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driftfleet2016-03-06 03:38 pm
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( he looked at me like i was stupid, i'm not stupid )
Who: Members of the Huntress and visitors!
Action: The U.S.S. Huntress!
When: It's a mingle for the month of March!
[ it's that time of year! also, pr was on hiatus for a bit, and needs to throw herself into things, so indulge me!! ]
Action: The U.S.S. Huntress!
When: It's a mingle for the month of March!
[ it's that time of year! also, pr was on hiatus for a bit, and needs to throw herself into things, so indulge me!! ]
3/3
TH-THE DISHES ARE CURSED!?
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oh.
oh dear, he'd been distracted.
Hastily Mikleo drops his current dish into the water and backs away from the sink, hands in the air like a surgeon. He hadn't meant to frighten anyone... maybe he should have asked Sorey to do the clean up, but it's so relaxing to soak his hands after a good cooking session. Ugh.]
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She rushes over quickly, looking into the soapy waters.]
O-oh...! It fell in --
Was... Is there a cleaning ghost here? Mr. Ghost, you don't have to do such a thing! I -- I can promise you, I'll take very good care of the ship, but you should pass on, so that you c-c-can find peace!!
[She's talking to the sink because she's not really sure where else the ghost would be, okay.]
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Well, at least she's calmed down a bit. But now he's stuck- she's at his spot, and he can't just go back to washing dishes when she's right there. She'll probably start screaming again.
Hmm... oh, right, she liked sweets, didn't she? Maybe a distraction will do the trick. He edges over to the plates he'd laid out and nudges a knife so it clinks noisily against one of them. Look! Cake! Please have cake and be happy and maybe stop yelling at the sink?]
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She looks with some unease at the sweets left unattended, relaxing a fraction at a time as she studies it. Who could have done this? They've gone and left it unattended. But — Focus, Koala! There is clear evidence of the paranormal aboard this ship!
She tries to decode this entire situation.]
... Are you... um... haunting us because you've enjoyed the food?
I-it does look very delicious, doesn't it?
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child just
eat some cake, please]
Good grief, do I have to do it all myself?
[Maybe if he just. Gets a plate. Will that help?? He slides one across the counter towards her, stopping it in front of the cake plate. Can this kid read? She probably can't read. Ugh.]
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Um...
Did you, um.
[She takes the knife.]
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Did you want me to cut you a slice?
[No problem, Mr. Ghost! Let's make you a nice big piece.
IDK how you eat it, but I'm not here to judge.]
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Okay. Okay, fine. He's an adult, he can handle basic communication. First, let's just test that little "can she read" question. He ignores the cake and slides the little card he'd made towards her. Take some! It says to take some!]
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She holds it carefully.]
F—forrr... the... en...tee-reh... en — um. Creh-oo.
Entereh Creh-Oo?
[................................... ;;;]
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Holding in the most exasperated sigh ever conceived, he picks up the plate with the slice of cake on it and offers it out to her. Honestly, he can't think of a better way to deal with this.
Being invisible sure is inconvenient sometimes.]
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You made this for us?
[She gasps.]
A-are you the one who made me the mysterious sweets in my room?!
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Well, it had worked with Greed and Ling the first time. He crouches down and touches his hand to the floor, frost spreading out over the surface like a white cloud. Silently he traces the letters Y E S, rapping his knuckles to the floor so she notices it.]
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Ah...! That was — so kind of you! You're a wonderful sweets gifter!
[She holds up her hand, beaming.]
High-five! I, um, I don't know if I'll feel it, but you deserve a high-five!
[SHE'S BEEN LEARNING NEW THINGS.]
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He smiles faintly and lifts a hand, tapping his palm lightly against hers. THe impact is gentle, but definitely there; at the very least, she ought to feel the chill of the ice he'd been summoning.]
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Does that mean you also gave me a flower?
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I thought so!! You're really a wonderful artist, you know! Such pretty work, sir!
... Ma'am? Um... mister? Miss?
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Mee-klee-oo?
[???? Close???? :D]
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He reaches up and flicks his finger lightly against the plate with her cake on it as a gentle reminder. You're supposed to be enjoying those sweets, kiddo.]
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W-well, that's awful kind of you, but... Mr. Sasuke forbade me from eating sweets, for my new diet...
Can you eat such things, Mr. Mee-klee-oo?
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Then he reaches down, frosts the floor again, and writes.
"ignore him
cake is good for you"]
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I... Well... I don't suppose this is healthy cake?
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