driftfleet | It's One of Those Weeks

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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!]

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[Vash hadn't missed the small child that was now a member, or well, always was a member of his crew. Just a little shorter now.

Back home if he had spotted a kid sitting quietly and alone somewhere he would have approached and started right into trying to get them to play a game. The kids of Gunsmoke were anything but fragile.

Makie, he's guessing, even as a kid would probably prefer things a bit more slow. Which is why a slow moving ball he had "accidentally" kicked a bit too hard will come to a gentle stop next to her. Lightly tapping against her foot as it comes to a rest.

Vash is just a little further away chasing after his wayward ball. Slowing to a stop he waves at the kid with a big smile.]

Oh, hey there, Makie! Could you kick that back to me?

[Misty frequents the unsavory places on these asteroids perhaps more than she should - the music is just too inviting. For the most part, she minds her own business but when she overhears what are clearly a pack of slaver types, she can't stand by. Especially once she sees they have a child with them and -

That shamisen! She'd recognize it anywhere as Makie's. Could it be...? She's heard of people deaging in the fleet, though no one she's close to has yet. Though, in the end it doesn't matter much if this girl is Makie or not: Misty's going to help her.

She steps out of the shadow and blocks their path a few feet ahead. For the moment, all she does is stare - a penetrating, disconcerting stare, the kind that burrows into your bones.]

[Sam recognizes her instantly, of course.

Oh, man. At it again, huh, Atroma? Though he supposes they've been better to him than the Animus. That's not saying too much, but he'll take what he can get. He runs into her just as he's coming to The Space Bar — and as he opens the sliding door, he offers a little sympathetic smile.]

Makie?

[Hi I know your name.]

... Don't suppose you remember me?

[Or my poor dog that you totally hurt. Remember that?]

I think that child does not look like she wishes to go with you.

[ The voice is soft as velvet, dark and silkly threatening, as Maglor slips from the shadows, grey eyes silver-lit and something unearthly subtly dangerous about him ]

[He doesn't normally frequent these places, but he'd been sent here on an errand to earn a little cash to help with the forge. He's only just finished his delivery and begun his journey back when he hears the snippets of conversation and rough laughter float toward him from an alleyway

"Gorgeous skin, right? So pale--"

It's not his problem though. There is a lot of unsavory business going on down--

"She'll make a fortune, sell her--"

He stops dead in his tracks and tells Saizou to wait behind some barrels. He knows the piglet will listen, not wanting to get stolen away for food, and he takes off down the alley, sliding to a stop at the corner to peek around.

A young woman - girl? - between a group of older men, leading her toward a ship at the end of the street. There's enough of them to cause trouble, but--

A shamisen?

Without a second thought, he slips up behind the last man in the line and grabs him from behind, pressing his hand over his mouth as the knife he keeps on delivery missions comes up to his throat. He hisses, "Move and you die" into the man's ear and then calls out cheerfully to the rest of the group.]

Excuse me~! I think you've taken someone that doesn't belong to you, and so have I.

[He presses the knife closer to the man's throat as he struggles, a bright red bead of blood forming where the point meets skin.]

Would you like to trade?

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D - A bit later so they have at least seen each other, but don't know each other well?

C!

D. wassup kid

C