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driftfleet2019-01-12 10:13 pm
itsyagirl) wrote in driftfleet2019-01-12 10:13 pm
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Missing Home
Who: open to all
Broadcast: no
Action: Iskaulit
When: Jan 12 or whenever...time doesn't matter
Veronica has been rather absent this holiday season. While she's made an appearance at the festivities, she hasn't really seemed all there, and has left early from most of them without talking much. For a girl whose life has changed so much so fast, even before the Fleet, one might think it would be easy for her to roll with the punches, but eventually, Veronica tires out, and she's hit that point.
She misses home. She's lonely. Sure, she has Lance here, but much of his time is dedicated to Keith and his team, and Veronica isn't about to take that away from him. He's happy. She isn't going to get in the way of that. While she's befriended people here, it just isn't the same, and she finds herself growing homesick and depressed.
She's spending a lot of time these days just sitting by the bay windows of the Iskaulit, looking out into the deep abyss of space. It's beautiful, and she really does love it, but...it's so cold and isolating. It makes her think of everything that she's lost, all the people who have died for a war that they were never even meant to be a part of... Veronica hugs her knees to her chest and just watches.
Broadcast: no
Action: Iskaulit
When: Jan 12 or whenever...time doesn't matter
Veronica has been rather absent this holiday season. While she's made an appearance at the festivities, she hasn't really seemed all there, and has left early from most of them without talking much. For a girl whose life has changed so much so fast, even before the Fleet, one might think it would be easy for her to roll with the punches, but eventually, Veronica tires out, and she's hit that point.
She misses home. She's lonely. Sure, she has Lance here, but much of his time is dedicated to Keith and his team, and Veronica isn't about to take that away from him. He's happy. She isn't going to get in the way of that. While she's befriended people here, it just isn't the same, and she finds herself growing homesick and depressed.
She's spending a lot of time these days just sitting by the bay windows of the Iskaulit, looking out into the deep abyss of space. It's beautiful, and she really does love it, but...it's so cold and isolating. It makes her think of everything that she's lost, all the people who have died for a war that they were never even meant to be a part of... Veronica hugs her knees to her chest and just watches.
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So while Looma was happy to keep her distance, it wouldn't be long before Veronica's on the receiving end of an inquisitive headbutt from the beast. Thankfully it wouldn't be making any attempt to climb up onto her- to say nothing of how fortunate it is that the beast's horns are little more than stubby, rounded lumps- but there's still an insistent guttural bleating from the creature as it demands attention.
For her part, Looma at least resorts to something closer to conversation. Unfortunately, she's about as capable at reading human emotions as the beast subjecting Veronica to a series of gentle nudges with its armored head.]
Sometimes I forget most of you humans have yet to travel off-world. Does the novelty of it ever pass?
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The apparently friendly beast demands attention, however, and Veronica starts in surprise, then smiles when she realizes it means no harm. It seems to want something, probably just attention, she thinks, so she picks a spot behind its nubby horns and rubs gently, unable to resist a smile.
The little headbutts push her slightly, but not enough to fall over or to move, so she stays where she is, curious. Looma's voice gets her attention, and she looks up at the stranger. It's a good thing she had gotten used to the idea of aliens before the Fleet abducted her, or she might be having a harder time of it right now.]
I don't know. [She answers simply, honestly, with a small shrug.] I suppose I'm still new to it.
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It's an attempt at a curious mouthing more than any serious bite, so at least there's little chance for injury... but it's enough for Looma to wander over and give the beast a quick flick to the head. No harder than necessary, just aimed at the top of its head at the base of the armored frill circling its head.
There's a few whines of protest, but it's at least enough to make it stop trying to gobble up the human's hands. Instead it just tries in vain to climb up to where Veronica is sitting, but after several failed attempts it gives up and just plops its head and front legs down at her feet and stays there.]
It should be more underwhelming with time. Usually if the trip is exciting it means something has gone wrong. But I do not understand why you have come here to sightsee. Surely you could have a better view from one of your ship's shuttles.
[Still just completely oblivious, this one. But at least attentive enough to make sure Veronica makes it back to her ship without a ziboson hanging off her arm, so, small victories.]
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I'm grateful for that, at least. I've had enough excitement to last a lifetime. [Or several, really.]
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[It would be a very, very safe bet that Looma is not of the same mindset as Veronica on that front. Though now that she's a bit closer, she is scrutinizing the woman's face while her small companion is busy resting and staring out the same window. Probably planning further mischief- or a nap, it could go either way- but for now the ziboson is limiting itself to the occasional chirp or squirming around to get more comfortable.]
You look familiar. But I am certain we have not met before. Why is that?
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You must know my brother, Lance. He's a paladin of Voltron. And a pilot here. [There's a note of pride in her voice, and she smiles as she speaks.]
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[She...does not sound like she shares Veronica's high regard for her brother, but at least there's more of a general weariness to her voice than anything resembling...well, malice. Probably because she doesn't actually think too badly of the boy, she's just frustrated by him.]
Yes. I do know him. Perhaps more than either of us would have liked.
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Oh?
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[Maybe not as bad as Looma's letting on, but well. For someone as prideful as her, any sort of insecurity or self doubt was bound to be seen as something truly horrifying.]
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[...hold on a second, did she hear that first part right?]
What do you mean, you've been in his mind?
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[A correction delivered with considerably more emotional detachment than one might expect.]
I meant what I said. I have been inside his mind. A little more than a year ago, by your time. Those of us trapped here were transported back to the Marsiva, for something called "calibrations." I am still uncertain what the point of it was, but many of us journeyed into the minds of others, to glimpse their memories. Or had intrusions into our own.
[Not something she sounds particularly thrilled about, but who could blame her? Calling it an invasion of privacy didn't really do it justice. Meanwhile, the ziboson seems to be getting very comfortable in its current position, and lets out a giant yawn. Judging by how it's struggling to keep all those eyes open, it might be approaching naptime.]
Oh! And our two previous hosts were executed! Or horribly mutilated, I am not certain which. We did only get to hear it, after all- aside from shadows in the room. But they have not been seen since!
[She...does not sound like she misses them. At all. And like if she has any regrets about the whole thing it was not getting to watch or take part in it.
Probably because that's exactly how she feels about it.]