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driftfleet2016-01-13 04:09 pm
theoniongirl) wrote in driftfleet2016-01-13 04:09 pm
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§ 1st Fairytale
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.]
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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Do they know? Can we send messages?
[there's a twinge of guilt behind the question...behind only having thought of it now.
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[ she'll not try and pad the truth by explaining how, on occasion, the people from home join them here. after all, she's yet to be reunited with someone from her damned year. others, certainly.
but they are decades from her. ]
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She's quiet for a moment, brow furrowed as she adds that to the rest of what she's learned.
A long time ago, she'd nearly fled her life in Newford. Back then, her disappearance would have been a disappointment--a reason to think...no, know...that she'd given up.
That wouldn't happen now. But she had people who would worry and people she'd made promises to. She loved Newford, but if it meant finding herself among the stars she could leave and barely look back, but the people--]
You said some people had been here longer? Than five months, I mean.
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But it's a nice thought.
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Joe would say that time moved differently in the dream lands, and wasn't that how it was supposed to work with fae, too? At least, that was the whole issue with Rip Van Winkle. But that was magic. This was...space. Wasn't that supposed to be the realm of science? Of the future?]
Are you sure this isn't a dream? [It seems like a silly question. She knows that. But maybe it was just another corner of the dream lands. Or, well...that seemed as possible as anything else]
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before now. ]
And I won't hold it against you for feeling certain I'm some figment, even now.
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[she smiles again, some of the seriousness settling until it's only in her eyes]
But--[normally, she'd be more than happy to start going on about magic and the stories Joe has told her...or Christy...or the Professor...but while she might act carefree about how she's seen, she's still more than a little careful with new people.]
It's like someone took a bunch of books and mixed them all together. Stopping time seems more like a fairy tale than... [she waves a hand, taking in the ship around her. It's clean, nails trimmed and uncolored, but there are stains of bright colored paint along her cuticles that even the Atroma hadn't fully removed]
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[a beat, and another ping of guilt, though she continues on quickly enough] I've got a friend who would say that was true even with technology I should know.
But this almost feels familiar, too. I know I don't know how to use it, but..I do.
[she grimaces a bit as she butchers that thought, but leaves it be. She can't think of any other way to say how it feels]
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her fingers slide under her hair up to the plastic bump near her ear. She can feel the change in texture, but it's otherwise seamless--she's not sure if that's more disturbing or less.
She doesn't say anything, but it's clear from her expression that she found it]
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[ ... ] Can you tell what yours is, yet? There are different specialties. Mine helps me interface with the communications systems. Ship-to-ship stuff. Scrambled broadcasts.