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driftfleet2016-06-01 09:08 am
takeabow) wrote in driftfleet2016-06-01 09:08 am
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mopingjay
Who: Nova & Friends/CR/passersby
Broadcast: None
Action: the First Breath and the Iskaulit gardens
When: Today
[ It's been days since anyone has last seen or heard from Nova, though her name is still on the ship register. Notably, Stiles' name is not. Any attempts to contact her via the comms have been hung up on or ignored. She hasn't even been out to the kitchen, let alone any of the other shared spaces on the First Breath. If a worried party were to come into her room uninvited, she wouldn't protest. Or move from staring at the wall, probably. There's evidence she's eaten, likely from packs of food squirreled away around her room, but the girl is not exactly thriving. She looks exhausted and frankly could use a shower.
At some point, she somehow makes her way over to the gardens on the Iskaulit. She craves the solace of the woods, but lacking that, this will have to do. She finds an out-of-the-way spot and sits, barefoot and in her pajamas, running the dirt through her fingers. Girl looks rough, is all. ]
Broadcast: None
Action: the First Breath and the Iskaulit gardens
When: Today
[ It's been days since anyone has last seen or heard from Nova, though her name is still on the ship register. Notably, Stiles' name is not. Any attempts to contact her via the comms have been hung up on or ignored. She hasn't even been out to the kitchen, let alone any of the other shared spaces on the First Breath. If a worried party were to come into her room uninvited, she wouldn't protest. Or move from staring at the wall, probably. There's evidence she's eaten, likely from packs of food squirreled away around her room, but the girl is not exactly thriving. She looks exhausted and frankly could use a shower.
At some point, she somehow makes her way over to the gardens on the Iskaulit. She craves the solace of the woods, but lacking that, this will have to do. She finds an out-of-the-way spot and sits, barefoot and in her pajamas, running the dirt through her fingers. Girl looks rough, is all. ]
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[Octavia's hand eventually slide from Nova's shoulder to her hair. It could use a wash, but her own has been much worse. She feels a few strands of it before reaching out with both hands to bring it behind her shoulders and begin braiding. It'll be a little better than when it hangs loose.]
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[ a lie, obviously, to buy time while she tries to consolidate what she was thinking from concepts to words. nova brushes her hair away from her face, not noticing that she leaves dirt on her cheek in the process. she's tense and almost mechanical in her movements ]
You'll think I'm pathetic.
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Do you honestly think that? [Because really. She still continues to braid.]
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Ow.
[ she deadpans it. it doesn't hurt at all, but she responds anyway ]
And I don't know. You don't seem like a big fan of Stiles.
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[Another, lighter tug.] So talk.
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Well. He's gone. So. I guess my plans were unrealistic.