laugh] Yikes. That many? If they are trying for talent with entertaining, I think they might have made a bit of a mistake.

[...then again, they had grabbed Caboose, as well.

...]