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driftfleet2016-04-04 08:42 pm
theoniongirl) wrote in driftfleet2016-04-04 08:42 pm
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2nd Fairytale
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.]
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.]
network~
What.
[It's clipped and short and she doesn't say anything else. She just waits. Albeit impatiently.]
no subject
She knows it won't go well. She's not hoping for that. Honestly, even getting to ask meant that it had already exceeded expectations.
She takes a deep breath, and then continues]
How are you?
[even. civil. distant, even. It's hard to hold back the concern she wants to show, but she has the feeling that would only make things worse. For now, she'll try focusing on polite.
...God help her, this was not going to be easy]
no subject
In fact, she might be acting like this for a while if only just to bother Jilly.]
Well my sister is talkin' to me now so: not too good.
...
Is that all y'wanted to say or are we goin' t'have to sit through you trying to make your sad self feel better again.
[It feels good treating Jilly like dirt.]
no subject
She deserved this. If this is the only penance she has to pay...well...it's a small price]
I just wanted to let you know that the Atroma did...something. I've been asleep for the past week, and I just woke up with...new memories. Places like this one that I'd been taken and forgotten.
[It's a mixed warning and apology. She'd been quiet after their confrontation, true...but it might not have been for quite as long if she hadn't suddenly pulled a Sleeping Beauty. Besides...]
There were two places. You--
[a slow breath] You were at one of them.
[those memories were still fuzzy. Anything that hadn't taken place in Paradisa was. But mixed in with the haze was memory of a fight, and a sickening feeling that it hadn't gone terribly well.]
no subject
[She doesn't want to hear about your dreams like she did when they were younger. And actual sisters.]