Tha sin mar bhàs.

[hollystrike]

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.]

Comments

[tsunergy]

Huh... disappointing, but not that surprising. Maybe I can just have you interpret for me when I need it.

[hollystrike]

You'll have to take my interpretations as gospel, of course.

[tsunergy]

"Gospel"?

[Not too familiar with that word. Religion is weird where he's from.]

[hollystrike]

[Oh. Um...]

It's a sacred text that stuffy adults take very seriously and small children try to make airplanes out of its pages.

[tsunergy]

Ah... sounds like an issue of the church.

[hollystrike]

And you know how seriously churches take themselves. Well, most of them, anyway.

[tsunergy]

Believe me, I definitely know that.

[Friggin' shrinechurches pretending to worship seraphim just to take money and stay in power... meanwhile they can't even see a seraph that's standing right in front of them.]

[hollystrike]

Seems to be a multi-universal truth, that one. But anyway. If you take my translation as gospel, you're really making a paper plane out of it.

[That...makes sense. Somewhere.]

[tsunergy]

[omfg katie no it doesn't

Though it might make slightly more sense if he had planes in his world, paper or otherwise.]

Maybe I'd better just stick to body language.

[hollystrike]

[This is a class she clearly needs to teach. The aerodynamics of paper.]

Well, that works, too. Besides, you treat your new friend well, don't you? I'm sure he's satisfied enough.

[He's quite satisfied. Every cat on this Fleet is a tattletale to Katie.]

[tsunergy]

I'll take your word for it, if you don't mind. But yeah, he seems fine. He doesn't bite me much, anyway.

[Though it's more of a playful gnawing, he's come to understand.]

[hollystrike]

It's not love until they draw blood.

[Cheerfully.]

Is this just a social call? Not that I mind at all, but just in case I distracted you.

[tsunergy]

[Oh right, he'd actually come here for something.]

I was curious about your dreamcatchers, actually. And if there was a reason for your moving on.

[Since yeah he kinda remembers the last time she was into dollmaking and it was for some messed up demon-related shenanigans. Or vampire? Whatever, there was a distinct Aura of Creepy.]

[hollystrike]

[She blinks at him in puzzlement for a moment, before she recalls her roundabout post. Ah.]

I did say blatantly I was moving on, didn't I? Perhaps I'll change my mind.

Did you want to know if they really work?

[tsunergy]

There's no rule on what you have to do, so I suppose you can take your time with it.

[He offers up a slight shrug.]

I... was wondering for Sorey's sake, mostly. Seraphim don't need to sleep, so I can avoid dreaming if I want.

[A beat, and then-]

And I wondered if you were alright.

[hollystrike]

[Ah...]

You know, Sorey asked about them as well? He said he'd come by after. [He's already been.] Does that mean you can sleep and dream if you want to? I hope you do, sometimes.

[She considers how best to answer the other part.]

I think I'm all right. But I may not be in a day or two.

[tsunergy]

I can, if I want to.

[If he's in the right mood, if Sorey convinces him one way or another, if it's been a good day.]

I'm sorry to hear that. You should try the seraph method, if you want to avoid it- many of my kind opt to sleep off one calamity or another, although we're known to confuse days with years.

[hollystrike]

[It occurs to her he might not wish to sleep if he dreams of dragons. You know, that's fair. Something she might look into when she's feeling less... less.

She grins at that.]

Seraphs sound awfully like cats. Wouldn't it be awfully nice to just nap in the sun for a few months?

[tsunergy]

I'm sure it would be. Actually, I know a seraph who is a cat, and I'm certain she'd agree with the sentiment.

[hollystrike]

Really? [Instantly interested.] Who?

[tsunergy]

Her name is Morgrim, the Lord of the Land in Pendrago. She's one of the oldest seraphim I've ever met.

[hollystrike]

Morgim. What an excellent name. And she's a noble?

[That's what Lord of the Land means, right.]

[tsunergy]

[SNORT. That's hilarious.]

Lord of the Land means she's the guardian seraph of that particular city and its surrounding region. Humans provide prayers and offerings to the chosen shrine, and in exchange the Lord of the Land protects the region from an overwhelming level of malevolence.

[hollystrike]

[Hey look A CAT CAN BE A KING
oh wait a cat can look at a king that's how the saying goes oh well]

Well. That sounds far more important than being some paltry king, anyway.

[tsunergy]

[in this case a cat can be a god, which is much more impressive, in a way.]

There isn't even a king in Pendrago, paltry or otherwise- Rolance is ruled by an emperor. Not that it really matters much who's in charge to a seraph, so I'm told. Morgrim's probably seen so many rise and fall for it to even be an issue.