cress ★ crescent moon darnel. (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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driftfleet2016-02-25 09:28 pm
lunaes) wrote in driftfleet2016-02-25 09:28 pm
video/action;
Who: Cress Darnel & everyone
Broadcast: fleetwide
Action: the marsiva
When: 2/25 super early in the morning
[ The first thing the Fleet gets from Cress is a shot of narrowed eyes and blonde curls as she kills the feed upon noticing the communicator. It's not terran or lunar tech, not the kind she's familiar with, but it's easy enough for her to navigate.
The second thing they get, some time later, comes from the viewing bay of the Marsiva, where Cress sits with her legs crossed as she hunches over the communicator, one hand continuously reaching up to fiddle with the ends of her hair and start to try to twine it around her wrist before she realizes it's not long enough for that, still. Not long enough in the way it used to be, at least.
Her hand drops, and she clears her throat. ]
I - [ She's listened in on some things and read others, watched entertainment feeds, but - ] Can someone talk to me? Please?
[ Her voice is very small and very fragile. She's trapped again, and there isn't even the familiar image of the Earth outside this viewport. It's a bigger cage than the last one, but her hands are shaky and her eyes dart around nervously, her unease clear. ]
About - about anything. Please. This is Cress - Crescent Moon - Crescent Moon Darnel. [ She has to keep correcting herself, not used to her full name, or her last name, and Cress flicks one hand, flustered. Then she tries for a smile, a little happier and more confident than she actually feels. ] We get to - um, go planetside? Am I understanding that right? This isn't -
[ Another vague sweeping hand gesture around the viewing bay, and her voice goes softer again. ]
- Nevermind. Do you have a favorite song? A favorite story? Anything. [ If the answer is "no" and she's stuck inside a spaceship without any breaks at all to that being a thing, she might actually cry, so she backtracks from the question. Without her noticing, she starts twirling some hair around one finger, biting her lip. ]
Broadcast: fleetwide
Action: the marsiva
When: 2/25 super early in the morning
[ The first thing the Fleet gets from Cress is a shot of narrowed eyes and blonde curls as she kills the feed upon noticing the communicator. It's not terran or lunar tech, not the kind she's familiar with, but it's easy enough for her to navigate.
The second thing they get, some time later, comes from the viewing bay of the Marsiva, where Cress sits with her legs crossed as she hunches over the communicator, one hand continuously reaching up to fiddle with the ends of her hair and start to try to twine it around her wrist before she realizes it's not long enough for that, still. Not long enough in the way it used to be, at least.
Her hand drops, and she clears her throat. ]
I - [ She's listened in on some things and read others, watched entertainment feeds, but - ] Can someone talk to me? Please?
[ Her voice is very small and very fragile. She's trapped again, and there isn't even the familiar image of the Earth outside this viewport. It's a bigger cage than the last one, but her hands are shaky and her eyes dart around nervously, her unease clear. ]
About - about anything. Please. This is Cress - Crescent Moon - Crescent Moon Darnel. [ She has to keep correcting herself, not used to her full name, or her last name, and Cress flicks one hand, flustered. Then she tries for a smile, a little happier and more confident than she actually feels. ] We get to - um, go planetside? Am I understanding that right? This isn't -
[ Another vague sweeping hand gesture around the viewing bay, and her voice goes softer again. ]
- Nevermind. Do you have a favorite song? A favorite story? Anything. [ If the answer is "no" and she's stuck inside a spaceship without any breaks at all to that being a thing, she might actually cry, so she backtracks from the question. Without her noticing, she starts twirling some hair around one finger, biting her lip. ]
video
[ Not everyone likes to. She does smile a little at the question. ]
My favorite song is the one I was named for. It's a lullaby, on Luna? I...don't know if you've heard it.
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Music is something of a hobby of mine. [And a source of magic, but that's neither here nor there. Give him a second and he'll produce a harp for backup and, eventually, something similar to this. Except, you know. He's one guy and not a choir.]
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...It was lovely. I didn't understand what you were singing, but - it was sung really, really beautifully.
[ For her part...give her a moment. ][ Cress's voice is high and sweet and apparently quite lovely, and she finishes the little lullaby without accompaniment and with a shy smile. ]
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