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Who: Paisley crew & visitors
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Action: Paisley!
When: Whenever!

It's been a while, so ship mingle for the Paisley!

Residents of the Paisley can potentially be affected by the glitches described here.

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[There's not much, honestly - a suitcase overflowing with colorful cloth, some plants, and of course Rhiannon, who lets out a friendly boop before zooming around the bridge looking for dust bunnies to devour.]

Whatever you want to do. [She beams.] I'm just happy to be here!

[In that case, he'll carefully reach for the suitcase's handle, carrying it as if it were no big deal.]

Hey, I'm happy you're here too. [He's almost bouncing off his toes!] The rest of the crew'll love you. I'm like, 90% sure of it.

[Misty lets him get the suitcase so she can grab one of the potted plants.]

I'm excited to meet them! Officially, anyway.

Me too. I mean, I'm sure they've seen you but it's another to actually be here and –

[He's getting ahead of himself and he knows it, so he'll amend:] Refresh my memory. Who do you know, besides me?

Just Kirito.

[And even him only barely, she realizes with some embarrassment.]

[He tilts his head thoughtfully.]

Well, we can fix that. Besides him, there's Theon, Freyja, and Tina. Let's see if we can't meet them at dinner, or maybe even earlier.

That sounds wonderful! And everyone can meet Rhiannon too!

Of course. The more, the merrier.

[He stops just before the hatches that lead towards everyone's rooms - ]

Okay, you make six, so you can pick whatever room you like. If there's extra stuff [since they're terrible about spring cleaning], I'll clear it out ASAP.

Any of them got a good window?

Hm... the one at the very end might.

[He leaves the suitcase where it is, motioning for her to follow him.]

Why don't we take a look?

Great! I mean, I know the view don't change that much when we're travellin' and all, but it helps to have something. I start feelin' a little cooped up in these things.

I can't blame you. We don't have much in the way of plants, either, but you're welcome to start a garden if you can find the space.

[Kirito's set up a couch and some kind of movie-watching device, and he's certain they would be alright with a small garden somewhere.]

Oh, that'd be wonderful! I'm gonna miss the hydroponics and the swamp Vision built.

I bet. And when you really miss those, you could always take a shuttle back.

[It's not as if Kitty and the others won't be happy to see her, after all.]

Yeah! Besides, I'll need to go anyway, to practice with Makie.

Exactly.

[He stops before the room at the very end, setting her stuff aside and holding the door open for her. As it isn't officially hers - or anyone's - he can still pass the threshold with no problem.

Like he promised, this one's got a decent window (and view) of the outside world.]

Oh!

[Misty dances across to the window and looks outside. Right now there's a beautiful view of the ring world below. She presses her forehead to the glass.]

It's perfect!

[He grins, leaning against the doorframe.]

Yeah? Should I go ahead and grab everything else?

Yeah!

[She turns back around, beaming at him.]

And we'll have to show Rhiannon where to go!

Of course.

[As he turns to grab her suitcase along with the various potted plants she'd brought, he adds - ] I've got something for you too, so um. Hang tight.

[She brightens even more - if that's possible - and nods eagerly.]

Okay!

[She will wait very patiently, wondering what it could be.]

[He returns in a few seconds with a framed canvas, pausing just before the threshold to her room. As it's been officially claimed, he can't enter.

Stefan laughs, tilting his head towards the invisible barrier:] Ms. Misty Day, may I be invited in?

Oh!

[Right! It's easy to forget that rule sometimes!]

Mr. Alesci, you can come right on in!

[Alesci...? He freezes at the sudden, overwhelming unfamiliarity of his name. It had been the name he used, when he first arrived, but he hasn't called himself Alesci in a long, long time. Would the threshold recognize him? Recognize that name as his?

Stefan draws in a heavy breath as he crosses. He shouldn't have freaked. He really shouldn't have. So he manages a smile as he holds out the canvas to her. It's a framed psalm, one he had hand copied from the Bible in the Iskaulit. It's also (purposefully) her favorite, written in his most ornate cursive.]

Here. So you always have a piece of God with you.

[Misty notes his odd hesitation, but she doesn't ask, distracted as she is by the gift. Psalm 23. Her favorite - probably unsurprisingly. She lightly traces the words with her finger: though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil.]

Thank you. It's beautiful!

[And of course, he's getting a big hug out of it.]

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