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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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Anything! Everything! Or... nothing. You didn't say anything.
[Talking to himself at the end there, deflating a little bit. By way of apology he gestures to his ears.]
Can't tell unless I can see your lips - and I couldn't see 'em. See?
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Her smile is quick when he offers his explanation, and she makes her way over to the exercise equipment. When she speaks, she does her best to speak clearly. He might not be able to hear, but deliberate sound would hopefully mean deliberate lip movements, too, right?]
Well, I hadn't said anything yet, but you seemed pretty focused. What were you looking for? [she nods at the machines.]
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[He might have been a little bitter. Whoever took him here had left his stuff behind.]
There's no point though. Let me know if I'm talking too loud.
[It had been a while since he'd had to think about that. There was an adjustment period.]
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[there's a pause and then she offers her hand] I'm Jilly.
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[And he takes it, shakes it, with his calloused hands and gator-skin fingers]
They kidnap you too?
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[her hand is small, but her grip is firm enough. Measured and quick, lingering just long enough to be social. After the Atroma's quarantining process--or whatever it was they'd done--there were no lingering textures of paint, and the pads of her fingers didn't have the overly worn feel of those who did regular hard-labor. But there are calluses from hours of pencils and brushes pressing against skin, and the small snags and toughness that comes from carrying heavy trays, hot plates, and the occasional overflowing coffee mug.]
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[one hand cautiously touches the small bit of exposed plastic behind her ear, her expression turning truly serious] I have a lot of questions.
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But we can both be confused together if it helps.
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