and let me tell you that i'm dreaming (OPEN)

[lightmagic]

CHARACTERS: Lily Potter AND YOU!!!
LOCATION: A mystery. (Miscellaneous!! Halls, elevators, media library, kitchen, take your pick.)
WARNINGS: TBA??
SUMMARY: A June catch-all post.
NOTES: Please feel free to start threads with whatever! I wish to rp all of the things and Lily is criminally approachable, so if you want to have someone bump into her or leave an opening for her to say hi, I'm down for whatever.


Lily doesn't leave her room often. It's ostensibly to rest and make sense of things, but she simply doesn't think to go anywhere. She lays in bed and tries to sleep, thinks better of it, and spends hour upon hour going through network archives instead. Being busy keeps her mind from drifting back home to where everything went wrong.

'Not often' is not 'never,' all the same - she has to leave to get things to eat and drink, do washing up, and eventually media library holds enough of a pull that she heads out to investigate it and returns to her room with too many things loaded into a data pad to be able to go over in days, though she's determined enough to try.

(One day she considers trying to relax by swimming but rethinks it at the last moment, does an about-face near the rec area and heading back toward her room.)

She doesn't linger long enough in the kitchens to make entire meals but she does snack while she makes up her tea before disappearing once more into the halls again.

She wanders them enough to get a general idea of the layout enough, and not just on her own floor. She doesn't stray far despite the elevators making things easier, but she likes to have a mental map at least. She's approachable enough even in her upset, quiet and maybe a little morose but who isn't, some days?

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[lightmagic]

This makes her laugh, at least - light and airy. "I feel much more settled, thank you." It'll take some time to get all of her bearings but she's doing well, for the moment. It's a testament to their differing timelines that she's so comfortable inviting him in, and well, why not?

"Yes," Lily adds, nodding once. "I'm a witch. At home we're bound to secrecy among people without magic, but it was explained to me that here it isn't nearly as much of an issue. I took it upon myself to make the room a bit nicer."

It's a very quick summary followed by a quicker explanation - she doesn't add on that the sight of another bed in the room reminded her too much of her dead husband, that she hadn't been able to stand staring at it day in and day out. Let's shove them together then, James would have said, so she turned it into a set of shelves. It's better this way, to not have to think about it.

"It's more difficult to get things right here, though. It took me much longer than it should've to just do those things." At home it would have been involved but easy enough, here she thinks the ship is interfering with her ability to cast magic.

It bothers her.

[almanac]

“I’m glad to hear that,” Randolph says—then listens as she speaks. He takes a moment to let the words digest—thinking mostly, in the mean time, of his own country’s ugly little history of witch burnings and Lily’s heartbroken air upon her first arrival. He was not lying when he said she seemed more settled, but he can still sense it in her, that lingering heartache. “I believe I may see the need for secrecy, at least in certain places and at certain times. People can be quite ugly in the face of things they do not understand, and human ugliness seems to have a high rate of mortality among those who are on the wrong end of the misunderstanding.” He turns to look at her. “Kept secret or not, they’re quite useful gifts you have.” Useful, even if their proven existence was still quite vexing. Randolph did so loathe being wrong.

He looks around the room for a minute and wonders what injury it might do to his pride to ask her to make similar adjustments in his own room. He puts the thought aside for the moment, though. “This ship does seem to have strange impacts upon it’s inhabitants. Some of them quite unpredictable.”

[lightmagic]

"It's my own peculiarity in most people's eyes," Lily says, a bit too lightly for the subject matter - but it hearkens back to their last conversation and she's not ashamed of who she is, anyway. She sombers a little though, nodding. "It can be quite... ugly, I think." (She's thinking of war and how she never got to say goodbye to so many of the people she cared for and how everything had gone down burning around them.)

"It's nice to be able to use it as an outlet here," she adds, glancing once over at the fish. "I wonder if I could use it to help anyone," she hadn't read his mind, no - but she has noticed some children around and she can't help but wonder if they'd like reminders of their homes, and if she could provide the for them. Maybe, if it's simple like the fish. She doesn't want to spread herself too thin right off the bat.

"I haven't really tested my limits yet, but the ship having such an effect is worrying."

[almanac]

“Sometimes I can’t help but think that human history is one long record of ugliness between people,” Randolph said. “That perhaps we started out as cavemen throwing rocks at other tribes, and now that we have mastered more advance technologies, we use that progress to drop bombs upon one another.” Randolph tilted his head to one side. “Of course, some good inevitably comes out of progress, but sometimes its hard to see it through the bad.” Randolph looked at Lily. “Tell me, are wizards much the same?”

Randolph glanced at the fish, when Lily did. “A gift can always be used to help. The trick is in finding the recipient who most needs it.” He glanced back at Lily. “I’d advise testing your limits carefully. In my experience, the ships effects can be dangerous. It wouldn’t do to hurt yourself in the effort.”