Katie McCoy (
hollystrike) wrote in
driftfleet2018-04-06 05:26 pm
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Tha sin mar bhàs.
Who: Katie and you!
Broadcast: Yes!
Action: Planetside
When: Now-ish
[Amusement Park]
[So this is where she goes when she wants time to think, apparently. The bunker is a place she won't enter; between the heavy aftermath of a mass death and the understandably stricken reactions of its visitors, the atmosphere is far too toxic. But it doesn't mean she isn't grieving. The deaths could not be helped and are god knows how far in the past, but the fact that these people have been forgotten - not acknowledged even by this automated town, let alone the rest of space - is something that sits very poorly. She can't even change anything about the town to reflect its population's final days.
She's walking the rollercoaster tracks, very high up, thinking over the issue. Don't ask how she got up that high. And don't worry if you should be using the rollercoaster at the time; she can avoid you. Might give you a bit of a scare, though, sorry.
Eventually, she puts a call through to Sam.]
[Outside of town]
[As far as she can go before she suspects (or hopes) she's outside the range of the city's replication science so her work isn't scrubbed. She's not too far from the bunker; it would be pointless if she were too far away from it.
She finds a rock face smooth enough, and between a thick blade and Kirito's lightsaber she carves a memorial. Maybe nobody will ever see it, but if any other visitors come to this place, they should know what happened. It's worth the extra headache.]
[And Broadcast]
I've decided to quit making dreamcatchers and move on to voodoo dolls instead. It's more fun. So if you'd like to take one before I end up throwing them all out, feel free.
[Just so you know. Totally honest, as usual. Less cheerful than normal.
If anyone wants her she'll be curled up in her office with Licorice on her lap. She's so tired of these planets.]
Broadcast: Yes!
Action: Planetside
When: Now-ish
[Amusement Park]
[So this is where she goes when she wants time to think, apparently. The bunker is a place she won't enter; between the heavy aftermath of a mass death and the understandably stricken reactions of its visitors, the atmosphere is far too toxic. But it doesn't mean she isn't grieving. The deaths could not be helped and are god knows how far in the past, but the fact that these people have been forgotten - not acknowledged even by this automated town, let alone the rest of space - is something that sits very poorly. She can't even change anything about the town to reflect its population's final days.
She's walking the rollercoaster tracks, very high up, thinking over the issue. Don't ask how she got up that high. And don't worry if you should be using the rollercoaster at the time; she can avoid you. Might give you a bit of a scare, though, sorry.
Eventually, she puts a call through to Sam.]
[Outside of town]
[As far as she can go before she suspects (or hopes) she's outside the range of the city's replication science so her work isn't scrubbed. She's not too far from the bunker; it would be pointless if she were too far away from it.
She finds a rock face smooth enough, and between a thick blade and Kirito's lightsaber she carves a memorial. Maybe nobody will ever see it, but if any other visitors come to this place, they should know what happened. It's worth the extra headache.]
[And Broadcast]
I've decided to quit making dreamcatchers and move on to voodoo dolls instead. It's more fun. So if you'd like to take one before I end up throwing them all out, feel free.
[Just so you know. Totally honest, as usual. Less cheerful than normal.
If anyone wants her she'll be curled up in her office with Licorice on her lap. She's so tired of these planets.]

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The Vanquish. I have it on good authority I'm never around when they need me.
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I'm on my way! [BEAMS!!!! He can do this.
And so when he shows up he's in pretty high spirits, a bounce in his step as he pokes around. He hasn't been over since Clay, though the ships don't tend to change too much.]
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She left her door open for him. It says THE DOCTOR IS IN on it (written on paper and stuck on there) and Licorice is kind of sitting at the door waiting for him. HI THERE.]
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Sorey loves this space already, it's full of everything Katie and it feels almost more like a playroom than an office. He crouches at the doorway in front of Licorice and holds out his hand for a sniff.] Hi, can I come in? I'm here to see Dorothy.
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Licorice is an excellent door greeter. [Says Katie, perched on her table and carding wool into a small ball.] Hello, Sorey. Welcome to my dreary office.
[Cluttered arts and crafts stand more like.]
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I try. It's fun to be incredible. Are you after any particular colour?
[Like the majority colour in here is baby blue, but she has splashes of other colours.]
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Wanna pick one at random?
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Orange is pretty bright. It won't keep you up at night, will it? [She switches her carding to sifting through a box of shells, looking for ones that will complement such a bright dream catcher.]
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He starts unwinding some yarn.] Okay, please tell me exactly how to screw this up completely.
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Well, to really mess it up takes some wire work. [Let's get one of those wire hoops up here.] And then an awful lot of winding between all points. I'll do one with you, so just follow what I'm doing.
[Or some equivalent, mun has never made a dreamcatcher in her life shh just go with it]
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[She assumes curing leather is in there somewhere.]
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