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Who: Haggar (and you!)
Broadcast: n/a
Action: SS First Breath, Planetside, Iskaulit
When: probably up until the 13th? Or later for the Iskaulit threads, if needed! Should be flexible!

A.

[First Breath]

[...She'd had barely enough time to examine the Marvisa after her disoriented waking up, in an attempt to figure it out before she found herself on the bridge of The First Breath instead. Cloaked and hooded of course, eyes glowing a bright yellow as her gaze flits around the area, seeming altogether too tense for some supposed celebration.

The music and confetti is unamusing, of course. Haggar's first instinct is to examine the bridge, and question the first person she sees if they don't approach her first.

Otherwise most of the time she'll be poking about the rest of the ship, seeing what it has and doesn't have available, observing the other crew with some suspicion, sometimes giving withering looks to the exposed wires and pipes, and, coming across her own supposed "station", trying to compare what she knows--what she thought she knew, to the new information that she had overriding it in her brain. Disorienting. She hates it already.]

B.

[Planetside]

[ After the first few days of acclimating to the ship and the situation, as much as it displeases her, well, there's a whole unknown planet with secrets down there to explore. Or at least to study and see if it can provide any clues to anything.

Most of her time ends up being drawn to going through books in the library, and after that, briefly checking out the other areas which seem to have drawn particular extensive attention. If someone's around, she might inquire as to what their investigation showed... or simply just watch and see what she can glean from listening and observing. The old fashioned way.

She likely draws some attention, wherever she shows up, garbed up as she is. Sometimes, though, she might be distracted, trying to find places to meditate or discern the nature of the planet herself. ]

C.

[Iskaulit]

[ After doing enough examining of the planet, and finding herself tired out from the process, she decides that regrouping and learning more about the fleet itself again is the higher priority. Besides, there are some other pressing concerns she has to be wary about...

In any case, the best way to do that seems to be by examining this ship that seems to be the main area for the fleeters to gather. Too many people, frankly, most of her time is spent skulking in the shadows, observing when she can, unless she happens to get caught. Which is certainly possible. She's not infallible.

But there are other times when certain rooms catch her interest. The lecture hall, the library, the labs, those seem to be where she gravitates toward on her own, whether to read or find clues. In one instance she finds the study room, where in a point of... some agitation, she sets a few of the globes rotating all at once and glares at them. How completely unproductive. ]

*[CR meme and permissions just in case, otherwise let's YOLO and see how it goes!]

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[Oh, Katie. Wandering off like that, she can't even see the tiniest smirk emerge on Haggar's face...

But she's not a particularly trusting soul, so. She Waits, calmly, idly trailing her fingers through the snow in a circular pattern around her.]

[Katie's pretty sure Haggar went 'gosh, that's a magical cat' given the whole sensing magic thing from earlier. Probably it's not going to take much to connect the dots. Oh, well.

Maybe a minute after the cat disappears into the bush, never to be seen again, Katie's voice echoes cheerfully from the doorway into this section.]

Playing in the snow? Are you going to build a snowman?

[Well. That didn't take long. How mysterious that that strange magic cat should be gone and that girl suddenly pop up! A certain curiosity in that matter. Certainly more complex than ordinary shapeshifting, if that's what it was.

... And frankly this girl's references continue to go over her head.]

Perhaps you'll have to show me how.

[At least she's not from the right time to have seen Frozen. She'd be quoting it mercilessly.]

You want to learn how to build a snowman? [S k e p t i c a l]

To be honest, I don't exactly know what that is.

[Not that she sounds like she cares particularly, one way or the other. Her little "picture" on the ground is looking very circular, almost like a glyph, really.]

Is that why you're here?

Yes. Here to rectify this terrible oversight. If you've never had the joy of a snowman, no wonder you're a space witch.

[And without further ado she plonks herself down in the snow next to Haggar, though she keeps a short distance between them, and peers curiously at the glyph-ish mark. Sam taught her a few, but they're very specific.]

Myself, I prefer snow cats. Or possibly a scene of snowmen advocating for snowmen rights in a long-suffering father's front yard. Though I suppose none of that made any sense to you at all.

[Nevertheless, she's scooping small piles of snow up in front of her.]

[She'll tactfully ignore the... odd insult, if that's what it was meant to be; though it was Katie and it might have been that she didn't really know what she was saying.

Hard to tell. Too many people spoke too quickly here, going on about subjects that had no meaning to her. Really, this is just an excuse to gather herself, as it were, and observe the oddity that this person was in front of her.]

No, not really. If you have a preference, then by all means, you don't have to humor me.

I never humour anyone.

[She's not sure if that's true or not. But okay. Observe away as Katie sculpts the snow in front of her into a little cat. It's all very mundane, but she hums a little as she does it.]

Do you have any pets?

[Speaking things 'true' seems to be a problem for Katie. A quirk? Who can tell.

As mundane as the little snow cat is, there's something very peaceful about all of it. Not a sensation she often has, which is strange in itself, but perhaps that's just what happens, when one is taken out of their consistently corruption-filled environment.]

Some time ago.

[Experiments and robeast fodder most likely, over the passage of years, but there might have been hints of fondness for some. Anything before that... she hardly remembers. Something about cats, though...]

Why do you ask?

You can tell a lot about a person by the pets they keep. Or the pets they don't keep. You sort of struck me as a cat person, really. Do you have cats where you come from?

[Some time ago is a sad thing. But animals don't live very long.]

[What a strange consideration. Then again, she didn't need such signs to tell her about people, no reason to explore them on a deeper level unless they were hiding important details that needed to be brought out.]

Is that so...

[There's a flicker of an echo, of a strange cat loping around in search of someone.]

They do exist, where I come from.

[Even if they haven't had them around Central Command... and the fact that she had no recollection of that particular cat in it's current form.]

[Ah. It's odd, but she's seen odder. And a cat beautifully fluffy enough she'd have reached forward to pet it if it hadn't been so fleeting.

A space cat to go with a space witch.]

They're the most odd of animals. Both eternally patient but eternally curious. And they always think you're there at their beck and call.

It's not so highly contrary a nature.

[Granted, that description could also fit her in some ways, humorously. Cat person indeed, pushing curiosity as far as she dared, patient to see what results it yielded, but yet suspicious of anyone who dared pose a challenge to such inquisitiveness.]

Is that what you like about them?

Mmm. I must say I've a fondness for any animal that can't be taken for granted.

[Humans too. And other oddities of the universe.]

That's a broad list.

[In her book, everything's got a use one way or the other, but it's harder to care for specifics.

She'll casually start to make a little cat of her own though, outside of the lines of her glyph. Maybe with some improvements.]

I have a broad fondness.

[Oh, that's the spirit. She peers with interest at Haggar's work.]

So it seems.

[She's not used to working with snow. But she could catch onto the concept of what Katie was doing easily enough, having observed her. It was no quintessence, but oddly relaxing. What a strange concept.

Not that she's really thinking so much about what she's doing, it's a distraction from a distraction. Her mind is a little somewhere else.]

Perhaps things you aren't fond of are less broad.

[That's a statement worthy of a pooka. She blinks.]

It's possible. I'm sure I've met some people I'm not terribly fond of in the past. Vampires, mostly.

[Gently shaping the snow to form the body. Small, of course; she's not going to go out of her way to get more than what was available to her from her position, but there was enough for her purposes, for it to be sturdy enough.]

Is that so. [She was almost surprised to have gotten an answer, but it would be interesting to know, from a knowledge gathering standpoint.] How strange... I don't believe I'm familiar with the term. Perhaps you could enlighten me.

Perhaps I could.

[...oh you wanted an explanation

Well, she does pause long enough to be a brat about it, but then grins.] Vampires really love art and colourful auras and blood, and they're terribly dull in all other ways. If they want any of those things, they take them without asking.

[Oh she caught that little brattiness.

It's a little strange to hear her own method of speaking practically repeated at her... well, an eyebrow quirks slightly, but mostly she retains her unimpressed expression while still focusing on the snow.

Taking without asking... now that was oddly specific. To someone who spent untold years learning how to draw out certain kinds of energy from... entire planets. Well then.]

For you to not like them, they must have tried to take something from you. Something... precious?

[The girl practically radiated strange magical energy, after all.]

My time. [Sniff.] If someone's going to invite me over for dinner, they should at least make it entertaining.

[...Possibly a yes? Discerning between her words was easy at some times, not worth it at others.]

That's very unfortunate.

[Snow-cat's looking more like a cat now. Or more space-alien cat, rather. Not that it's easy to make different looking textures with snow, but the shape is there.]

Unfortunate is my middle name. [Breezily.]

You have a touch of the creative in you, I see.

[Because that's a nice looking cat.]

[It's a strangely relaxing exercise.]

Perhaps. I hadn't considered investing my time in an activity like this.

[But she seems a little pleased by it, somehow.]

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