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driftfleet2017-09-03 01:41 pm
brothersboots) wrote in driftfleet2017-09-03 01:41 pm
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[Action] Complaint #3, Referendum A1
Who: Edna and others
Broadcast: No
Action: The Blameless and the Iskaulit
When: 9/3-9/7
The Blameless, 9/3
[After so many months on the ship with her brother and the humans that seemed to come and go as they pleased, Edna's gotten used to people who can see her. She knows that she still doesn't show up well on the communicators because they just don't have any resonance, but that doesn't matter to her one bit. It's much more interesting to be the disembodied voice over the little machines in her opinion.
Since Calibrations, the fact that she's so far from Rayfalke after spending nearly her entire life on the mountainside has left her feeling listless. The last system didn't help with its distinct lack of anything truly natural on the planet's surface. Jobs on the farms with Sorey helped, but she's just not that easily satisfied. She never has been, if you ask Eizen or Zaveid.
Her slow-building irritation isn't helped by the disruption being put off by the newer system they approach. If anything, it's worsened. And where she would normally walk around silently, moving between her room with her small collection of things from her friends and the Atroma, the personnel office that makes up her "duties",and the ship's kitchen. As the days drag on, her footsteps grow heavier, shaking the ship's floor for yards around her.]
Move. You're in the way. [Manners are overrated. Sorry, shipmates.]
The Iskaulit, 9/4
[She can't stand the ships and the confinement and the lack of fresh air. And so she's taken a shuttle to the Iskaulit to find an area to stretch her legs. She'd offered to help that Hawke woman with her strange sage-like herb, but she hasn't started yet with the irritation in the air as of late.
She stops when she reaches an area that's open and bare. It's big enough for her to let out all of her frustration on. Honestly, it's perfect. She removes her communicator from the pouch she's taken to carrying and sends out two identical texts to Mikleo and Eizen. "I'm on the Iskaulit. Come to the big open area on the other side of the ship from Malum." Then she prepares to wait.]
The Iskaulit, 9/7
[Anyone visiting the large ship over the last three days will not have missed all of the noise coming from this previously abandoned area and should they arrive, they'll find the small Earth Seraph staring at the scene of chaos with a sort of half-pleased smile on her face.
Until she's interrupted by someone she doesn't immediately know.]
Do you need help with something?
Broadcast: No
Action: The Blameless and the Iskaulit
When: 9/3-9/7
The Blameless, 9/3
[After so many months on the ship with her brother and the humans that seemed to come and go as they pleased, Edna's gotten used to people who can see her. She knows that she still doesn't show up well on the communicators because they just don't have any resonance, but that doesn't matter to her one bit. It's much more interesting to be the disembodied voice over the little machines in her opinion.
Since Calibrations, the fact that she's so far from Rayfalke after spending nearly her entire life on the mountainside has left her feeling listless. The last system didn't help with its distinct lack of anything truly natural on the planet's surface. Jobs on the farms with Sorey helped, but she's just not that easily satisfied. She never has been, if you ask Eizen or Zaveid.
Her slow-building irritation isn't helped by the disruption being put off by the newer system they approach. If anything, it's worsened. And where she would normally walk around silently, moving between her room with her small collection of things from her friends and the Atroma, the personnel office that makes up her "duties",and the ship's kitchen. As the days drag on, her footsteps grow heavier, shaking the ship's floor for yards around her.]
Move. You're in the way. [Manners are overrated. Sorry, shipmates.]
The Iskaulit, 9/4
[She can't stand the ships and the confinement and the lack of fresh air. And so she's taken a shuttle to the Iskaulit to find an area to stretch her legs. She'd offered to help that Hawke woman with her strange sage-like herb, but she hasn't started yet with the irritation in the air as of late.
She stops when she reaches an area that's open and bare. It's big enough for her to let out all of her frustration on. Honestly, it's perfect. She removes her communicator from the pouch she's taken to carrying and sends out two identical texts to Mikleo and Eizen. "I'm on the Iskaulit. Come to the big open area on the other side of the ship from Malum." Then she prepares to wait.]
The Iskaulit, 9/7
[Anyone visiting the large ship over the last three days will not have missed all of the noise coming from this previously abandoned area and should they arrive, they'll find the small Earth Seraph staring at the scene of chaos with a sort of half-pleased smile on her face.
Until she's interrupted by someone she doesn't immediately know.]
Do you need help with something?
no subject
You'll have to at least do polite with the rest of your crew.
no subject
Politeness is something he failed.
But she also knows that being rude and irritable has gotten bad results before and she hates apologizing more than she hates anything else.
She looks up at him and thinks about what the nerds would do. Or, better yet, Alisha.]
Move. Please.
[Congratulations. That's the first time she's said that word in centuries.]
no subject
Is there any problem? The ship has been feeling your stomping, too.
no subject
Edna moves around the annoying captain and goes over to get a glass of water. While waiting for it to fill, she runs a gloved hand over her skin and winces. It's almost as bad as when she uses Giant's Strength.]
Can't you hear the planet? It's like nails on a chalkboard. All the time.
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[He watches her closely, waiting to see if the stomp would return. He would've thought it was obvious he isn't singing planet sensitive - otherwise he would've been able to see her since the beginning, right?]
I understand it must be bothersome or even painful for you, but you mustn't take it out on the ship.
no subject
[Yeah, she's not going to pull her punches now.]
The ship can withstand me moving around this way. It puts up with Eizen's stupidity just fine.
[But she has stopped stomping anyway. The humans need to breathe, after all.]
no subject
The ship can withstand damage and people can stand insults, that doesn't mean you have to provide them. You like it or not, we're a crew now. We must cohabit. I'm sorry you're a pain and we'll give you space if you need it, but I won't tolerate this attitude.
no subject
No, I don't have to provide either.
[And she leaves it at that. In fact, ignores him while drinking her water and acts as if he doesn't exist.]
I don't care what you will or won't tolerate. That's your problem, not mine.
[Oh, and look at her now leaving the kitchen.]