Heather Mason (
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so never mind the darkness
CHARACTERS: Heather Mason and you!
LOCATION: The media library
WARNINGS: possibly salty language, depending on who shows up?
SUMMARY: Heather ishaving trouble sleeping homesick bored and hunting through the media library for something to remind her of home. Probability of success: 0
NOTES: Open open open! Let's pal around.
Heather's not even aware of the frown crinkling up her forehead as she searches through the collection of music. She hasn't encountered so much media that she could neither pronounce nor understand since dating a fan of Norwegian black metal. There's something that, as far as she can tell, puports to be the harmony of the spheres – which she's heard of because Harry had some weird-ass books and raiding dad's library was an easy cure for boredom, not because she's a secret nerd or anything – that sounded like slow strings and might have helped her sleep, if it hadn't suddenly dropped into all these weirdly upsetting minor notes. She's heard some people were lucky enough to come over with mp3 players, but ruled out the idea of asking for help over the network. Aside from the fact that she hasn't got much to offer in return, the thought of announcing to the ship that she's craving the dulcet tones of Axl Rose sort of fills her with dread. So searching it is.
LOCATION: The media library
WARNINGS: possibly salty language, depending on who shows up?
SUMMARY: Heather is
NOTES: Open open open! Let's pal around.
Heather's not even aware of the frown crinkling up her forehead as she searches through the collection of music. She hasn't encountered so much media that she could neither pronounce nor understand since dating a fan of Norwegian black metal. There's something that, as far as she can tell, puports to be the harmony of the spheres – which she's heard of because Harry had some weird-ass books and raiding dad's library was an easy cure for boredom, not because she's a secret nerd or anything – that sounded like slow strings and might have helped her sleep, if it hadn't suddenly dropped into all these weirdly upsetting minor notes. She's heard some people were lucky enough to come over with mp3 players, but ruled out the idea of asking for help over the network. Aside from the fact that she hasn't got much to offer in return, the thought of announcing to the ship that she's craving the dulcet tones of Axl Rose sort of fills her with dread. So searching it is.
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Having spent so much time going out of her way to avoid meeting most of her new shipmates face-to-face, Kasumi's actually a little startled to find she's not alone this time. But startlement gives way to curiosity pretty quickly, and she lets her steps grow heavier and more audible so that her sudden appearance nearby doesn't come as such a surprise.
"Find anything good?" she asks.
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So she came to the media library, wanting something soothing to listen to, or at least something different than the noises of the ship.
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