2nd Fairytale

[theoniongirl]

Who: Jilly Coppercorn
Broadcast: A little bit of everything
Action: Blue Fish and Iskaulit
When: Mid-afternoon

|Network - Voice Only|

[Sometime mid-afternoon, the network picks up an accidental broadcast as Jilly stirs after a very long week.

It sounds almost like static at first, sheets rustling as she pushes them off, followed by a hoarse question that was probably just meant to be her talking to herself.]

…Just how long did I sleep?


|Network - Raylene - Locked|

[She's feeling pretty shaky after being off her feet so long, but a meal and about five glasses of water have her at least feeling human again. And there's plenty to catch up on, too... her crew. the planet. the sudden rush of new memories confusingly nestled in with her life in Newford. But when she does take a moment for herself again, she knows what she has to do.]

Raylene?

[it's tentative at first, but then slightly firmer as she gathers her determination (if not her confidence)] Can we talk?


|Network/Action - Blue Fish - Open|
[your resident painter and cook is back in action, Blue Fish! She missed you guys. Feel free to run into her in the kitchen for most of the day, though she'll be doing more eating and resting than cooking as she recovers from that ridiculously long nap]

We...have shuttles, right? How does that work? [there's something she needs to do.]


|Action - Iskaulit - Open|

[That night, Jilly makes her way to the Iskaulit for the first time since she'd arrived at the fleet. Between working and all of the options on the past waystation, she hadn't really been driven to find the Fleet's local bars. And it's not a drink she's looking for, now. She has a demon to find...though she'll be happy enough to say hi to any other friendly faces while she looks for Crowley.]

Comments

[onlyanapple]

[The sad thing is, Crowley has gone though millennia telling himself he was used to seeing people leave him. After all, humans were mortal and he was not. Them parting ways with him was inevitable. There were a couple of humans back on Earth he liked, missed a little, but none he'd got so close to as in Paradisa. Or even here.

It's made this so much more...difficult. Made time together precious. It's made him care more than he'd ever like to admit to.]

It might have been longer than a month. Probably.

[theoniongirl]

[softly] I figured.

[it's almost reluctant when she steps back around to the other side of the bar, but it's only so she can hop up on a stool and cross her arms on the bar, itself, as she looks around]

This is all yours?

[onlyanapple]

[Crowley welcomes the change of subject. Talking about his propensity to delve into alcoholism to deal with his problems tends to just start the cycle all over again. Much better to focus on something else.]

She is! Isn't she great? I don't want to say she's better than the Nines was but...well, she's obviously better than the Nines was.

[Except no Barney. That part sucks a lot. ]