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driftfleet2017-08-19 09:57 am
stealy) wrote in driftfleet2017-08-19 09:57 am
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001 | the welcome wagon job
Who: Parker and you!
Broadcast: nope!
Action: all over the place
When: from now untilforever drift week
Bishop
[ she barely skimmed the surface of the first ship that held her - and not for lack of trying, which is simultaneously frustrating and exhilarating (she chooses to focus on the latter) - when poof, like magic she's standing somewhere else.
magic's not real though. right? is it? is it?
if hardison can find her here, he really is the best, and he really did look hard. she's not counting on it.
she's at the ready the second her feet touch down on the bridge. she's unarmed - to her chagrin - but it's okay. she may not be a hitter, but she doesn't need a weapon to be dangerous. the confetti confuses but doesn't faze her. if there happens to be a person there, on the other hand, and they get too close, they'll find themselves pushed against the wall with surprising strength, forearm digging into their neck ]
How'd you do that?
[ whos and whys are so overrated, really.
if no one is there when she arrives, however, she'll be eating that chocolatey dessert (you snooze you lose!) and making her way through the ship, mapping it in her mind, feet not making a sound on the floor. when she hears people approach, she'll try to hide - did the ceiling always have a blond woman clinging to it? ]
A ship! Any ship!
[ like she's going to just stay where they want her! there's a situation. that situation must be dealt with. the first thing she needs is a safe house, and she's going to be looking for one in every single ship (ideally, she'd like to have one on each). don't mind the stranger silently creeping on your ship, listening to walls, touching panels, trying to find a space to crawl into, and retreating into what cover there is at every approach. happens every day, right?
oh, and if you got something especially valuable lying around, sorry, she's pocketing it. look, she doesn't know you earn money just by existing here, okay, and she's not willing to count on it either, if she's been informed by now. a girl has got to eat! ]
Planetside
[ parker doesn't stay put for long. she takes the shuttle on as fast a ride as it can handle and eventually ends up touching down on kayann. wandering around, she helps herself to essentials everywhere she goes; a snack here, a taser there, ooh cool a skydiver kit! her hands grab things so quickly and smoothly no one seems to know where they've gone - or, in most cases, notice it until she's far away. you have to be looking right at her hands or know what you're looking for to understand what happened and she's already on her way. best be quick!
she perches on a private spot, high above the city, to eat some of her loot (if people don't pick up their meal order promptly, how is that her fault? gosh! it's not like she poisoned it and left it for them to consume!).
there's a reality and it must be dealt with. she needs to get to know the place she's ended up in; survival first, exit strategy second. that sure is a pretty blond woman you can see climbing the side of the building, or you've run into in an air duct, or, alternatively, you've found puzzling over which plant to buy. yes, buy. food, clothes, equipment, a weapon - they're survival necessities, they tramp morals. but a luxury, even one she doesn't fully understand (nor does she grasp why the store beckoned to her so, why she feels the need to get a plant when there's not a leverage consolidated and associates office to put it in, when she has no desire to stay here in this place she didn't choose to go to - those days were meant to have ended a long time ago! but she's not overthinking it. it did, so she went in.), that, she's learned she should pay for or leave behind. unless, of course, it's owned by a bad guy. she peeks at the guy behind the register. he does look a little shifty, doesn't he? ]
Broadcast: nope!
Action: all over the place
When: from now until
Bishop
[ she barely skimmed the surface of the first ship that held her - and not for lack of trying, which is simultaneously frustrating and exhilarating (she chooses to focus on the latter) - when poof, like magic she's standing somewhere else.
magic's not real though. right? is it? is it?
if hardison can find her here, he really is the best, and he really did look hard. she's not counting on it.
she's at the ready the second her feet touch down on the bridge. she's unarmed - to her chagrin - but it's okay. she may not be a hitter, but she doesn't need a weapon to be dangerous. the confetti confuses but doesn't faze her. if there happens to be a person there, on the other hand, and they get too close, they'll find themselves pushed against the wall with surprising strength, forearm digging into their neck ]
How'd you do that?
[ whos and whys are so overrated, really.
if no one is there when she arrives, however, she'll be eating that chocolatey dessert (you snooze you lose!) and making her way through the ship, mapping it in her mind, feet not making a sound on the floor. when she hears people approach, she'll try to hide - did the ceiling always have a blond woman clinging to it? ]
A ship! Any ship!
[ like she's going to just stay where they want her! there's a situation. that situation must be dealt with. the first thing she needs is a safe house, and she's going to be looking for one in every single ship (ideally, she'd like to have one on each). don't mind the stranger silently creeping on your ship, listening to walls, touching panels, trying to find a space to crawl into, and retreating into what cover there is at every approach. happens every day, right?
oh, and if you got something especially valuable lying around, sorry, she's pocketing it. look, she doesn't know you earn money just by existing here, okay, and she's not willing to count on it either, if she's been informed by now. a girl has got to eat! ]
Planetside
[ parker doesn't stay put for long. she takes the shuttle on as fast a ride as it can handle and eventually ends up touching down on kayann. wandering around, she helps herself to essentials everywhere she goes; a snack here, a taser there, ooh cool a skydiver kit! her hands grab things so quickly and smoothly no one seems to know where they've gone - or, in most cases, notice it until she's far away. you have to be looking right at her hands or know what you're looking for to understand what happened and she's already on her way. best be quick!
she perches on a private spot, high above the city, to eat some of her loot (if people don't pick up their meal order promptly, how is that her fault? gosh! it's not like she poisoned it and left it for them to consume!).
there's a reality and it must be dealt with. she needs to get to know the place she's ended up in; survival first, exit strategy second. that sure is a pretty blond woman you can see climbing the side of the building, or you've run into in an air duct, or, alternatively, you've found puzzling over which plant to buy. yes, buy. food, clothes, equipment, a weapon - they're survival necessities, they tramp morals. but a luxury, even one she doesn't fully understand (nor does she grasp why the store beckoned to her so, why she feels the need to get a plant when there's not a leverage consolidated and associates office to put it in, when she has no desire to stay here in this place she didn't choose to go to - those days were meant to have ended a long time ago! but she's not overthinking it. it did, so she went in.), that, she's learned she should pay for or leave behind. unless, of course, it's owned by a bad guy. she peeks at the guy behind the register. he does look a little shifty, doesn't he? ]
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one thing she doesn't count on? is the goddamn confetti. a small pink piece of paper becomes dislodged from her hair, and peacefully floats its way down to land atop the stranger's nose as he enters the room. adrenaline pumping through her system, parker prepares to pounce and fight her way out. ]
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Want you to make me feel
Like I'm the only girl in the world
Like I'm the only one that you'll ever love...mm hmmm hmmmm...
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she watches the way he moves. there are weak spots. she could probably take this guy if she has to, yeah. maybe try another way first? there's something about this guy that doesn't exactly scream evil mastermind. she swallows her snack and jumps down, moving fast to occupy the space in front of the doorway (she's got one ear out making sure no one sneaks up on her from there, the other is focused on the stranger with the really fascinating hair. how would touching it feel? is it soft, is it hard? she has to know!) ]
What are you doing? [ because clearly he's the one being weird here. coming in all ignoring ceiling confetti and singing in a kitchen on a spaceship, like it's normal. ]
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A lady. A lovely lady with shining blond locks and a terrifying way of sneaking up on a man.]
NOTHING. I didn't do it! Or I didn't MEAN to do it. Fitzie did it! [Fitz has been gone for months.] If I DID do it, I apologize. Don't tell Looma. Just...just getting some coffee! You want some?!?
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well, that's a guilty reaction if she's ever seen one. but as long as the guilt isn't of kidnapping her (or hurting people, she cares about those now, yeah, it can take a while to remember sometimes) she doesn't really care. a criminal, even a lousy one, is better company for her than a civilian. ]
Whats a Looma? [ maybe most people would focus on what it is he did wrong and is trying to hide but parker is more interested in the person he's trying to hide it from. ] Is it a puma? [ what, people give animals names that rhyme, she learned it from television so you know it's true! why wouldn't there be a puma on a spaceship?
she perks up at the offer of coffee. ]
Lot's of sugar. [ she nods. she doesn't come closer to avoid allowing him to get his hands on her, but she does intend to watch him intently. he better not try to poison her! ]
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Jack relaxes a bit when he realizes what she is. New girl. And she rhymes things. Excellent. Though with the recent Floot Loops incident, he's not sure he has the stomach for more rhyming. Or anything, really. He may never eat again.]
Looma's our captain here on the Bishop. [He turns and fixes two cups of coffee, dumping plenty of sugar in hers. His is black, like his heart. There's more confetti caught in Jack's hair. Some of it glitters.] She's made of arms and anger. Hates Jenga. Wants to toss me in the brig, mostly. Luckily?
[He spins with a bright smile and presents her with her cup.]
We don't have a brig. Jack Sparrow, at your service. Captain. Captain Jack Sparrow.
I didn't even notice, so probably the same thing's wrong with me <3
parker watches him intently until the cup is handed to her. she snatches it up in one quick motion, making no physical contact with the stranger. ]
Why do you talk funny? Are you doing a character? [ the last part is spoken in more of a whisper. if he's a grifter she doesn't want to necessarily blow his cover with everyone else, there's some professional courtesy in the business! ] Isn't Looma the captain? [ is captain a space name? or is this some sort of weird space commune where everyone's a captain?
she doesn't sip her coffee, not until she'll see him taste his, but she's eager for it. ]
;;
[He takes a sip of the coffee, gingerly. His mouth still hurts from the Loops. Loop-burn. It's a thing you can get if you have your way with too many Floot Loops at once.]
Looma's captain of the Bishop. Me, I'm captain of the Black Pearl what is a MUCH more better ship forever and ever. Amen.
[It's sort of a coffee-grace.]
What do they call you, then?
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[ she frowns at him, she could argue it all day, quite easily. she finally takes a sip of her coffee and it's caffeine and sugar and sweet wonderful fuel! ]
It's a way better name, I'll give you that. Black Pearls are a 20 mil business, bishops only cost money. [ and she does not enjoy spending, no siree. ] Where is it?
[ can it get her home? that's the only criteria that would really qualify it as superior in her eyes.
she hesitates at the question. she should have seen it coming from a mile away but she's not great with people, and there's no voice in her ear guiding her through. she picks the identity she's most familiar with, but master grifter she ain't. ]
Alice White.
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[Brown eyes study her over the rim of his mug as he imbibes more coffee. Then:]
She's home. Not here. Bein' looked after by my first mate, I hope -- far from open water. Open water's very, very dangerous.
[There's a kraken chasing him.]
Where are you from, if I might be so bold?
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Depends on how fast it can go.
[ her concern is usually with getting caught, not with what nature has to throw at her.
well, she went with the alice white alias. she still has the id in her pocket, so she doesn't have to riff on that question; that makes it a little easier. ]
Los Angeles. [ and because sophie keeps telling her she has to take an interest in other people in order to get anything from them, she adds after a pause - ] You? How did you get here? [ did she just happen upon the biggest conspiracy of her career? oh, this could've been one hell of a fun job, if she could call the team back together. ]
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Oh, sweet Alice -- my Pearl? How fast? Love, she's the fastest. AGAINST the wind, I might add! She's taken me through the fiercest hurricanes, riding fast in their teeth. And they're not going to take her. He's not going to have her. She's mine, savvy? And I'm hers.
Very fast. Wish I could show you now. So fast.
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You got to ride hurricanes? [ parker, that's not the sort of thing most people aspire to, you know - ] I almost got to once, but the stupid captain turned it around. [ some people just don't know how to have fun! well, she can't be too cross with him for protecting the millions of dollars worth of cargo she sampled from later, but still. ] What wind speed are we talking here?
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[He is starting to like you quite a bit, Alice. You think the right way.]
Roaring speeds! Majestic speeds!
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The faster the better, how do people not know that?
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[He offers her a jar of something that might be similar to peanuts, except they're from outer space and they have legs. They're not moving, though.]
Bought 'em on Kayann.
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she frowns and looks closer at the peanuts. ]
That doesn't look like peanuts to me. [ she looks back up at him. ] You eat it first.
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...Tastes like chicken.
[How unsettling.]
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I like chicken.
[ dipping her hand into the jar, grabbing a handful, and throwing them into her mouth. not squeamish, that's for sure. ]
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Also good God his cheeks are bulging. Don't choke, Jack.]
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besides, they don't taste too bad. could use some ketchup.
she definitely doesn't choke, though. she has far too much familiarity with her body's limits to allow that to happen. ]
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And then Jack notices there is only one peanut-thing left in the jar. He goes for it, like only a pirate can. Can she out-grab him?]
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until it's in her mouth.
crunch. ]
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