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driftfleet2017-09-25 08:45 pm
ginger_firebird) wrote in driftfleet2017-09-25 08:45 pm
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But too much is falling in mine
Who: Mantis and You
Broadcast: Yes
He's wandering around looking like a specter of days long past with a bag on his back filled with liquid forget-me-nots fit for anyone willing to try hard enough. Mantis isn't one to wallow very often, but some things are just too much all at once. His tall figure cuts through crowds quietly as he stretches his legs, pausing here and there to have a seat and sigh heavily to himself. Once in a while he starts to hum a little snippet of song, a mournful little melody that resounds through the confines of the mask.
Eventually, he makes his way to head back to his own ship, but he'll pause here and there just to wander among the many distractions available to him.
Bishop (Dining Area) - Broadcast
There are five candles set up. They're the short votive sort made of a milky white wax and he's arranged them in a kind of loose circle on a simple plate. There's a cup in the center of the circle, and he's pouring out a drink into it from what he was promised would be a slightly higher shelf brand of alcohol. You have to do some things right, or else not bother.
With the cup nearly full, he caps the bottle loosely and pinches the wicks of each candle between his fingertips. There's no immediate source of the fire, but he manages to light them all very carefully before sitting back in his chair. It's he spreads his arms out, turning his head to look at the other empty seats at the table before him.
The bottle doesn't stay closed for long and he takes it up to have a long sip at the drink before closing it properly. At last, he looks directly at the feed.
"I'm a monster by many measures, not heartless. The best way to fight the feelings of misery is in the company of others or a bottle of something strong."
Broadcast: Yes
Action: Space Station / Bishop
When: Today
Sapce Station - ActionWhen: Today
He's wandering around looking like a specter of days long past with a bag on his back filled with liquid forget-me-nots fit for anyone willing to try hard enough. Mantis isn't one to wallow very often, but some things are just too much all at once. His tall figure cuts through crowds quietly as he stretches his legs, pausing here and there to have a seat and sigh heavily to himself. Once in a while he starts to hum a little snippet of song, a mournful little melody that resounds through the confines of the mask.
Eventually, he makes his way to head back to his own ship, but he'll pause here and there just to wander among the many distractions available to him.
Bishop (Dining Area) - Broadcast
There are five candles set up. They're the short votive sort made of a milky white wax and he's arranged them in a kind of loose circle on a simple plate. There's a cup in the center of the circle, and he's pouring out a drink into it from what he was promised would be a slightly higher shelf brand of alcohol. You have to do some things right, or else not bother.
With the cup nearly full, he caps the bottle loosely and pinches the wicks of each candle between his fingertips. There's no immediate source of the fire, but he manages to light them all very carefully before sitting back in his chair. It's he spreads his arms out, turning his head to look at the other empty seats at the table before him.
The bottle doesn't stay closed for long and he takes it up to have a long sip at the drink before closing it properly. At last, he looks directly at the feed.
"I'm a monster by many measures, not heartless. The best way to fight the feelings of misery is in the company of others or a bottle of something strong."
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I've not seen it yet myself, but I can only assume it's nothing short of horrible. Should you see her before me and believe she would benefit from healing, my abilities are available. I can put minds to ease, but if there's something deeper that's wrong, no magic will be able to heal it.
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A little polite encouragement goes a long way. She won't appreciate it at first, but once she's rested, professionalism tends to win out with her type. They appreciate soldiers who look out for their superior officers.