Her Majesty's tears and the pauper's blood

[sweetmotherofgod]

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?

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[circumitus]

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.

[sweetmotherofgod]

She clapped her hands together silently, a quiet mockery of excited applause. Sure, you could make people do things, but it was so much more fun to convince them. And even more fun with a partner in crime.

"So get one! Just find somebody messed up that she's been talking to and -"

She paused, tilting her head as she latched on to an impression in the head she was inhabiting.

"Does it talk?"

[circumitus]

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.

[sweetmotherofgod]

"Trusting's good." She nodded, tapped a finger thoughtfully against her lip. "Very good. And is she also trusted? This could be beautiful, you know. Something soft and sweet to lure people along, and something hard to give the stragglers a little push. I don't imagine there's very much we couldn't pull off, working that combination."

It's pure speculation, a child playing a what-if game of pretend. She has no master plan, but damn if she's not starting to want to come up with one.