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driftfleet2016-05-16 05:19 pm
scrubscrub) wrote in driftfleet2016-05-16 05:19 pm
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[open] bad dreams are made of these
Who: Koala and you!
Broadcast: N/A
Action: Huntress and Iskaulit
When: May 16th-ish. (Prose or action brackets both welcome!)
(Warnings for child abuse and traumatic dream stuff.)
Small fishing boat, it's on fire.
She wants to jump but she's not a good swimmer. Someone grabs her by her legs, holds her like a prized fish, and she flails. 'Got a live one,' Blurry Face says, 'This one'll make for a fine addition.' Dad doesn't call out for her anymore, because Dad is — wake up, wake up, wake up, open your eyes...!
Bright lights, classical music, Koala drags her feet. The stage is lit, hurts her eyes, she swears she sees her mom and dad sitting in the front row. Do they see she's scared? She just wants to go home. She's the smallest on the stage, and she sells for more than she's ever heard; she remembers thinking coins in a jar were pretty and shined like treasure, but it's really not a lot now that she hears the other prices on other chained people, some shaped human and others shaped not. Someone near her is dancing and performing on command, but they don't look like they enjoy dancing much at all. Mom and dad watch and clap and smile. Koala pulls at her metal collar and blubbers miserably, fat hot tears down her face. Why aren't they coming up to the stage and taking her back? She's not anybody's but theirs. She wants to go home.
She forgot dad's rules. His dying rule. Whatever you do, Koala, don't cry. They won't like it when you cry, she understands now. They see it as weak, annoying. But she can't stop. Why can't she stop sobbing? She never sobbed in the auction house...! The master, holding his ring of keys, steps forward and lumbers high above her (he shouldn't be here, he should be in the clouds, in his mansion with his family who refuses to breathe peasant air), and says sharply, 'I hate crying little brats,' and then he pulls his hand back at her and swings roughly and—
Koala wakes with a start, hand clutching the fabric over her heart and she shakes and pants and smiles wide impulsively.
Just the dreams, just the dreams sometimes. She touches her neck and finds it smooth, not buckled with explosives.
Safe.
Safe in a bed that is hers, in a room that is hers, in a crew that is not going to be cruel to her. And yet she can't cry about this. Crying for others is easy, but for herself — it's too frightening. She breathes out, forces back any of the burn in her eyes, and shuffles out of bed, still in the jumpsuit she wears as pajamas. She really should put her shoes on. Nobody likes dirty little feet on their clean floors.
She slips her shoes on, one at a time, and rises. She's not sure if others are sleeping for the 'night', because there really isn't a night, but it's undoubtedly not daytime on the moon, so people are more likely asleep than not. Instead she goes out and makes herself a glass of tea and a small bowl of food, and tries to calm herself with it. There's an uneasiness about her as she sits in the kitchen, hair a bit wild and sweat on her brow. But she slowly does calm over time, is slowly able to eat with a steadier hand. The adrenaline has tapered off, but her mind is restless.
Going back to sleep sounds scary.
She gets up and wanders aimlessly around the Iskaulit... anywhere, really. She doesn't want to go to the planet (it's dark! nobody should like the dark), but she doesn't want to be standing still, certainly. Some motion will do her good. Somewhere to focus, yes! She simply needs to smile and face her day, and remember that things are so very good. Remember, papa would like for you to be happy. Remember, he told you never to cry. You've already broken that, but... But! You can still be strong!
One can find her on the Huntress, or in her aimless wandering from bar to gym to garden to - anywhere, really, on the Iskaulit.
She is rather determined to occupy herself with what everyone else is doing.
Broadcast: N/A
Action: Huntress and Iskaulit
When: May 16th-ish. (Prose or action brackets both welcome!)
(Warnings for child abuse and traumatic dream stuff.)
Small fishing boat, it's on fire.
She wants to jump but she's not a good swimmer. Someone grabs her by her legs, holds her like a prized fish, and she flails. 'Got a live one,' Blurry Face says, 'This one'll make for a fine addition.' Dad doesn't call out for her anymore, because Dad is — wake up, wake up, wake up, open your eyes...!
Bright lights, classical music, Koala drags her feet. The stage is lit, hurts her eyes, she swears she sees her mom and dad sitting in the front row. Do they see she's scared? She just wants to go home. She's the smallest on the stage, and she sells for more than she's ever heard; she remembers thinking coins in a jar were pretty and shined like treasure, but it's really not a lot now that she hears the other prices on other chained people, some shaped human and others shaped not. Someone near her is dancing and performing on command, but they don't look like they enjoy dancing much at all. Mom and dad watch and clap and smile. Koala pulls at her metal collar and blubbers miserably, fat hot tears down her face. Why aren't they coming up to the stage and taking her back? She's not anybody's but theirs. She wants to go home.
She forgot dad's rules. His dying rule. Whatever you do, Koala, don't cry. They won't like it when you cry, she understands now. They see it as weak, annoying. But she can't stop. Why can't she stop sobbing? She never sobbed in the auction house...! The master, holding his ring of keys, steps forward and lumbers high above her (he shouldn't be here, he should be in the clouds, in his mansion with his family who refuses to breathe peasant air), and says sharply, 'I hate crying little brats,' and then he pulls his hand back at her and swings roughly and—
Koala wakes with a start, hand clutching the fabric over her heart and she shakes and pants and smiles wide impulsively.
Just the dreams, just the dreams sometimes. She touches her neck and finds it smooth, not buckled with explosives.
Safe.
Safe in a bed that is hers, in a room that is hers, in a crew that is not going to be cruel to her. And yet she can't cry about this. Crying for others is easy, but for herself — it's too frightening. She breathes out, forces back any of the burn in her eyes, and shuffles out of bed, still in the jumpsuit she wears as pajamas. She really should put her shoes on. Nobody likes dirty little feet on their clean floors.
She slips her shoes on, one at a time, and rises. She's not sure if others are sleeping for the 'night', because there really isn't a night, but it's undoubtedly not daytime on the moon, so people are more likely asleep than not. Instead she goes out and makes herself a glass of tea and a small bowl of food, and tries to calm herself with it. There's an uneasiness about her as she sits in the kitchen, hair a bit wild and sweat on her brow. But she slowly does calm over time, is slowly able to eat with a steadier hand. The adrenaline has tapered off, but her mind is restless.
Going back to sleep sounds scary.
She gets up and wanders aimlessly around the Iskaulit... anywhere, really. She doesn't want to go to the planet (it's dark! nobody should like the dark), but she doesn't want to be standing still, certainly. Some motion will do her good. Somewhere to focus, yes! She simply needs to smile and face her day, and remember that things are so very good. Remember, papa would like for you to be happy. Remember, he told you never to cry. You've already broken that, but... But! You can still be strong!
One can find her on the Huntress, or in her aimless wandering from bar to gym to garden to - anywhere, really, on the Iskaulit.
She is rather determined to occupy herself with what everyone else is doing.
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Ah. Sugar... Isn't sugar very expensive? I wouldn't want to use any of it up!
[nami forgive her she's a wip]
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[She plops down, smiling with some determination.]
I would love a sugary cocoa, Miss Nami!!!!!
...
...
...
...
I-if it's no trouble.
[>:Dbbbbbb]
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Nami's response is to grin widely.] You got it.
[Two teaspoons of sugar for this cocoa, young lady, that's sweet enough. She'd offer it with a marshmallow, but sadly we don't really have those. Alas. Nami makes sure it's not too hot, stirring it for a moment before passing it over.]
Here.
You have a lot of trouble sleeping?
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Yes. I just have some bad dreams sometimes, but it's... it's nothing to concern anybody over!
[8D]
I just have an active mind at night, is all!
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They're pretty nasty, aren't they? I still get them sometimes, but now that I'm a lot older and happier, I don't get them anywhere near as often.
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[Yes, obviously, nightmares are like chores. A challenge, but maintainable.]
S-sometimes I dream about the... auctions... O-or -- or...
It's -- just depressing, Miss Nami. I don't want to depress you!
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It's okay to talk about them, especially with me. I know about those places. And talking can make you feel better, so when you finally go back to sleep the dreams won't chase you back down.
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I guess so... I dream about the other slaves, sometimes. I was lucky, I didn't dream that far tonight... But there have been s-so many that die or... disappear... Sometimes I can't help but dream about those things. The things I saw there, I mean.
I'm very lucky. I've seen bad things, but it didn't happen to me often. I've only ever really been hit!
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[...]
I'm very glad that's the worst that happened to you. But the things you saw... they'll stay with you a long time. Right now, you can only have bad dreams about it. I hope-- someday when you grow up, you'll get the chance to do something more about it. If you want to.
[She kind of. Knows who you grow up to be. But let's not dump that on your head unless there's good reason.]
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It's so strange, to have so many people around her who say such helpful things.]
It's alright, Miss Nami... But I hope they fade someday! I do! [She sips the cocoa, blush still in full force.] I would like to sleep like a normal girl... I'd like to do a lot of things that normal kids do. I want to try to catch up.
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Or otherwise, we can hope the next place we go to is a proper planet with towns and everything so you can play with the kids there.
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[She smiles one of those nervous little smiles.]
I've just been... very shy!
They will probably think I'm really weird.
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Who did you meet?
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But, um. She's gone now.
[KOALA HAS HORRIBLE LUCK WITH CHILD FRIENDS]
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[Someone actually had family turn up?]
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But she was real smart, too. She knew how ships work.
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Keep an eye out. They bring in kids every now and then, so they'd probably like knowing there's people their own age here.
[Too bad your mun plays like 50% of them.]