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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.]
video;
[normally, she'd have asked him for his own examples. This obviously upset him, and it was usually better to let the other person fill in the blanks, but it made her think of her conversation with Crowley. That...seemed like it might fit]
video;
[that example hadn't been the one he was thinking of, but it does fit... so it takes him a minute to get hung up on that thought, chewing on it a little more, while also fishing for words to describe the original issue.]
I don't know. There's this thing. It's a lot like a dream, but I think it's real-- letting people see into your head, I guess.
[he eventually resurfaces, attempts to shrug out of thinking about it.]
...It's hard to explain.
video;
[they're thinking two different things, really, but to her it sounds like Sophie's dream city. Joe's dream walking. She can understand that]
video;
[but this is also reaching the far side of his limits for how much he wants to talk about upsetting things, so he shrugs out of it yet again.]
That's only happened a couple of times, though. Usually, it's just planets and stuff.
no subject
It brings up more questions, a mix of curiosity and instinctive wariness, but she can visibly see the shift as Nel withdraws from the conversation, almost as clearly as if he'd physically moved. The questions linger on the tip of her tongue, tempting, but after a moment she swallows them.
There would be more questions. And, apparently, plenty of time to consider them. She could wait.
Instead, she redirects to inquiries just as important and much lower stakes]
So...on a scale of one to infinity....how likely is it I'd be able to find paper and pencils on this ship? [priorities]
no subject
[he blinks a bit, furrows his brow, and glances away from the screen for a minute. this is maybe something he hasn't really thought about before. but, he only mulls it over for a few moments before something else dawns on him.]
--Wait, you're still on the big ship, aren't you?
I've actually never been on that one before, so I have no idea.
no subject
[She...hadn't expected that]
I...guess I thought everyone showed up here.
one tag before bed wheeee
But, I was here from the beginning... like, from when the ships first turned on. So, I was never on the big one.
night, bb!
...how long ago was that?
[it's the most urgent she's been asking anything of him, curiosity completely peaked.]
laaaaaate ;;;