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

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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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"At least you have a leg up," Claire agrees, regarding the television and phones comment; although, privately, she thinks that she would take magic over any of that any day, never mind that she's had one foot in that pool, so to speak, and wished for years and years that she could go back to just believing in phones and television. The grass is always greener, as they say.

In the meantime, she ignores Lily's question, some throwaway comment lingering in the back of her mind and joining with the idea that she's been rude in not inviting Lily to sit down. The chairs are drawn up wagon style around a small table, and whether that is how they were arranged to begin with or because someone rearranged them is anyone's guess, but Claire straightens up and watches Lily sip her tea, saying, "Do you want to sit down?"

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Lily likes phones and televisions, as it were - they're rather practical, all things considered, and while she deeply loves magic she's also proud of what she is and where she came from. Still, they seem far-off to her now, even here in a ship where she uses a handheld communicator like she's known it her whole life. Maybe that makes her a quick learner; maybe it just makes her desperate for grounding. "It was strange to me growing up that so many of my classmates didn't understand electricity."

Either way - she laughs a little at that, finally truly settling in like they're having a real conversation instead of oh, I spotted you looking from afar. She sets her cup down too finally, hands free to settle in her lap. "Thank you for talking with me," she says at length, "There are people I know from home, but it still feels a little isolated here and things are a bit awkward with them." That's partially self-imposed and partially because she's supposed to be dead, but who's counting details?

i'm sorry i got so lost

[pushfall]

Claire has the fleeting thought to ask sarcastically if she also grew up in colonial times but stifles it with a smile. It isn't like she doesn't know people with that same conditional existence, growing up, even if it will never altogether stop being strange. She doesn't say anything about the notion of her brother growing up without his PSP or whatever gaming was awesome that year. Thinking about Lyle at all leaves her with a little bit of a dull ache in her chest that she hasn't quite figured out how to fill yet.

"I know the feeling," she eventually admits, winding herself back up into the chair a little bit not closing herself off. "My father's here, on the ship, and it's pretty awkward for about a hundred reasons." Him being dead is only the tip of the iceberg, really. "Who do you know? I've been here a little while, maybe I know them."

good morning c:

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"It's just so strange," she says, "because they're from such different times... It seems like it's a cruel joke." Remus is closest to her but it still feels stilted. She tries to ignore it.

The thought that Claire might know the same people intrigues her a little - she smiles, looking down at her cup. "Severus Snape, Harry Potter, Remus Lupin, and Sirius Black." She pauses, thoughtful - "there's another young lady from the same place as me, she told me her name is Hermione Granger." A succinct list of wizards and a witch like her (a vast array of personalities, too. surely she knows at least one of them).