may-time mingling (starstruck!)

[mucked]

Who: Starstruck crew + visitors
Broadcast: N/A
Action: Aboard the Starstruck!
When: The merry merry month of May

[ there's been a tiny regime change and doubtless some debriefing after that masquerade! have at it, starstruckers. mingle away! ]

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[fuga]

[ Lauralae has not been a widely visible figure upon her own ship; she keeps to herself as much as she can, sleeping in the lab when possible and curling in on herself so she looks more like a ball of fabric than a person. At times she is less a girl and becomes a wolf instead, hiding under beds and keeping herself away from the stares and the wonderings of the people she has been forced to reside with - she had no interest in being around them, in learning about their names, their homes, their natures. She simply wished to exist until she returned home and back to the life she sought to change.

Now, however, with her mind somewhat changed and conversation hovering in her thoughts, she moves with a little more curiosity. She had been told that there might well be some aboard this fleet that would offer her some information that might cure her, save her, and that is the only thing that makes her entirely willing to go out of her way to speak to another. She isn't comfortable with it, and it shows in the tightness of her lips and the quick movements of her eyes, but she tilts her head up and stays strong all the same, determined despite her own fears and the twisting mistrust she harbours.

When she walks the corridors she doesn't duck away and try to hide from other people; instead she tilts her head up and watches them to see if they speak. When she's a wolf she moves and sits atop a bed, her chipped ears flat and her dark eyes ever searching, always on edge just in case. At the end of each day she falls into restless sleeps, sometimes waking up with nightmares plaguing her mind, pushing her out of whatever little crevice she'd put herself into and managing to lift herself to go elsewhere, to try and calm down.

She even greets her crewmates with a sharp, barely-there nod - but a nod all the same. ]

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[theroadwarrior]

[She can find Max resting with his pooch, Rock. Mixed mutt, sleeping beside the odd Australian fella while he sits at the kitchen table. He's got a selection of gas masks from the planet sitting on the desk, but he's currently fidgeting with what looks like a slightly-dented music player of sorts. He's always had a soft spot for them; reminded him of something you just couldn't get back, back home.

Once he adjusts it, he cranks the small lever, letting the soft melody play throughout the ship.

It's a nice little tune, something like Jack and Jill.

Well, the space equivalent here.]

[fuga]

[ It's the music that draws her forward, not the dog nor the man himself - though she can smell the dog, and she's sure the beast can smell that she, too, is more canine than she seems. The gentle melody seems to go in time with her steps and it doesn't take her too long to approach the kitchen table. She doesn't reach out to touch, however, she doesn't do anything but stop and stare, for a long, long moment, as if the very music itself has unrooted her and left her strangely adrift, eyes closing for one single moment of time.

When they open again she feels a little breathless, shying away from the man and his pet, frowning a little at her own silliness. ]

That song is beautiful.

[ High praise from one that speaks so rarely. ]

[theroadwarrior]

[ — ah.

He glances up in surprise (and chides himself for being surprised, he needs to be more alert to the world around him, even at the table). Ah, it's the poison girl. He looks from her to the small old music player, considering a decent reply.]

Found it on the planet, in a shop. Broken, but fixable.

[fuga]

It is old.

[ Her head tilts and she watches, her eyes dark and certain as she gazes down at the player. She can smell the metal, sharp and sure, and she wonders how something broken can sound so beautiful, create such lovely things. Lauralae steps forward, ignoring the dog and her own instincts, leaning down to look instead with a guardedness she can't hide. ]

How will you repair it?

[theroadwarrior]

Mhm. Old.

[He taps his finger on the outside of the machine, finishes taking out one of the intricately small screws to view the insides.]

... See the bumps in the cylinder? Needs to hit these metal bristles. It's what makes the sound. Just need to fix some of the bristles. You heard a song without some notes, before.

[fuga]

[ Lauralae leans over, giving herself the space to peer down at the machinery inside, the bumps and the metal. She frowns, tilting her head, before she looks back over at Max and speaks. ]

It was beautiful as it was. Does it need to be fixed?

[theroadwarrior]

... If something can be fixed, doesn't it deserve it?

[He glances over at her, expression rather blank, but there's quiet contemplation to the reply.]

[fuga]

[ She blinks, staring for a long, drawn out moment, unable to hide the way that the question effects her, until she speaks. Her voice is quieter, then, and soft. ]

That is the choice that lies in the hand of who dares do the fixing.

[pneumo]

[ Of all the things there, what actually draws Sascha into searching for her the most? Is the canine scent she bears when shapeshifted because he's only ever caught a whiff of Bigby before. For there to be another wolf on the fleet he's unfamiliar with is a surprise, and when he catches it on someone else he follows it back to it's source, poking and sniffing around the ship in the dead of night with his sunglasses tucked away for once. With most of the ship's lights on low or off completely it's much easier for him to move around, sniffing at the air.

But it stops when he gets to the doors to her room, which are closed. And he's learned enough by now (see: Bigby has yelled at him enough times) that he should knock first before trying to enter, so! A knock doth cometh. ]

...Helloooo~

[fuga]

[ Lauralae is no stranger to odd scents, and what brings her out of her own personal reverie is the scent of something dead but not, something that haunts her and makes her turn on the defensive. She has never had much time for those that walk in her Lord's shadows, the undead that rise and stand at Sidra's side, but she gives them the respect they are due simply for being his, for being his chosen, returned to life beyond what the claim his mother may have had. When she finds one so unlike anything she had ever seen outside her door it causes her nothing short of confusion, lifting herself up and stepping around to touch the handle with careful fingers.

It takes her a few moments to speak and, in that time, the knock comes forth. It doesn't startle her - she knew he was there - but she frowns all the same, opening the door slowly and lifting her head, letting herself be hidden in shadows. ]

What brings you here?

[pneumo]

[ In contrast he gets no such information from her. Sasha relies on smell and sight since he lacks the ability to perceive the supernatural (his own world lacking it and all). He can sense anything, but the open door mean her scent is fresh and yup, he is definitely in the right place. And best of all, it comes from a girl who looks just like Bigby does when he's not a wolf!

Which is to say, human. ]

...Hi! Are you the wolf?

[fuga]

[ Her eyes are dark and she watches him, waiting for any move that might suggest that he's more of a threat than she had initially imagined. All her instincts are on alert, and she has to force herself to stay back, to let herself breathe, to not leap at the very sight of someone that knows her deeper self, that can see through human skin and see the wolf that she hides somewhere deep inside of herself. It is not her true form, but one that her Lord had seen fit to give her - it is all she can think it to be.

Her eyes narrow and she moves back, hands clenching around nothing. ]

I am Lauralae.

[pneumo]

Lauralae...the wolf? [ He offers, of course trying not to focus on her discomfort. He's seen it far too much to interpret it poorly. No one likes a vampire after all. And the. If course there's the fact that all animals hate him too, what with being a predator and all. ]

[fuga]

Lauralae. [ She doesn't confirm it or deny it, just watches him with a dark intensity that she can't hide - and there's no point trying, either, since it's so obvious. She isn't comfortable and she doesn't like her secrets being found out; she doesn't care that he's undead, she simply cares that he is poking her nose into her business. ] That is all.

[pneumo]

Oh... Do you have a wolf then? 'Cause I only know Bigby, and he acts super-grumpy but I think if he had another wolf he'd be a little happier. I'm Sascha!

[ Has he annoyed and/or disoriented you yet, Lauralae? ]

[fuga]

I do not own a wolf. [ And she is most certainly avoiding the topic altogether, her frown in place and not moving at all. ] Nor do I know who Bigby is. I care not for his pleasures, nor for his happiness - let him seek it alone, for it is no concern of mine.

[ No, she's not annoyed, simply... Unsettled. ]

running across her in the lab?

[nostraightlines]

[ Ramse doesn't know his crewmates well, and Lauralae is no exception. But he needs painkillers. It's afternoon when he comes by the lab, knocking softly just in case someone's in there. ]

Hello?

[ No answer. He knocks again for good measure, then opens the door slowly. ]

Coming in.

perfect!

[fuga]

[ There's a sharp noise as Lauralae pushes herself up and away from the table where she had been examining the strange medications that the ships here had. None of them were the herbs or fauna from her world, but the strange device implanted on her explained them as if she had been taught by her mother, as if they were all natural.

The stranger makes her pause, but she breathes out, lifting her head up and considering. ]

Yes.

[nostraightlines]

Hey, I'm Ramse -- we haven't met yet.

[ He holds out a hand politely. It's in a brace. ]

I was just looking for some painkillers for this.

[fuga]

Ramse.

[ Lauralae looks down at his hand but makes no move to touch it, either to shake it or inspect it. Instead, she steps to one side and allows him to come in, nodding towards the desk. ]

The strange herbs are there.

[nostraightlines]

[ He doesn't seem bothered by that, just moves to look at the drugs. ]

Thank you. What's your name?

[fuga]

Lauralae.

[ She steps around him, moving to move her chair out of the way so that she can sit in it, as closer as the corner as she can get herself to without it looking too strange. ]

I do not know how much you should take, not without the aid of the ship.

[nostraightlines]

It's nice to meet you.

[ He's rummaging through the bottles, looking for names he knows. ]

Usually it's one or two pills. I should be able to figure it out if I can find one I'm familiar with.

[fuga]

As you say.

[ Which is her way of saying 'nice to meet you, too'. She steps forward, looking at the pills with a dark expression. ]

The ones near the back are for healing.