[open] the roses have faded, there's frost at my door

[endureandsurvive]

CHARACTERS: Ellie + YOU
LOCATION: Various
WARNINGS: Foul mouthed children, knives (will update as necessary)
SUMMARY: Catch-all for August shenanigans, notably includes knife fighting lessons and axeing trees very important questions.
NOTES: Some closed starts, some open prompts. If you want something specific and it's not here, toss it up or pm me and I'll see what I can do!


[This jump makes ten. And while she's always been careful, ten months (or years or decades, who the fuck knows, right?) is kind of a long time to keep her head down. One way or another, something was going to happen to get her socialized and between the influx of under-18's on the passenger manifest, certain vampires at large and being dragged kicking and screaming convinced to move her shit down a few levels from the safety of isolation up on Deck 024-- well, her head is still down, but she's definitely more visible.

Feeling lucky? Most days she can be found rapidly skirting through Deck 007 to or from some other destination, heading to or from medical, making (bomb ass) spaghetti, or tucked up in the upper levels of the gardens reading sci-fi comics of arguable quality. Just don't approach from behind or make any sudden movements and everything should be fine, no really.]

Comments

[vindictam]

[ He's not particularly unused to that reaction. But he doesn't react to it, either way. Taking a slow sip of his drink as he glanced to her briefly. Setting the cup down with a pointed clank on the table. Slow and careful.

He might not have said anything, save that he had a weak spot and it was so easily exploitable, and it hadn't been his intention at all. ]

Didn't mean to startle. [ as if some how might settle her some. ]

[endureandsurvive]

[It does and it doesn't - because on the one hand, he doesn't really seem the type to give a shit about some kid randomly stumbling across him, on the other hand-- well, let's be real. Nothing's going to settle her.

Ellie narrows her eyes at him from the doorway. When she moves, it's further into the kitchen though with the clear intent of keeping out of arm's length, the line of counter tops between them as she makes for one of the over sized cool storage units.]

It's all good. It's not like it's my ship or anything. [If it was, there'd be a lot more vampires in the airlock.]

[vindictam]

[ He doesn't get up or move, happy to let her have her space as he went back to sipping his drink slowly. Not giving the appearance of watching her at least.

Even if he is minutely aware of everything around him. Nothing good came of letting people be aware of that. A side glance as he watched her go to the storage units, shifting forward to rest his weight on his elbows. ]

As you will, then.

[endureandsurvive]

[She gives him a little mock salute, a twitch of the fingers from her temple, and then pops the door on the storage unit. She'd been planning on making something like actual food, but doesn't have any interest in sticking around to do it if she has company. So fuck it, sandwich it is. She snags a slab of sliced meat from storage, dragging it and a few other containers of crap and depositing them on the counter top.

Ellie very pointedly avoids making eye contact with the man as she busies herself - bread, space mayo, all that shit.]

[vindictam]

[ At first it's idle, just watching her because she's simply there, and it's a habit.

Then he's curious. He eats better here, but he doesn't eat well. Cooking isn't a particular skill of his, and mostly, if he does eat, it's rats. Cooked until there is no plague left in them, not that it seems to effect him, because the raw ones he broke the necks of and devoured would make another man throw up. But he likes food, knows it from living in a palace most of his life.

This he doesn't particularly know well, what she's making, and he mistakenly starts to genuinely watch what she's doing. Frowning slightly, it doesn't look horribly complicated. ] Forgive me for bothering you, but what is that you make?

[endureandsurvive]

[It's a weird enough question that she stops slapping mayo on the piece of bread, instead turns on her heel and stares at him for a long beat.]

What? Seriously? [And then she's rapidly recovering, jamming the knife into the jar with a wet 'thworp.'] It's a sandwich, dude. You know. Bread. Lunch meat. Other-- stuff.

[Succinct.]