selvin-9 system mingle

[rebuildyourruins]

Who: everyone
Broadcast: no
Action: Selvin-9
When: throughout December until mid-January

[It's fluff-planet time, fleeters, and there's plenty to do. Snow time like the present!]

* System info

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Tempest | ota

[noprophecies]

shopping;

[generally in the winter months back home, Tempest wouldn't be caught dead outside; either she was as south as she could get, or locked up in her room in an inn attempting hibernation. As pretty as the planet is, however, her dislike of winter and cold and other related things puts her in a mood.

But she tries, and she keeps a tight hold on her short temper. There's warm clothes to buy, and she can either be found looking at both more modern clothing or the furs and heavy cloth she's used to, hunched over in a heavy jacket she'd picked up previously.

You might even catch her marveling at some of the faux fur. Fumbling to hold it up with one hand and wondering aloud to the nearby shopkeeper]

But it does not look fake - is it as warm as the real thing?

[priorities]

turning a garden into a zoo;

[okay, look. She had no intentions on adopting anything else. She had a lizard . . . thing . . . and he was quite content to live in her room with the plants that survived the crash last planet. He was cute, in an ugly kinda way. Surely he didn't need friends.

But then she finds the snow leopards and otters and that's the end of the lies she tells herself.

She's on a mission now: find a very specific-looking otter. As close as she can get. Come help her achieve her true purpose as an otter mom]

hunting;

[it's part boredom, part wanting to help feed her crew. She has her sword back as well, and while she might be down a hand, that isn't going to stop her from taking out any remaining frustrations on the poor wildlife.

Of course, having a sword only gets you so far. For the birds she can't reach, well . . . a bit of magic goes a long way]

You should have bloody come down when I asked.

wildcard;

[player's choice ♥]

hunting.

[rebuildyourruins]

[Thor's passed by a few hunters while he's been trekking across the snowy tundra. Usually he just gives them a wave and continues on his way - but this one is talking to the birds. And she sounds a bit annoyed about it. He's curious enough to pause, then walk over to where Tempest is glowering at the birds.]

The birds aren't agreeable, I take it?

[noprophecies]

[her head jerks up in surprise, as she didn't expect anyone to approach her. Especially given her attitude towards most people on a good day. He must be from the fleet, but she doesn't recognize him - someone new, probably.

She bites back her first, ruder response and takes a deep breath, tucking her wrist under her good arm to hide it]

Not at all, I'm afraid. At least, not to those of us who aren't proficient with a bow.

[rebuildyourruins]

Ah, you're hunting them.

[That makes sense. And he can relate to a lack of skill with archery. It had never been his forte, despite training in it.]

Striking a bird is hard even for an archer. What are you using instead?

[noprophecies]

Mmm. To feed my crew as well as to make a few extra credits instead of sitting on my arse.

[at his question she holds out her hand, lightning crackling briefly between her fingers] Magic. Lightning, since it does not cook them as much as fire would.

[rebuildyourruins]

[Thor's eyes widen in surprise, because if there's one thing he deeply appreciates, it's lightning powers.]

You can create lightning? I've never met anyone else who could do that.

[noprophecies]

[she tilts her head at the expression, lowering her hand with a nod]

I do not use it often, but mm, I can. Are you a mage as well, then? If you can create lightning.

[rebuildyourruins]

[He has to laugh a bit.]

Not a mage, no. My brother was always far more skilled at magic. I can summon and wield lightning with my hammer, Mjolnir. I don't have it here though. Yours is a spell, I take it?

[noprophecies]

Was your brother a mage, then? Or a wizard? [she hums a little in interest, completely forgetting she was hiding her hand a moment ago] So it is a . . . what is the word . . . it channels the lightning? Or is it that you can summon it on your own and the hammer is simply there to hold it? [magic talk with Tempest]

Yes, mine is a spell. For a weaker spell like the one I have been using I no longer need the words, but for more powerful ones I do.

[rebuildyourruins]

Something like that.

[Whether Loki would ever call himself a name like that is doubtful. Yet he's more adept at magic and spells, so the billing fits well enough.]

It's a bit of both, really. I miss having it.

What other magic can you do?

shopping!

[stormfist]

[ Jayden finds herself in need of some winter clothing as well, happens to be nearby when Tempest spots the faux fur. She looks over, curious, and at the question, nods. ]

Feels real, right? Just as warm too. At least it was back home.

[noprophecies]

[she glances over and relaxes at seeing a crewmate, and offers over the jacket for Jayden to inspect if she wants]

How, though? Fur is fur, I do not understand how they can make fake fur.

[stormfist]

[ She reaches over to feel the material - because that's obviously the best way to shop for clothes, feeling for which things are the softest/warmest~ ]

It's some kind of fiber, completely man-made. I guess they just do things to it to make it look and feel the same? Don't really know the actual details of it, just that it doesn't come from an animal.

[noprophecies]

[it's the only proper way, confirmed]

How very strange . . . maybe it is because they can make more of it this way than they can hunt it? Or something similar. As long as it serves the same purpose . . .

[stormfist]

[ She grabs a coat off the rack near her, runs her fingers over the faux-fur lining the hood before holding out for Tempest to do the same. ]

Could be. Might be cheaper to make, too.That's how it was back home - real fur was more like a luxury, and some people could get pretty... outspoken about it. [ Shrug. ] Personally, if it keeps the damn cold away, I don't really care if it's real or fake.

[noprophecies]

[she takes the offered jacket, then tucks it under her arm so that she can feel the fur]

I do not really care either, honestly . . . warmth is what matters to me. I suppose I am just used to the real thing being . . . normal?

locked to Sayid

[noprophecies]

[when Sayid returns to his room at the end of the day, there's signs that Tempest has already been there. Which isn't strange, given that she spends as much time there (usually with him) as she does on her own ship.

What is strange, however, is the wrapped gift left in the middle of the bed, along with a folded piece of paper on top. Sayid's name is written on the paper in flowing Elvish script.

The culprit, of course, is nowhere to be seen]

[redatheart]

[...Well. That's curious. Maybe not unexpected, since it is a season for gift-giving. But curious that the culprit chose not to give this to him herself. Sayid sits down, unfolding the paper to see if there's anything written inside.]

[noprophecies]

[he'll likely recognize Tempest's handwriting immediately, though it's written much more neatly than her usual scribbles]

Sayid,

It's my understanding that there is a holiday coming up that neither of us celebrate. Something about a birthday and giving gifts? I suppose the timing lines up nicely with my intentions. I've also been a bit nosy into things that aren't my business as of late. I hope you'll forgive me.

[and then, in the same careful hand, the rest of the note is written in very simple Elvish]

The iris flower stands for hope, and the name Nadia means the same. I thought this gift would be nice a way to protect her picture, as well as your memories of her.

Love,
Aurae

[there is no translation included. What a jerk]

action -> video

[redatheart]

[...The elvish may be simple, but he still can't parse most of it. Bits and pieces, perhaps. "name", "the", "protect".

Bits and pieces.

Sayid puts aside the paper, and unwraps the gift. Once he does, he understands...a bit more. But not everything. With the picture frame in his lap, he picks up his communicator and enters her number.]

video

[noprophecies]

[it takes a moment or two for her to actually answer - she hasn't mastered the one-handed technique just yet. She gives the screen a curious look, as though the call itself is a surprise]

Hello, love.

[redatheart]

[Sayid is smiling, although it is maybe a little bit sad. Just because he does have an idea of what's going on, and it's sweet but...bittersweet.]

Hello. I got your gift.

[noprophecies]

[she was fully expecting that, given the picture and possibly the message. She just smiles a little bit]

I apologize for my nosiness.

[yep, that's what she's going with]

[redatheart]

You mentioned that.

I'm afraid my Elvish still isn't quite up to fully translating the last half of your note. Was there anything important in there?

[Of course there was.]

[noprophecies]

Mmm? No, nothing important. [she's absolutely lying] It's just a short explanation as to why I chose what I did.