Sleeping WIth Vultures

[therewerefifty]

Who: Anyone
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Windrose
When: 9/24

[Makie opens her eyes a crack; finally, after a good six weeks.  She feels too heavy and worn out, so something is obviously amiss, though her first thought is maybe she's just ill.  She's had mornings like this in the past, before a friendly angel came and cleared the disease from her lungs.

She's probably also not alone, either.  Well, then.

It might be why, despite how fragilely she shuffles toward the kitchen soon afterward, she looks amazingly content.  Maybe she spent that much time dreaming some good shit, who knows?  Or maybe it's just that she's no longer alone anymore.  Other crew on the Windrose might have noticed she had a visitor in the past few weeks.  Makie's sorry, guys.  Hopefully Lilly didn't break anything :|

When she's woken up some with food and good tea and has caught up with her crew and made sure they're all still in one piece, she'll hit the network, looking tired and pale but courteous as always.]

[Broadcast]

I've been asleep a long time, it seems.

For those who don't know me, my name is Otono-Tachibana Makie.  There's a relatively new addition to the fleet whom some of you may have met.  [And regretted it.]  She's a small child by the name of Lilly, fair-haired, who has... some difficulty communicating.  But she likes to explore.  If you find her on your ship, please treat her well.  If you wish to remove her from your ship, I will retrieve her.

[She's got the best bet of doing it without causing more disaster, at any rate.  Please be nice to her feral child, Fleet.  She asks nicely.]

...thank you in advance.

Have I missed anything important in the last... month? 

Comments

[therewerefifty]

[So some things don't change. She knows someone's in her room when she finally drifts back to the land of the conscious. No hostility, and it takes a moment to remember where she is. So maybe...Misty? She can't think of any other person who might be in here with her.

She shifts slightly, opening her eyes a crack out of sheer curiosity. So tired. Lilly's face is blurry, and so... well. Perhaps she's still asleep. Her eyes drift shut again. She's perfectly fine with dreaming this. Her voice is a soft murmur.]

I've missed you.

[motheater]

[You know, normal people would do a tearful, kind, sweet gesture. Say something beautiful, maybe hold hands or brush the awakened person's hair from their forehead. Maybe say something truly inspiring and award-winning.

Lilly, she just reaches over and gives Makie's cheek fat a little squeeze and jiggle.]

Stop sleep.

[therewerefifty]

[You mean you try, young lady. She's not so tired she won't instinctively catch that abusive little hand in her own, blinking owlishly. It's a gentle intercept, but nevertheless.

Huh. That really is kind of a solid little wrist.]

Lilly...?

You're really here.

[motheater]

I really here.

[She echoes it, rocking back and forth with excess energy on her heels.

She's just so thrilled to see you're not dead-dead!]

You here.

[therewerefifty]

[How perceptive of you.]

I suppose I am. [She breaks into a smile after a moment, tugging at Lilly's wrist. Come a little closer, you.] I wasn't awake when you arrived. I'm so sorry. How did you know I was here...?

[motheater]

Misty.

[She says it to the point, curling her fingers around her toes.]

I said... 'Makie'. I said. She takes me.

[therewerefifty]

Misty is a good person. She helped me while I was sick.

[Her smile falters at that reminder.] Lilly...? Can you remember what happened before you came here? What we were doing...?

[motheater]

[She glances down, thoughtful.]

Ad-striiiing. Lilly and Makie's... okay.

[Better than being both dead, certainly.]

[therewerefifty]

[So either well before what happened, or... after. When Sam said things were okay. The hesitation makes her think after, but she can't be sure.]

Okay. Yes. And we'll stay okay, won't we? We'll both go back there.

[motheater]

[She nods eagerly, perching closer to Makie — for someone like her, her comfort in the woman's presence says a lot. She doesn't give it a second guess.]

We'll both go back!

[Very good English, Lilly, a+.]

[therewerefifty]

[Probably good they're both so emotionally strangled, isn't it? Makie isn't one to hug small children, either, so you know. Sittin' together is good enough for her.

And that was an actual complete and proper sentence, she's totally impressed.]

Have you met the other people on board? [...which reminds her. If Misty brought her here, then--] I'll have to find out what ship you're meant to be on. We'll change it so you can be here.

[motheater]

[She nods.]

I meet... people. But wanna be — here. Makie.

[therewerefifty]

[She smiles. Can't help it. Weird relationship goals, man.]

I wanted you to be here too. I didn't like coming here without you at all.

[motheater]

[Weird is something she's very skilled at, too! Lucky you.]

Being alone's bad.

[therewerefifty]

...yes. [Thoughtfully, because-- well, there was a time when Makie couldn't think of any better fate than just to be left alone. Things have changed.]

People here sometimes fall asleep for a long while. But we awaken. In the meantime, the other people on the ship will always make room for you.

[Well, they better. :|]

[motheater]

[She folds her arms, wrinkles her nose, all wild hair and stubbornness.]

Don't want 'em. Want Makie.