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Heather Mason ([personal profile] sweetmotherofgod) wrote in [community profile] ataraxionlogs2012-04-22 08:49 am

Her Majesty's tears and the pauper's blood

CHARACTERS: Heather Mason (plus demon) and OTA
LOCATION: the oxygen garden, the kitchen, or just strolling the corridors looking for... stuff
WARNINGS: bad manners, bad language, and possible violence (prearranged she is not going to attack anyone)
SUMMARY: Heather hasn't been out and about much this jump, and when she has she's been with Tillman and probably engaged in what looked like pretty intense conversation or trying to hold his hand under the table at breakfast without anyone noticing. Now it's what passes for the wee small hours and she's out unattended for the first time since the jump.
NOTES: Please feel free to grab any of the locations I mentioned or throw in your own! I promised a few people demon interaction, so this is for anyone who wants some :D I'm also cool with prose or action so pick your favourite and I'll follow.


It's been a rough couple of months. That's probably why Heather's been acting a little out of sorts. She's made and lost a dear friend in the space of a jump. Perhaps it's missing Kitten's fashion advice that means she's ditched her own clothes for the Tranquility jumpsuit again, although why she's accessorizing with dogtags instead of her usual ever-present locket is anyone's guess.

But now it's late – or early, depending on your perspective – and she's out and messing with things. Wandering the corridors looking for something to do. In the kitchens with a slight curl to her lip, poking packets of alleged food. In the garden, staring at a patch of dark red flowers she'd been tending near obsessively and looking like she's contemplating ripping them up.

She's obviously bored. Why not say hi?
circumitus: I have big plans. I'm learning spanish this month. (i need an office)

[personal profile] circumitus 2012-04-21 11:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Rey's mental state is a whole cacophony of clutter. It bounces here and there and all across the walls of her head. Even when she isn't alone, the grim isolation of this psychic space was maddening.

Suppose it was trauma, as that doctor put it, which warded off that particular library inside her mind. Five months, and she still hadn't collected a single, coherent memory from the pages. But something was there. It crawls across the floorboards, bangs on the doors, sends dust and blood and flames and nothing burns...

If nothing else, she has a remarkable talent of escaping reality when snared by these moments that seem too real... but isn't.

She hadn't even realized where she was the entire time -- standing among the foliage of the oxygen gardens. This is almost instinctual to her now, because when she feels lost, or can't sleep, or just needs to find a place to think...

It all comes back to here.

What more, she finds that she isn't alone.

Her head tilts as she catches sight of the familiar blonde hair, and approaches with a catlike silence.

Because really, it's like Rey doesn't know how to say hello when it comes to greeting a person.
circumitus: Because you're marine grade... You rascal. (you need 400 proof or marine proof)

[personal profile] circumitus 2012-04-21 11:53 pm (UTC)(link)
She stops abruptly, and with a quick cant of her head, she manages a slight, vaguely teasing smile. "I ought to say the same for you. But no, I'm just taking her out for a spin."

The owner can't seem to differentiate where she is half of the time, which made it all too easy to take the wheel once she got in... so to speak.
circumitus: (i'll feed your fingertips to wolverines)

[personal profile] circumitus 2012-04-22 02:28 am (UTC)(link)
She nods.

"I think I've made myself home all the same. Still got a few screws to kick about in this noggin as well, but I give it a seven out of ten."

Mostly, the lower score settled on account of there being plenty of things that she's still working out. But the packaging itself is submissive enough to just as easily get back control.
circumitus: This is drunk and confused... (this is worse than naked and afraid)

[personal profile] circumitus 2012-04-22 07:47 am (UTC)(link)
This one, if nothing else, was a puzzle as much to herself as she was to her new occupant. There were doors to open, halls to explore, places to get lost in. And so easy to get lost in.

Because she didn't know the truth.

It was funny, really.

She lifted Rey's chin a bit. "Not yet. I've been biding my time, sizing up the audience for awhile. Why, do you have anything in mind?"
circumitus: Because you're marine grade... You rascal. (you need 400 proof or marine proof)

[personal profile] circumitus 2012-04-22 08:55 am (UTC)(link)
"Now that's what I'm talking about." A little smirk made itself known on Rey's features, typically uncharacteristic of her. She'd seen those who are quick to judge, which comes to show that people, no matter who or what or where they are, were fundamentally the same.

Regardless of circumstances that surrounded her, it seemed that her host believed the same.

They weren't so different...

Her sudden intrigue was palpable. "Ooh, you have, have you?"

Please to be reading as: Go on, do tell me more!
circumitus: This is drunk and confused... (this is worse than naked and afraid)

[personal profile] circumitus 2012-04-22 10:27 am (UTC)(link)
You know, as the saying goes... Misery loves company.

But it also worked both ways.

"Ah, my favorite! Always got more trauma rattling about in their gray madder." Words could not describe her unadulterated giddiness, which she had some trouble emoting with this body for some reason. But she could still grin viciously. "Now you're making me jealous. I do want one... I really, really do."

Getting her own toy was starting to sound progressively like a good idea. Too much slacking creepering, not enough getting done.
circumitus: I have big plans. I'm learning spanish this month. (i need an office)

[personal profile] circumitus 2012-04-26 06:18 am (UTC)(link)
She craned her neck a bit, working out the kinks in her limbs. If nothing else, this damn body was stiff. Definitely not someone who exercised a whole lot of fun.

"Amazingly so... sometimes." She rubbed the back of her neck some more, as if trying to loosen some of the screws. "Seems like it's out of practice, but I can... perchance dig up a few names. A woman in particular... Sweet. Nice thing. Very trusting."

Ariadne, maybe.