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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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[a small frown] ...I don't think I've had the same answer twice to that question.
[which...she's not really sure what to make of. The more accounts she heard, the more it was confirmed that the fleet was anything but small, but she'd also been hearing from more and more people as the hours ticked by. Was the fleet really so big that this sample didn't include any people who'd arrived at the same time? Were multiple arrivals at once unusual? No one had seemed surprised as more of them had woken up on the Hospitality Deck--each new broadcast her cue to stop exploring a new branch of hallways and go see who else would be sharing the living area until they were shuffled. Or was it just random chance?
Would it matter even if she had an answer?]
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[He shrugged his shoulders, before he arched an eyebrow at her. Assessing her as she assessed the situation. A great deal smarter than one would give her credit for, and he guessed she liked it that way. His lips pursed for a moment, as she started to piece things together. He could almost see the - ah - yes, gears turning in her head.]
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[she has to spend a week in a shared living space with, so far, at least five people...two of which were Sasuke and Caboose. Frightening, no. Potentially hazardous, yes.] Is that normal?
I don't mind the company, especially if we're going to be here awhile, but I guess I'd half expect to start hearing more people say they showed up at the same time as someone else, too.
[You're often quickest to recognize yourself in others--it was that much easier to spot those wearing masks when you already had one on yourself. He wore pride and confidence in the face of all-too-many who would judge him for circumstances of birth. Behind her friendliness, she wore her anonymity.
Newly arrived, there's no doubt her clothes are her own, but her sweater is much too oversized for her small frame with at least one well-worn patch starting to show by one elbow, and if her curls got that tangled in sleep she certainly hadn't bothered to do anything about it. No makeup. No jewelry. No last name. She has a few pretentions of her own, in her own way]
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And there you have in fact, fallen into the quandary we have all realized over the past few weeks - there is no new ship, and in fact we are all at capacity. With all of you now arriving -- we are going to be overly full and cramped besides. I cannot imagine where you shall all be bunking, but we are going to have to make due.
[He makes sure their gazes meet here.] This has never happened before.
[So take that as the warning that it is.]
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Her enthusiasm is utterly genuine, this sudden shift of fate a source of more wonder than fear. And she has, for the most part, really only given voice to the former. But that was the way of magic, wasn't it? The way of anything, really. There was always a price, and it was always more complicated (for better or worse) than it seemed.
So she added them up in a silent tally in the back of her mind.
A former child slave, finding her feet now that she was suddenly free.
A "friend" who she couldn't remember. Referencing years of lost memories.
A demand to "entertain" an audience they didn't know and couldn't talk to.
A sudden upsurge of new fleet members.
It was the start of an equation she didn't know the answer to and isn't sure she wants to, but she's not ignoring it.
...
...
A sudden quirk of a smile] Maybe they'll give you all bunk beds.
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He breathed out with a quiet laugh.]
Honestly, I will have to build them if we need them.