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

[theoniongirl]

Maybe gum is a delicacy for them and we've just boosted their whole economy.

[her pencil taps lightly on paper, the sound distinct even if the sketchbook itself is out of sight, before she actually begins to sketch]

Or maybe they use it as a kind of adhesive.

[tallasaking]

Well, that would be a first - no - a second for me. Perhaps even a third.

[Tyrion murmurs, stroking his beard.]

I do like the thought that they have chewed this kind of candy and just used it to stick to things.

[theoniongirl]

[that gets a laugh] A third? Now I'm curious.

[tallasaking]

Well ... the first came from offering gold to a group of tribal people who did, in fact, follow me all the way through to battle. The second came from tying alliances into place to insure that my royal bastard of a nephew didn't spend all his coin on fancy swords and covering up his own mistakes ... I rather like this one more.

[He thought about it.] Mostly because my own neck wasn't on the line.

[theoniongirl]

That does tend to help, yeah.

Plus...gum probably isn't as dangerous as going into battle.

[tallasaking]

...That we know of. Yet. This is a strange place, my fine young friend. Who knows what that gum might yet be used for?

[theoniongirl]

True, but we tested it as many ways as we know how. Not that it means we can really be sure-- if there's one thing I've learned from all these places, it's that we know only the tiniest portion of what's possible. But hopefully the worst damage we've done is give someone the opportunity for a really impressive sugar-high.

[her brow is furrowed, though. So far, the Atroma had done little to seem like a serious threat, especially considering what she now remembered from her previous forays with supernatural kidnappings...but the secrecy bothered her.

Cloak and dagger approaches were rarely brought into play if there really was nothing significant to hide.]

[tallasaking]

I sincerely hope there's nothing more than sugar highs on the horizon, and nothing else.

[He doesn't want to think about what else they might be up to.]

And if we find out otherwise, we will find out. [Then react from there.]

[theoniongirl]

I wonder if we will.

[a beat] find out, I mean. You've been here longer than I have...do we ever hear about the places the Fleet has left behind, after we've left?

[tallasaking]

I wonder that as well.

[He thinks about that, and then frowns.] I know people have complied history of the places we have been -- but no - I have never heard of the places we have left behind. It should be something I will ask.

[theoniongirl]

Do we have someone to ask?

[her interest perks up at that. She'd been planning on checking out the Iskaulit library, now that they didn't have access to the last space station's datary, but she'd gotten the impression that there weren't really any experts on the Fleet. Not really.]

[tallasaking]

We have many someones to ask. There are more than a few that have been here a considerable amount of time.

[Tyrion states simply, because ... well. They do.]