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ataraxionlogs2015-05-27 09:29 pm
ataraxites) wrote in ataraxionlogs2015-05-27 09:29 pm
Entry tags:
- !event,
- allison argent,
- bahorel,
- bucky barnes,
- carlisle longinmouth,
- chell,
- derek hale,
- dorian pavus,
- elizabeth,
- enfys llewelyn,
- fenris,
- galadriel,
- heather mason,
- jean prouvaire,
- leo fitz,
- murphy pendleton,
- muscovy,
- rikku | au,
- sebastian vael,
- takeshi,
- taylor "tyke" kee,
- the warden (mira tabris),
- valya
EVENT: BIA ▒ STERN
CHARACTERS: Ensemble production!
LOCATION: The stern areas of the ship
WARNINGS: Disturbing imagery, violence, psychological trauma, gore, etc.
SUMMARY: Characters have to fight to find their way back to each other from being increasingly isolated and plagued by their deepest fears and most hopeful dreams.
NOTES: May 27 onwards.
LOCATION: The stern areas of the ship
WARNINGS: Disturbing imagery, violence, psychological trauma, gore, etc.
SUMMARY: Characters have to fight to find their way back to each other from being increasingly isolated and plagued by their deepest fears and most hopeful dreams.
NOTES: May 27 onwards.
| An echoing boom comes from deep in the middle of the ship, shakes its way through the trees and waters of the Oxygen Gardens, down into the maze of walkways and mechanics that make up the Engineering Complex. A sense of danger rolls through with it, enough to make you pause in your work, set down tools or supplies, ignore the thrumming pain in your head to find out what. Trapped far away from the comforts of beds and kitchens and slow approaching necessity of gravcouches, you only have each other to turn to. But soon that grows difficult, turnings leading you off path, door slamming shut behind you. In the increasing isolation panic swells like an infection up through your mind-- but then soothes. You find your way into an unexpected comfort, the company of a long-gone friend, an old home filled with happy memories. You linger, drift into contentment, and yet it still can't calm one deep nagging doubt: you aren't safe where you've found yourself. |
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[He likes the idea that people are around, if difficult to find, much more than the idea that they're the only two left. What is Dorian supposed to do with what is apparently a child? What is it you're supposed to do with a lost child?]
...are your parents aboard the ship?
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Are your parents on the ship?
[Are anyone's?]
And I never really knew my parents anyway, so I dunno if it would matter if they were.
[And then, because she feels like there is perhaps a misunderstanding here, she adds...]
And I'm not a little kid.
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[He doesn't seem all that abashed by his error. She does look like a child, and there was no real reason to think otherwise. He's not sure he should believe her now, either, though if there's one thing Dorian knows it's that there are a million things he doesn't know. Children who aren't children could very well be one of them.]
My apologies, then. Have you friends here?
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It's fine. People always say I look really young.
[She's not too good at judging human ages either. She just assumes that she's older than them.]
I've made a few friends on the ship, but none of them are around.
[And they might not be easy to find...]
Um, I'm Nowi.
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[He sketches a brief, eloquent bow in the air. Just because things seem to be going crazy, everyone is missing, and he has an awful headache is no reason to let appearances slip.]
I've a few friends here as well. Perhaps we can look for them together.