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driftfleet2018-04-03 09:53 am
shroudedsecrets) wrote in driftfleet2018-04-03 09:53 am
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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!]
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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Too much. [But she doesn't intend to share that with a woman who has yet to tell Katara her name.
She sighs a little and glances back to her garden.] And unless I get taken home sometime soon, it looks like I'm about to get more.
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[She wasn't asking for details, really, as someone who didn't like going into her own. It was more observation. She glances up toward the entrance of the garden, and back over to Katara. Hmm.]
Perhaps it's time for a little direction.
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And when she realizes Haggar's intent... she decides to stick with her gut.] I think I'd like to finish up here before moving on to anything else. Which way did you head out to the records room?
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[She understands, really; she's seen the despair and desperation of many a person, and never quite empathized with them given her position. Even now, it was still difficult... but the situation made some things necessary.
Besides, she doesn't have a plan in mind, nor is she quite certain of Katara just yet, herself. However she wasn't certain what to make of this garden, she was very out of her element, there.]
If you wind yourself down the inner rooms, it's known as the Lecture hall. The paperwork is concealed there, but with a careful eye you should be able to find it. Digital records apparently have been erased before, so they no longer rely on that method.
[She still finds it difficult to get used to, but considering the monitoring that's going on, it makes more sense to rely on physical copies.
And look, she's helping a mutual effort by sharing intel, does that count for anything, regardless of her own desire for privacy?]
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[But she nods.]
Indeed. Enjoy the rest of your... gardening.
[And that's her cue to start to leave... unless Katara has anything else to say.]
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[... ah, that little factor.
She still didn't like the idea of giving out her name, given some of the circumstances, but... well, it probably would be best to give Katara something to work with.]
... For now, you may call me High Priestess.
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N O P E.
Katara's eyebrow arches and she leans back a little. Well, it's evident that the woman is not interested in giving out her name for some reason, and equally evident (to Katara) that she's never going to call her that because it implies some kind of... implicit belief and support in whatever religion or position that Haggar heads... but while she might not feel it's appropriate to press for the name of someone who obviously doesn't want to give it, there are other questions to ask.] ...what are you a high priestess of, exactly?
[...that might explain the weird hood.]
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The title and position itself, however... that's more complicated to explain, and almost a reason to regret not just giving her name in the first place. Good job making things harder on herself. This is why she didn't normally have conversations.]
... Perhaps that is too complicated to go into. It is only a title, from a place quite far from here, for my abilities with magic and technology.
[Better. She could salvage this yet. Maybe...?] I simply prefer it to other things I've been called.
[Including her name, apparently. But she might relent; she had drawn this out longer than needed.]
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[It had all sorts of implications that were... interesting and not great. She could ask about the 'name' again, but she wasn't sure she wanted to press or if she wanted to just let it go.]
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Even if those reasons... really had no purpose in a place like this. But she can't quite think that broadly, yet.
... As for her preference... perhaps that too, was something of a fudged answer. Better to be called High Priestess than witch, it was the proper title. Her name... that was something else.]
Perhaps.
[...]
You may call me something else, if you are less comfortable with a title.
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[Because - people deserve a chance. Even creepy people who are hiding their names for some reason. And yes, she is not "comfortable" with a title.
That's just... not going to happen.]
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Even if she can see the caution, it's the smile that throws her slightly; just that open friendliness. Right, she needed to get out of here. It reminded her of something that she hadn't expected...]
Very well. [...] Take care of yourself, Katara.
[And she will nod and turn to take her leave properly with a swish of her dress and robes.]
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With a little shrug and a slight frown, Katara returns to planting seeds.]