ᴛʜᴇsᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ʜᴀʀᴅ ᴛɪᴍᴇs ғᴏʀ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀs ( ᴏᴘᴇɴ )

[bellator]

Who: Eleven + you, yes you
Broadcast: n/a
Action: upon the different ships. yes all of them + planet
When: until 8/23

( a; your ship, yes, YOUR ship )

[ it doesn't really matter where she finds herself at. a ship might get a happy tune and some pudding or cake but the girl slips away before she can be noticed by too many people.

she doesn't seem to understand the basic concepts of being assigned anywhere. eleven hides in a little alley and she cries for the better part of an hour, rocking herself back and forth, calming down a storm she feels brewing at the back of her mind.

she knows this. she knows the panic that comes with being alone but she also knows what to do.

so for the first part of her stay, she knows little to nothing about being assigned anywhere. she simply treats the entire fleet as a survival area of a sort. and so, if you hear an odd noise at night coming from your ship's cargo bay? it's not a ghost.

she's a sight, to be sure. shaved hair, a once-pretty pink dress that is now muddied and dirty. her nose is bleeding and - she's eating your food. whatever it is you have, it's on the floor. vegetables, fruit, space cereal covered in protein goo.

judging by the demin jacket resting on the floor, she's been sleeping there. upon seeing anyone, she'd startle and do whatever it is a lost twelve year old would do upon being caught stealing.

she runs. you better be quick if you want to catch up with her. ]

( b; planetside )

[ there are too many people and far too much noise.

eleven can be seen sitting on her own at different corners of the streets, eyeing things with a mix of fascination and suspicion. the amusement park, the shops, the weirdos.

she's used to being one, herself. she seems to look at the aliens as if they have something in common.

one might mistake her for a street-child with the way she looks and the way she acts, keeping to the shadows, observing everyone and everything.

approaching her would result in an attempt to slink away.

one thing is certain, the girl is scared.

she's not exactly friendly, either. ]

Comments

b;;

[reconstitution]

[ It's hard not to notice hyper-vigilance. To see when someone is surveying something and trying to blend in. The only difference is that it's not usually a child that's doing it. Bucky watches from a distance for a while before approaching, but when he does, it's cautious. Like approaching a wounded animal, but paying more attention to the crowds around them.

The voice he uses is quiet. ]

Strange, isn't it?

[bellator]

[ she was watching the ferris wheel, wondering what it is - tall, moving. but always in the same direction and ever so slow.

her gaze snaps to him and the metaphor of a wounded animal is probably accurate. her eyes move between him and the street behind him, trying to decide if she can run past him. there is nowhere to run behind her. the street is a dead end. eleven looks at him, breath quick and eyes wide.

she says nothing. ]

[reconstitution]

You don't need to be scared. No one is going to hurt you.

[ He stays where he is, raising his arms slightly in mock surrender. If she wants to run, he won't stop her, but something tells him that she won't. ]

Are you looking for someone?

a

[outstandingbalance]

[Welcome to Vanquish. A lot of people might not have noticed Eleven when she shows up, but Natasha isn't most people.

She'll let the girl go a while before she finally tracks her down, making contact hours after the girl is placed in the cargo bay.]

You know, if you were hungry, you could have told someone.

[bellator]

[ she has an open bag of what must be space cereal in her lap and peanut butter gel on her inner arm. she touches a finger to it, prepares to try it and then -

when she talks, the girl will scramble, moving to her feet, grabbing the bag and moving backwards. only eleven's back meets a heavy box and she looks back at it before she looks at her.

the initial reaction is always fear. ]

[outstandingbalance]

[That's telling, but not exactly surprising. Natasha doesn't try to move closer.

Instead, she crouches down on her heels. She doesn't trust the newcomer enough to sit down entirely, and she knows how dangerous even children can be, but she does make herself smaller, less threatening, giving up some advantage.]

Okay. You can stand there. I don't me. [She glances at the peanut butter gel, then back at the girl's face.] Is it good?

Tourist A. and whatnot

[edwinjarvis]

[He's just standing there in his red robe in utter confusion. Do not be alarmed by the sleep-weary man with one side of his bangs standing up. He frowns and isn't sure how to broach... you know. Introductions. Goodness, she's made a right mess of the kitchen; he'll have to rearrange and get the broom out and - well, that's not important right now. He clears his throat.]

Please, don't run, young lady — !

I'm more than happy to introduce you to the bistro.

[Well. He supposes sleep's overrated.]

Much more food than this kitchen, anyway.

[bellator]

[ eleven's interactions with what mike and dustin and lucas would call grown ups ( adults, parents, people one can never tell anything to ) are very limited. there were the bad men and the man who gave her food, who was -- nice. until he wasn't. until they hurt him.

she looks back at the hall. there's no one. it doesn't mean anything. they could come. they could come to take her away. ]

Lady?

[ she asks that, first. not a word she stumbled upon. ]

[edwinjarvis]

... L — yes. A young lady. Or a young miss. It's what one calls a girl.

[Oh, dear. Is she so far from the future they've ditched the word? It's certainly possible; language is always changing! Ah, he's usually hopeless with children. But usually more hopeless with the rambunctious sort, and she seems quite mellow.]

I can certainly call you by your name, if you'd like?

I'm Jarvis — a butler, more often than not. Do you know what that is?

A. Goldstone. Now for something completely different.

[throwsdown]

[Feel free to investigate the Goldstone thoroughly.

But before one can even get to the kitchen, she'll find... some sort of... round fuzzy creature sitting in there. He's got a ball in his hands and he's trying his best to gnaw through it, though he's clumsy as all get out. Do you dare approach this strange beast?]

[bellator]

[ eleven watches it for nearly fifteen minutes. there's open fascination there, especially as the thing doesn't approach her at all. he's too busy with - a ball. that's what it is. she remembers.

at a certain point, the ball slips away, rolling and hitting the soles of her feet. a moment passes and suddenly, the balls rolls back to it. eleven takes a seat, leaning her back against the wall. ]

A, Blue Fish

[bryces_pup]

[Sleep doesn't come easily these days. It's always come with its difficulties, but the last few months, it's upgraded to a constant challenge. Tonight, Riona's losing. Bleary-eyed, she exits her room to head for the kitchen, hoping some warm milk substitute will help. Her mabari, Kiter, trots after her, worried about his mistress not sleeping. But the dog pauses, turning away and sniffing at the floor. He smells something. Food. But what's it doing on the floor?

Riona keeps ambling towards the kitchen, not minding Kiter as he goes in the opposite direction, nose to the ground as he follows the smell.

The pup eventually nears the entrance of the cargo bay, where he hears someone chewing. He takes another sniff, and his hackles raise. It's someone's scent he doesn't recognize. He barks, not necessarily menacing, but meant to alert.

And it does. Riona abandons her trip to the kitchen when she hears Kiter barking. She strides quickly towards the cargo bay.]

Who's there?

[bellator]

[ what a scene she makes. a dirty little thing in a dirty pink dress and a shaved head, with a little pile of food at her feet, cowering against a small denim jacket. her makeshift bed, it appears.

for all her powers, the barks frighten her. she remembers a cat snarling her, she remembers not wanting to hurt it despite of it and the punishment that came. the room with no windows and no light.

she draws her knees back, breathing quickly. it's hard to know what scares her more, the woman or the creature. ]

A

[ginger_firebird]

[She isn't too hard to sense, but finding her on the Bishop is a whole other manner. He's been that little kid scrounging up supplies before, and knows good and well how important it is to survive.

So he kneels down, shows the palms of his hands, and keeps a fair distance.]

You can ask if it means that much to eat. I bought some of that proper food. [A pause.] Our captain might not be so forgiving, but I think there's something like nobility in her somewhere.

[bellator]

[ he has food. eleven looks at him with wide eyes, clearly both interested and suspicious. she knows the world too well. something that seems to good might be a trap but ( she thinks of mike ) it could also simply be that, something good.

she puts down the protein gel and inches closer, looks for that proper food he was talking about. ]

A. Late but forgive meeeeee

[pork_bowl]

<sub>[Well, it's hard to miss the noises. Yuri is an anxious guy so he of course, wants to figure out what's happening but he could have sworn he heard crying before... and weird shuffling noises he can't place...

So he is on alert while he tries to investigate this presence. He hopes it isn't another space parasite in the ship but he does have to work out and the treadmill is in the cargo hold. And wouldn't you know it if the source of the noise is in there too. He blinks at her in slight alarm for a second as he sizes the situation up. A stowaway, a child. A dirty hungry child... he eyed the messy protein goo on the floor.]</sub>

Oh, hello... how long have you been down here? How did you get-- nevermind. Do you want... something else to eat?

shh it's lovely

[bellator]

[ the girl doesn't seem hostile at all. eleven's instincts are never attack first, ask later. there's something in this anxiety that reminds her of dustin's frantic pacing and muttering. she looks at him, utterly quiet but evidently attentive, too. she loos at the gooey mess on the floor and then at him, again. he doesn't seem too angry about it all.

she doesn't dare to nod but her eyes go a little wider at his suggestion. the goo is nice. she would like something else. ]

B. And me too

[starless_sky]

<sub>[he's been out doing wedding shopping and planning on his own, getting his suit in order and such. He sees the girl and he could have sworn... he saw her scuttling around before. Didn't he? He was looking for whoever was eating his food stocks... he'd been buying real food and it was going places lately.

So here he was on the sidewalk staring at her from afar. His gut says this is a girl from the fleet but logically.... it shouldn't matter. She's a child who is alone and vulnerable and he remembers finding the hungry cat at home. He has to help. So he approaches her.]</sub>

Hey there... taking a little break?.... how come you're all alone?

_{[His voice is softer than normal for him, more gentle than his normally anti-social self.]}

[bellator]

[ her instincts instruct her to take a few steps back. alarmed at being talked to, at being noticed. she would have preferred to stay invisible. not many have cared for the dirty, lonely child. oddly, eleven was alright with it.

she doesn't say anything but she does look around, affirms that she is indeed alone, that there aren't others. without words, she seems to say, it's just me, i'm not dangerous, almost as if she fears him.

she does indeed fear him. ]

a; Vanquish

[scanninggaydis]

[He doesn't notice the girl. He notices the pudding, though. Weird. But then again, maybe their new crewmember isn't the social kind. Felix can definitely get that. He doesn't give it a ton of thought. It's not a huge ship, he'll likely run into whoever it is eventually.

A night or two later, Felix ends up heading toward the cargo bay at a strange, late hour. Or an early hour, depending on how you look at it. He can't sleep, he gets up ridiculously early anyway. He may as well exercise now and get it out of the way for the morning.

It's not too hard to hear him coming, honestly. He doesn't walk lightly, and his footsteps are just slightly uneven.

Rounding the corner into the cargo hold, Felix catches one small glimpse of Eleven before she takes off running.

He doesn't....actually give chase because please don't make him run, he's not made for running. But he'll call after her, at least. Maybe take a few steps in the direction she's heading. Because he's good about putting two and two together quickly.]

Woah, hey! You don't have to run.

[bellator]

[ so perhaps she has been living as a bit of a stowaway on the very ship she's been assigned to. mostly since she doesn't yet understand the concept of being a part of a crew. she knows where she belongs. in a little warm corner of mike's basement. she has been trying to re-create it here but to no avail.

she doesn't have enough blankets, for one.

she pauses, hidden behind one of the larger box. she peers at him, half suspicious, half curious. ]

a. goldstone - late orz

[ahappylie]

[Where there are kids, there are crumbs; and if there's one thing pigs are good at, it's finding and snuffling up every last crumb available. There are quite a few animals on the Goldstone and Eleven is about to run into another one - the small pink piglet named Saizou.

He follows the smell of food and rounds a box to come upon her hiding place as she's stuffing her face. At first the piglet jumps in surprise and then he flops onto his back haunches and waits. Will she share with him?]

Buki?

[bellator]

[ she startles but only for a moment. when that passes, eleven is mostly curious. she had never seen a piglet or a pig, never mind one that can talk. she doesn't come near it but she does tilt her head at it.

curious. ]

Buki?

[ it seems that all she can do is echo this one word, even if it's meaningless to her. ]

a ; first breath

[supertardiness]

[Barry is not normally one to begrudge anyone their ability to eat - he, clearly, cannot talk - but he is surprised that her arrival on the ship didn't have a little more fanfare. Usually there are balloons.

Still, Barry tries to be friendly with all new crew members, including little kids, so when he spots Eleven making herself at home, he makes his way over to say hi.]

Hey there. You just get here?

[bellator]

[ he startles her.

eleven drops the little box of protein bars and inches backwards, clutching her jacket tightly in her fists. she's not a hostile child, far from it. she seems as scared of him as some would be of her, a little stowaway with dirty clothes and a shaved head.

she looks to the sides, as if expecting someone else to answer the question for her. ]