1. Art

[wordmiser]

Who: Jinx Halcomb
Broadcast: Network sound
Action: the Marsiva
When: Sometime before the shuffle!

[Jinx had decided the best way to entertain herself would be to make Art. And she couldn't take apart any of the people here, they would very much be Noticed as Missing. Not enough of a crowd around to hide the disappearance.

Instead, Jinx is taking apart a Machine.

It is significantly less satisfying. At least she managed to get some grease out of it eventually. It took shoving her hand in and wiggling it about. At the moment, she is meticulously removing wires and arranging them on top of the speared grease to create a meadow scene in 3D. She may have started broadcasting white noise in order to simulate air rushing through grass.

And possibly to see how many people would notice.]

Comments

voice

[wordmiser]

Mmm.

[The hum is meant to be confirmation of that not-quite-a-question.

She is making Art! In fact...]

Art.

[Someone other than Silent Friend actually seems to care about what she's creating. Communicate about her creation. It's... Nice.

It is worthy of Words.]

voice

[blindoptimism]

[interesting! she's pleased to hear a response]

That sounds nice. Making art out of broken machinery... very symbolic. [it's the lack of words from the other girl that is making her feel so chatty in return. And... eh what the heck, she decides to be forward]

When it's finished, would it be too much trouble to take a picture?

Re: voice

[wordmiser]

Mmm.

[She agrees to the request easily. It's not what she usually does. But it had always been nice when the papers had taken pictures of her art so she supposes she can do the same.

Sharing is caring after all]

voice

[blindoptimism]

Thank you, I can't wait to see it. [she lets out a happy hmmand leans back in her chair, letting the silence rest for a moment]

I don't think I've heard you on the network before? [not that Nunnally is super nosy and might sometimes user her comm officer status for... keeping an eye on everything]

Re: voice

[wordmiser]

[Jinx let's that go for a while. It may have had the question lilt but it wasn't actually a question.

But she did like this person.

Minutes pass in working group silence before...]

Mm-mm

[blindoptimism]

Then... welcome. Although I wish we were meeting under better circumstances. [you know... being kidnapped to a crazy space ship]

My name is Nunnally. If you ever need any help getting settled in, please let me know. You can always call me on this frequency.

[wordmiser]

...Jinx.

[Okay. Yeah. That took a long time. Mostly because Jinx forgot that you were supposed to trade names, not just take them.

What a novel concept.]

[blindoptimism]

[eh, she doesn't mind too much. The cadence of the conversation is already well established, so she just smiles on her end]

It's a pleasure, Jinx.

[hmm, she would like to chat more but she figure she should check...] I'm sorry for distracting you so for your project. I'll let you return to your work?

[wordmiser]

Mm-hm.

[She's almost doneish. Just a few more finishing touches. She likes that this conversation hasn't required anything other than grunts from her.

She wonders vaguely how she can train other people to do the same thing.]

[blindoptimism]

[hehe, she bite back a slight giggle. It takes a certain amount of determination to remain so steadfastly silent. She wonders what her story is? Well... that's for the future, she supposes.]

Goodbye. [and without ceremony she'll hang up the call. She'll chat with you again someday, Jinx :3]

[wordmiser]

[A girl who knows when to leave. Yup, Jinx likes her.

About an hour later Jinx sends a picture of her mixed-media image to the frequency she'd been talked at on. It's a meadow scene, with wire trees and scrap metal mountains and grease rivers. Big enough to cover about a third of the hallway floor she'd taken over.]

[blindoptimism]

[aw, she's pleasently surprised by the picture! She looks at it for a few minutes, and then types back a response]

It's beautiful :)