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. ]

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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. ]

[bryces_pup]

[Riona comes to a dead stop when she sees Eleven. Kiter, hackles previously raised, immediately relaxes. It takes his mistress a moment to collect her wits - it's not every day you find a strange girl hiding out in your cargo bay - before she smiles softly.]

I'm sorry, dear. We didn't mean to frighten you.

[She kneels so she's at eye level with the girl, though she keeps her distance, not wanting to frighten her further.]

Are you lost? Which ship are you assigned to?

[bellator]

[ some of the words she has never heard before; no one has ever called eleven 'dear' and while she knows what it might mean, she also finds it odd being called so. she knows what a smile mean, though. she eyes her. she shakes her head.

no, she isn't lost. she seems unsure what being assigned to a ship means. ]

[bryces_pup]

[Well, it's... an answer, if not much of one. She's not sure if that shake of the head is for both of her questions, or which one. Perhaps the girl is just too frightened to speak at the moment.]

Okay... [She tries a different tactic.] Are you hungry? We have food in our kitchen. I can make something for you. [Why the girl isn't just eating on her own ship, Riona can't fathom, but obviously there's something going on here that she's not aware of.] It'll beat huddling up in here, eating off the floor. [Which makes her wonder what the girl got into, but that's a problem for the morning. This will also be fun to explain to Sokka, but hey.]