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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.]
no subject
[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.
no subject
[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.]
no subject
[Tyrion states simply, because ... well. They do.]