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[shroudedsecrets]

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!]

Comments

[shroudedsecrets]

[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.]

[hollystrike]

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

[shroudedsecrets]

[...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.]

[hollystrike]

Unfortunate is my middle name. [Breezily.]

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

[Because that's a nice looking cat.]

[shroudedsecrets]

[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.]

[hollystrike]

Investing is an interesting word. It implies you hope to get something out of it.

[shroudedsecrets]

Indeed. [The smallest of allowed smirks.] I don't like to have my time wasted.

[Even if this was a largely pointless undertaking, the fact that she was attempting it meant there was some worth to the endeavor, even if it was just seeing how it would turn out.]

[hollystrike]

You must be at odds with a great deal of the human race, then.

[shroudedsecrets]

Plenty of races will do that. It doesn't matter much to me.

[Even if most were confusing at best with their more carefree attitudes, but that was another matter. As long as some use could be had out of them, she'd manage. Or so she'd told herself.]

Are you often at odds with others?

[Watching how the girl answers that one, since she knows she's not necessarily truthful.]

[hollystrike]

I strive to be at odds with everyone. [Grin.] People that fit well together grow dull after a while. It's fun to have edges sticking out.

[shroudedsecrets]

[Well, that's certainly a statement, intent notwithstanding. Shifting through the lies and so forth.]

One can't always account for the different personalities they'll run into.

[Particularly those who would stand in the way of vision or progress.]

[hollystrike]

Isn't it more interesting that way? If everyone were the same I think I'd grow frightfully bored.

[shroudedsecrets]

Perhaps. There are other things more interesting than people, so it's not something I've considered.

[hollystrike]

What sort of things?

[shroudedsecrets]

Energy. The secrets to the universe.

[Her tone is distracted, but the cat seems finally fully formed, as much as she's playing with details now.]

[hollystrike]

Oh, my. Very ambitious. Do you think you'll ever find them all?

[Energy is a wary thing. She keeps it light.]

[shroudedsecrets]

Discovery is not limited.

[Unless one lacks resources, but that's an entirely different problem.]

[hollystrike]

[Well said, that.]

And what will you do with such discoveries? Or is it just enough to discover them?

[shroudedsecrets]

It depends on the nature of the discovery, does it not? One could and often does very well lead to another.

[Why stop learning?]

[hollystrike]

True enough. They say curiosity kills cats, but nobody ever remembers the other half of the proverb.

[shroudedsecrets]

Is that so...

[She doesn't know the proverb, not being from earth, but it's not too far of a guess, really. Perhaps from being on the other side of it, herself.]

[hollystrike]

You like to say that a lot.

[An observation.]

[shroudedsecrets]

Does it bother you?

[Hard not to notice how the girl would latch on to her turns of phrase and poke at her words, really. These "actual" conversations were such a new territory.]

[hollystrike]

Goodness, why should it? It's like a catch phrase from telly. Like make it so or and so it has come to this. Catchy little things.

[shroudedsecrets]

[... What did that even mean.]

A ... "catch phrase".

[Katie no. It's like trying to get her to understand what a vacation is.

Not that she... cares, of course, why should she care at such an obvious sign of being a poor conversationalist being... exploited, but it's still... an undercurrent of something that might have been known several millennia ago and subsequently lost.]

... It's just the way that I speak. I suppose it's caught your attention, if nothing else.

[Is that a joke. It could be.]