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driftfleet2016-10-05 11:57 am
stretchy_girl) wrote in driftfleet2016-10-05 11:57 am
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Who: Gemini & Open to the Bishop crew.
Broadcast: Nope
Action: S.S Bishop
When: Tuesday Evening
[It's now been well over a week since the Bishop's new security officer arrived in the usual burst of music and confetti...and stalked off without a word to anyone. Since then nobody will have seen so much as a peep of her; the office marked 'Gemini de Mille' remains completely untouched, the bed in her room obviously not slept in and the clothing locker unopened. Perhaps some of them might have heard sounds coming from the depths of the ship, tapping noises, faint slithery sounds emanating from the air ducts late at night, but that's the only hint of her continuing presence. However, even though the crew haven't seen her, Gemini has been watching them, listening in on conversations, intruding into private quarters, seeking to learn as much about her 'crewmates' as possible.
In fact there isn't a nook or cranny of the ship that she hasn't thoroughly explored, slipping behind walls, squeezing under the sparse furniture, oozing around the ship's wiring to see what leads where. Lately she's been exploring the plumbing system and discovered the ship's hot-water tank, and isn't that just heavenly? But she can't float around shapelessly in the tank forever, although the stubborn part of her likes to think she could, she's getting very bored very quickly. Eventually she'll have to talk to someone, and now seems as good a time as any.
The shower locker room is seemingly empty, but Gemini is there, blending seamlessly in, waiting impatiently for someone to come along, although she's unsure of what exactly she'll say...or even who she'll say it as.]
Broadcast: Nope
Action: S.S Bishop
When: Tuesday Evening
[It's now been well over a week since the Bishop's new security officer arrived in the usual burst of music and confetti...and stalked off without a word to anyone. Since then nobody will have seen so much as a peep of her; the office marked 'Gemini de Mille' remains completely untouched, the bed in her room obviously not slept in and the clothing locker unopened. Perhaps some of them might have heard sounds coming from the depths of the ship, tapping noises, faint slithery sounds emanating from the air ducts late at night, but that's the only hint of her continuing presence. However, even though the crew haven't seen her, Gemini has been watching them, listening in on conversations, intruding into private quarters, seeking to learn as much about her 'crewmates' as possible.
In fact there isn't a nook or cranny of the ship that she hasn't thoroughly explored, slipping behind walls, squeezing under the sparse furniture, oozing around the ship's wiring to see what leads where. Lately she's been exploring the plumbing system and discovered the ship's hot-water tank, and isn't that just heavenly? But she can't float around shapelessly in the tank forever, although the stubborn part of her likes to think she could, she's getting very bored very quickly. Eventually she'll have to talk to someone, and now seems as good a time as any.
The shower locker room is seemingly empty, but Gemini is there, blending seamlessly in, waiting impatiently for someone to come along, although she's unsure of what exactly she'll say...or even who she'll say it as.]
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[Her jaw clenches, the look that she gives the seemingly empty room is enough to burn through steel, she's visibly seething, fists flexing, really wanting to break something or ideally someone.
Instead her body stretches and thins, shooting up into a nearby air vent and vanishing. He can't watch her there...can he? Now she's the one who's going to be paranoid.]