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driftfleet2017-08-11 05:13 pm
bellator) wrote in driftfleet2017-08-11 05:13 pm
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ᴛʜᴇsᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ʜᴀʀᴅ ᴛɪᴍᴇs ғᴏʀ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀs ( ᴏᴘᴇɴ )
Who: Eleven + you, yes you
Broadcast: n/a
Action: upon the different ships. yes all of them + planet
When: until 8/23
[ 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. ]
[ 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. ]
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. ]
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Yep! A crew is people who are on the same ship. They take care of each other.
If they don't, they're not a very good crew.
[Hoi Hoi is totally ignoring them in favor of his ball, beeteedubz.]
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[ she repeats. she thinks of mike and dustin and shakes her head. the very gesture is both serious and very solemn. ]
No crew, not here.
[ evidently they were her crew. Lucas too, before she hurt him. before he hurt mike. ]
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Oh, so you got a crew at home. I did, too... kinda!
But people here'd like to be your crew, if you don't wanna be alone. I like new friends!
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[ she looks at him, eyes wide. it was one of her favorite concepts to learn. it's a rather new one but eleven found out she likes having friends. friends, she has learned, are important. friends don't lie, they tell secrets, they're there for another. ]
not alone.
[ that is one of the things that scare her most. the dark room. all by herself. ]
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I was alone once. I like having friends and people, now, though.
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[ she nods, all too serious. that concept she certainly understands. being alone is the worst thing. from the way she looks at him, it's clear - she's been alone, too. no part of her enjoyed it. ]
Friend?
[ she asks, pointing at the bear. ]
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Yeah, that's Hoi Hoi! He's a lot smaller than I'm used to; he's usually way bigger! Big enough to sit on his back! [He throws out his arms, to demonstrate Hoi Hoi's wingspan.] I've known him for a real long time. Like, over half my whole life!
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[ she has to smile around the name. it sounds funny and the creature itself certainly is. it doesn't make sense, however. if it was big then. ]
why isn't he big?
[ it might be the longest sentence she had uttered ever since her arrival to the fleet. ]
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[He reaches over and the bear wobbles over, reaching back.
He cradles him a bit in his lap.]
I think they brought him here and realized he was gonna take up too much room.
So they made him tinier! It's good they don't do that to us too, though, huh?