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driftfleet2017-04-23 02:33 pm
therewerefifty) wrote in driftfleet2017-04-23 02:33 pm
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It's One of Those Weeks
Who: Makie and you
Broadcast: Nope
Action: Planetside / Iskaulit / Twin Roses
When: 16 April - early May, most likely.
A - Business as Usual
[Makie finds this new, skyless world daunting, but given it's not underwater like the last one, she'll take it. She can be found plying her shamisen music in the crowds and taverns, sometimes on her own but often with company, though she's more likely to move swiftly to avoid crowds afterward than stay and talk to them, so you might find her lurking just inside a small cafe or down an alleyway taking a breather. She makes a nominal search for saplings or seeds which might work well for a memorial tree, but she doesn't really have the gardening experience to know which of these will flourish on the Iskaulit. Their care system is entirely different, after all.
As the week wears on, she becomes more relaxed and lets herself enjoy this place a little more. Misty is popular, and that's partly Makie's teaching, and that means she's passed on something worthwhile... and it's a good feeling all round. Later in the week she forgoes wearing her kimono entirely, indulging in the peasant dresses she picked up so many planets ago, and spends more times just basking in the musical environment down here. Even being vaguely sociable.
Blink and you'll miss it.]
B - Another Perspective
[On 23 April, Makie takes a shortcut between two buildings and promptly disappears. But a small child shuffles out soon afterward, trying very hard not to trip over the hem of an overlong and unfamiliar dress, shamisen still wrapped carefully in both arms and hugged to her chest. It's the only familiar thing here and it looks expensive, so she clings to it like a lifeline and blinks owlishly around the strange world she finds herself in.
There's no sky. The lights and the crowds are the conflicting sounds are overwhelming, and she soon retreats, clinging close to walls like a ghost until she finds a place to hide. If the last year has taught her anything, it's how not to get noticed in a dirty street, but the shamisen and the tent of a dress she's wearing do kind of tend to stand out.
There's no sky. And she remembers a field, and an angry old man, and what happened after, and she's not hurt now, but this place is a miserable cacophony of alien impressions... She shouldn't eat the food here, just in case it means she can't ever go home. She remembers that part. (Though honestly, would it really matter? There's nothing really to go back to--)
If you run into her here, she will eventually leave again.]
C - And Then There Were Assholes
[By the time she's singled out as an easy pickup by a handful of drunken traffickers, Makie is too tired and hungry and miserable to put up a fight. This is what happens to outcasts, anyway. She just doesn't care, as long as they don't take the shamisen from her, and so she stumbles along behind one as he pulls her along by the wrist roughly, joking with his friends, heading for their ship.
"Gorgeous skin, right? So pale--"
"And that hair--"
"She'll make a fortune, sell her to the right place--"
Oh. The more things change... she's not stupid. But she just follows, eyes dark. Frankly at this point, she doesn't give a damn. It's not like anything different would have happened at home.
...so intervention would be welcome.]
D - Catch-all
[For any time after the events of the 23rd. One can assume she's exploring, and probably pretty taken with the fox park and all the sneaky quiet places she can poke her nose into on the Iskaulit. She'll be very polite and try not to get in your way. I can roll with whatever!]
Broadcast: Nope
Action: Planetside / Iskaulit / Twin Roses
When: 16 April - early May, most likely.
A - Business as Usual
[Makie finds this new, skyless world daunting, but given it's not underwater like the last one, she'll take it. She can be found plying her shamisen music in the crowds and taverns, sometimes on her own but often with company, though she's more likely to move swiftly to avoid crowds afterward than stay and talk to them, so you might find her lurking just inside a small cafe or down an alleyway taking a breather. She makes a nominal search for saplings or seeds which might work well for a memorial tree, but she doesn't really have the gardening experience to know which of these will flourish on the Iskaulit. Their care system is entirely different, after all.
As the week wears on, she becomes more relaxed and lets herself enjoy this place a little more. Misty is popular, and that's partly Makie's teaching, and that means she's passed on something worthwhile... and it's a good feeling all round. Later in the week she forgoes wearing her kimono entirely, indulging in the peasant dresses she picked up so many planets ago, and spends more times just basking in the musical environment down here. Even being vaguely sociable.
Blink and you'll miss it.]
B - Another Perspective
[On 23 April, Makie takes a shortcut between two buildings and promptly disappears. But a small child shuffles out soon afterward, trying very hard not to trip over the hem of an overlong and unfamiliar dress, shamisen still wrapped carefully in both arms and hugged to her chest. It's the only familiar thing here and it looks expensive, so she clings to it like a lifeline and blinks owlishly around the strange world she finds herself in.
There's no sky. The lights and the crowds are the conflicting sounds are overwhelming, and she soon retreats, clinging close to walls like a ghost until she finds a place to hide. If the last year has taught her anything, it's how not to get noticed in a dirty street, but the shamisen and the tent of a dress she's wearing do kind of tend to stand out.
There's no sky. And she remembers a field, and an angry old man, and what happened after, and she's not hurt now, but this place is a miserable cacophony of alien impressions... She shouldn't eat the food here, just in case it means she can't ever go home. She remembers that part. (Though honestly, would it really matter? There's nothing really to go back to--)
If you run into her here, she will eventually leave again.]
C - And Then There Were Assholes
[By the time she's singled out as an easy pickup by a handful of drunken traffickers, Makie is too tired and hungry and miserable to put up a fight. This is what happens to outcasts, anyway. She just doesn't care, as long as they don't take the shamisen from her, and so she stumbles along behind one as he pulls her along by the wrist roughly, joking with his friends, heading for their ship.
"Gorgeous skin, right? So pale--"
"And that hair--"
"She'll make a fortune, sell her to the right place--"
Oh. The more things change... she's not stupid. But she just follows, eyes dark. Frankly at this point, she doesn't give a damn. It's not like anything different would have happened at home.
...so intervention would be welcome.]
D - Catch-all
[For any time after the events of the 23rd. One can assume she's exploring, and probably pretty taken with the fox park and all the sneaky quiet places she can poke her nose into on the Iskaulit. She'll be very polite and try not to get in your way. I can roll with whatever!]
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(Makie stares wide-eyed at the men up the wall. Lady, what did you just do.)
After a moment, the leader holds up a hand, fingers splayed, just... "Whoa, relax, lady. We give you the kid, what'll you do then?""
Negotation is key, right? He doesn't seem afraid, more curious, and he's still sizing Misty up like a piece of meat. But, you know. The less mess caused here, the better.]
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[His gun flies out of its holster and lands on the ground at her feet, where she promptly stomps on it.]
But this ain't a negotiation.
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"Fine, take her." One small child isn't worth it, no matter how pretty the skin. The guy holding Makie's wrist looks like he's about to protest, but after a shared look, he exhales loudly and lets go her wrist, waving away. Go on. Get.]
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Makie, honey, I know you probably don't remember me, but I'm your friend and I promise I'll take good care of you okay? You don't have to be scared none.
[She keeps the two men pinned to the side of the building until Makie has safely reached her. Once she does, Misty none-too-gently lowers the men to the ground. Mind you they can still walk - or preferably, run - but she wants to keep them a little scared. She glares at the group.]
Now get out of here, all of you!
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And once Misty lowers the two men-- well, don't have to tell them twice. After staggering, and one outright falling, they both get up and join their friends, who take off soon after, the leader throwing one last glance back.
Makie just peers up at Misty and tries to work out why the lady with the weird wavy hair knows her name.]
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Let me get a look at you. Did they hurt you any?
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But more important things.] How d'you know my name?
[She isn't sure if that's a good thing or not.]
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[She nods at Makie's kimono.]
That's why your clothes are too big, 'cause you're supposed to be older.
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...are we dead?
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I don't think so, but can't say for sure. All I know is it's better than the place I left.
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What sort of place did you leave?
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Well, people were always fighting and trying to hurt each other and I didn't have hardly any friends, and no family to speak of, but here I got friends like you and lots of other people in the fleet. That's where you belong, with us, not down here.
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I belong somewhere...? [She's vaguely skeptical of this idea, but one can't help but hope. Everyone has their place after death, right? She doesn't get how Misty could already know her, but...
Doesn't matter. It's probably better than here.]
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[She grins.]
Though maybe you wanna stop somewhere and get yourself some clothes that fit.
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I keep tripping.
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[She thinks for a moment.]
I don't reckon we can find kimonos like you're used to but I think we can at least find you a nice dress.