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driftfleet2016-10-23 02:36 am
girlverine) wrote in driftfleet2016-10-23 02:36 am
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Who: Laura Kinney and Open
Action: At the giant derelict ship/On the Red Fish
When: Throughout the month
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Audio
[There's a little delay and the barely audible sound of shuffling as Laura turns her comm on. Then, finally, a faint breath before she speaks.]
I need to know how to replant a small tree.
[That is the entire message. So social.]
At the wreck of the ship
[Laura has been spending a lot of time at the giant ruined ship and the surrounding forest, her curiosity about the wreck only outweighed by her desire to be out amongst the trees. She knew this would end soon, the fleet would move on and they'd wind up stuck in space for weeks, or on another dying world, or worse yet, some space station. More cramped hallways and recycled air.]
[The ship was a compromise, open to the jungle in enough places that she could poke around inside it without feeling like she was caged in. But she didn't really have anything specific she was looking for. When she came across something that might be useful, she'd pull it down or cut it out of the ship, and she had slowly amassed a pile of broken machinery near one of the holes into the hull.]
[Other times she can just be found sitting on the outside of the ship, high up as close to the top as her claws could get her, just...watching the forest. And the other people exploring the wreckage.]
On the Red Fish
[While they're on the planet, Laura is away much of the time. She's even sleeping out in the jungle, only coming back every few days to drop off things she might have found, or get a desperately needed shower and change of clothing. People can catch her coming back filthy or heading off clean.]
[Later on, she brings home a pumpkin. It winds up sitting in the hallway outside of her room, too big to comfortably bring in. But small enough to walk around. Mostly. Feel free to complain. Or try to eat her pumpkin. That will end well.]
Action: At the giant derelict ship/On the Red Fish
When: Throughout the month
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Audio
[There's a little delay and the barely audible sound of shuffling as Laura turns her comm on. Then, finally, a faint breath before she speaks.]
I need to know how to replant a small tree.
[That is the entire message. So social.]
At the wreck of the ship
[Laura has been spending a lot of time at the giant ruined ship and the surrounding forest, her curiosity about the wreck only outweighed by her desire to be out amongst the trees. She knew this would end soon, the fleet would move on and they'd wind up stuck in space for weeks, or on another dying world, or worse yet, some space station. More cramped hallways and recycled air.]
[The ship was a compromise, open to the jungle in enough places that she could poke around inside it without feeling like she was caged in. But she didn't really have anything specific she was looking for. When she came across something that might be useful, she'd pull it down or cut it out of the ship, and she had slowly amassed a pile of broken machinery near one of the holes into the hull.]
[Other times she can just be found sitting on the outside of the ship, high up as close to the top as her claws could get her, just...watching the forest. And the other people exploring the wreckage.]
On the Red Fish
[While they're on the planet, Laura is away much of the time. She's even sleeping out in the jungle, only coming back every few days to drop off things she might have found, or get a desperately needed shower and change of clothing. People can catch her coming back filthy or heading off clean.]
[Later on, she brings home a pumpkin. It winds up sitting in the hallway outside of her room, too big to comfortably bring in. But small enough to walk around. Mostly. Feel free to complain. Or try to eat her pumpkin. That will end well.]
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[Her arm shot out, elongating in the blink of an eye to give the other woman a very firm shove off the side of the ship.]
Oops.
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[Well, as much as the shattered hulk of a ruined ship could be called 'open air.' Her mind raced as she fell, and she managed to twist herself around, scanning the debris she was falling past. This wasn't the first time she'd been knocked off something ridiculously high before. She just needed to find something to grab...]
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A giant elastic step carried her to the edge so that she can watch Laura as she falls, her smirk even wider now. Flexing her hand a little, the fingers regrew, the severed digits melting into goo and oozing over to meld with her foot.]
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[For a moment she just hung there, and then she sucked in a breath and scrambled up onto the floor with a back twist, landing on her feet and standing slowly, rolling her shoulder until she felt it pop back into the socket. She flexed her fingers several times to make sure everything was working, then turned her gaze up towards the top of the ship, scanning for the fastest way to climb back up.]
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When Laura looks up Gemini gives her a little mocking wave before leaping into the air, her form shrinking into a crow, swooping by just out of reach, her voice ringing out along with a derisive caw.]
That was fun, see you around Clawgirl.