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Post by kitsune on Nov 21, 2011 4:09:36 GMT -6
Location - Ships lounge
Resting on the couch in the Kitsune hears the captain begin cooking. The lights were low on his side of the lounge so she probably didn't notice him and probably didn't mean to wake him. Know this was the case he kept still and let her do her thing. She was making pancakes and meat, the aroma made Kitsune hungry but it was her food so he continued to watch. It had been a long time since he had pancakes.
Once she finished cooking she took up a plate and walked away. With nothing interesting to observe Kitsune closed his eyes again only to noticed the change in gravity. "We're no longer on planet." Sitting up, "I had much more to do on planet" namely visit a companion. He thought he would have to talk to the captain about this, it was unexpected. Then he thought better of it, Its not like she would turn around after taking off. Maybe she had a good reason? But he did buy all that food now it was just gonna have to be used on this crew. "Nuts" He wondered how long they were out but couldn't check before the captain returned and took a seat at one of the tables. He decided to play it off like he had sat down after she left, cause he had not thought of a explanation for sleeping in the lounge. He stretched his arms across the back of the couch "Morning cap, seems we left planet. Whats the destination? if you don't mind me asking?" He hadn't truly thought about staying on board but seems he would be, sides the captain took him to the most interesting places so far why not see whats next.
Location - Ships lounge
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Post by Fiona Fiacha on Nov 23, 2011 23:57:06 GMT -6
Location: Cargo Bay Fiona shifted and moved and blinked. The heavy canvas bag was still on her lap, but she appeared to be surrounded not only by her own belongings, but a variety of other objects. The effect was odd, as though she was some sort of saint flush with patrons' offerings.
She picked up one of the apples - "Huh." - and then set it back down.
She flicked her processors back on and immediately a spinning sensation jolted through her head. It swept her and she put her forehead to the floor. An apple rolled past her hand, startled by the sudden movement.
"We're moving," she informed the floor. "Euggh, we're moving."
Besides the spinning vertigo sensation bouncing through her artificially enhanced cochleae, excitement fizzled through her limbs. She had gotten away with it - Fantastical Universes was still cradled against her. And they were going somewhere, hopefully far away from Beaumonde.
When the spinning finally stopped, thanks to her processors playing catch-up, she sat up carefully. She strapped the canvas bag across her back, and stood, bracing herself on the crate in front of her.
It was becoming apparent that her father's obsession with Dragonflies was ridiculous - it felt like flying in a tin can being thrown down a gravel driveway. Or were deaf people the only ones to perceive it that way?
With a deep breath, Fiona squared her shoulders and headed out from behind the crate to properly introduce herself to the other inhabitants of the tin can.
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Post by Ellie on Nov 30, 2011 19:48:57 GMT -6
Location: Jenny Wren, Galley
Ellie was carrying her plate and drink back over to the table when she was startled by Kitsune's voice, "Morning cap, seems we left planet. Whats the destination? if you don't mind me asking?"
She about dropped her plate because she had no idea he was here. She hadn't seen him come in. Eyeing him suspiciously she asked, "When did you come in?"
Setting her plate down she slid easily into a chair and responded, "We're on our way to Greenleaf. Hope you didn't mind us leaving planet before we planned, just didn't see a reason to hang around since business was done and no one on board seemed interested in wandering planetside..."
Ellie motioned to the counter where the food sat saying, "Feel free to eat, I made enough for everyone. It's not much but it's hot," and then started eating her food.
Location: Jenny Wren, Galley
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Post by kitsune on Dec 3, 2011 3:24:33 GMT -6
Location - Dinning hall
"Dont mind if I do" walking over to the food she left on the counter and put enough for an average person on the plate. "So greenleaf huh?, you got buisness there? Not that its any of mine, just wondering if you might need to hire on some extra hands again. ..."filling up a glass of the liquid she had "Or seeing how its a world out on the rim there might be some work for a guy like me." he looked over the plate. "Also being a rim planet transport is well harder to come by...........hold those thoughts I'll be right back, got something for this in my room." taking the food and heading down to the cargo bay were he spots the girl he was going to give the food to comming out of hiding. As if it was a scene from a bad comedy Kitsune stopped in place one foot in the air not yet landed, a dumbfounded pale look on his face."you got to be kidding me shes the worst stow away ever." moving over to her after a quick servy of the area for others. He knew she was hard of hearing but there was a good bet she could hear or at least read lips. "Hay over her, what are you doing your ganna get cought"handing over the plate and glass to her and readying to hurry her off to hiding. Location - Cargo Bay
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Post by Fiona Fiacha on Dec 3, 2011 19:32:31 GMT -6
Fiona considered the dark-haired man, trying to catch what he was saying. Having her processors on made her feel drunk, so she'd turned them down to half-as-loud. She focused intently, unconsciously copying his lip movements as she figured out what he'd said.
"I do not fear being caught," she said. Her voice was odd: flat, strangely devoid of most emotion, and somewhat difficult to understand, somewhat at odds with her almost fae-like appearance - much like she'd been taught to speak by professionals, instead of from infancy. "I am a passenger. I have money to pay my way. I came aboard differently than most but I am willing to pay what is owed."
She looked confusedly at the plate he was attempting to give her, and then some sort of realization dawned on her face. "Ah, you are the one who believes me some sort of saint in a wayside shrine."
She handed him an apple, smiling. "I am no saint, and this tin can down a gravel driveway is no wayside shrine."
Fiona considered him a moment longer, unwilling to let go of the artist's bag still in her grasp, even though the food smelled delicious. "And you, lonely pilgrim along the highway, are not the captain whom I seek. Tell me, is the captain about?"
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Post by kitsune on Dec 3, 2011 20:19:23 GMT -6
Location-Cargo Bay
"Desho? Watashi wa rikai dekimasen. Watashi wa itta nodakara." Moving aside to let her past. "Shes up there eating" a completely stuffied look on his face. He was just dismissed like a child....by a child!! He remained a few more moments. There's no being kind to some people, though she didn't ask for my help did she he thought. then it hit him again she totally just verb-ably slapped him, and she did it with no emotion, kinda like when you step on an ant hill while walking ya just don't care. he realized at that moment that girl was about to talk to the captain, most likely in the same tone and to be coupled with the fact she was a stow away......."OH MAN" running up the stairs after the little girl trying to catch up to her before she talked to the captain who just might space the girl. Location-Cargo Bay/Dining Hall stairs
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Post by Ellie on Dec 3, 2011 20:34:17 GMT -6
Location: Jenny Wren, Galley
Ellie cast an amused glance at Kitsune at his question about Greenlead. Seems he forgot about the cargo they picked up the day before. He obviously was a little off this morning, but she wasn't sure why. His thoughts seemed a little jumpy or something and he excused himself saying something about having something in his room. She watched him leave the galley with her fork half way between the plate and her mouth. He made no sense, something was definitely up.
Pushing her chair back from the table she quietly followed in the direction he went and nearly barreled into him when he stopped in surprise. She just managed to stop herself in time and pull back out of sight. He must have been thoroughly distracted by whatever he was looking at because he did not seem to have noticed her following him.
He proceeded down into the cargo bay in a hurry, announcing "Hey over here, what are you doing your ganna get caught"
Ellie stepped out into the cargo hold behind him and saw a young girl standing in there! She was so surprised by the whole scene that she was speechless for a couple minutes while the girl talked to Kitsune. None of it made much more sense than Kitsune's conversation in the galley had. In fact, it made a great deal less sense! Something about a shrine and a saint...
Ellie drew back into the stairwell to try and sort this out in her mind. Did Kitsune bring this girl on board without consulting her? Why would he do that? And so secretively? She moved to head back into the cargo hold when she collided with the girl, coming to talk to her. She caught her balance quickly and then stepped back. Looking over the girl's shoulder she could see Kitsune come careening to stop, a look of concern on his face.
"What's the matter Kitsune, forget to tell me you brought a girlfriend on board last night?" Ellie gave a sweeping look at the girl and then back at Kitsune, "She's kind of young for you, don't you think? Or are you really more of a lech than I thought...?"
Crossing her arms across her chest, Ellie finally turned her attention to the girl, "Well?" Then waited for some kind of explanation from someone.
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Post by Fiona Fiacha on Dec 3, 2011 23:32:59 GMT -6
Fiona didn't catch everything the redheaded woman said, but it ended with "Well?"
For a split second she considered turning her processors all the way back up. Being able to hear everything would probably outweigh feeling like she was being tossed down a gravel driveway. Shifting the artist's bag to her right hand, she reached for the control unit clipped to her belt with her left, and flicked both processors back up to full power.
"Yes, yes, I can see now. You are the captain very clearly," Fiona said, giving the red-head her full attention. She hoped the captain wouldn't be put off by her voice. She knew she spoke differently than most people - a typical "deafie" voice, as her former speech pathologists had lamented.
"My name is Fiona Fiacha," she went on. "I am a passenger. I am going wherever you are going. I will pay you. As passengers do."
Without meaning to, her gaze flicked to the bag in her hands, which she had stubbornly refused to let go of since her arrival on the ship. It looked odd, her clinging to this bag like she was some sort of child and it her security object, but as she stood here with the tin-can ship roaring in her artificial cochleae, it made her feel stronger.
"Um, thank you for having me on your ship. Also, did you know that birds require gravity to swallow? That's why there are so few off-world parrot smugglers. Um, not that you are an off-world parrot smuggler. Or a smuggler of any sort. I don't know anything about smuggling. I do know quite a bit about birds. And all other things, actually. Like that human thigh bones are stronger than concrete. And that nutmeg is poisonous if injected intravenously. And armadillos can get leprosy, although I'm not sure if anyone's getting leprosy anymore, people or armadillos."
With that she trailed off, realizing she sounded a little like someone who had substituted pudding for brains, and just gripped Fantastical Universes tighter in its bag as she gave the captain a small, quirky sort of smile.
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Post by kitsune on Dec 4, 2011 1:33:08 GMT -6
Location - Cargo Bay/Mess Hall
Slapping his face with his palm to were it covers all of it while dropping his head "What she said birds, digestion, bones so on so forth" dropping his arms to his side and falling back against the wall looking up at the ceiling. "Not my girl, not a lech, hate special hell, no sexy" he thought to him self how could this little girl be so much trouble. "As she said shes a passanger got fair and everything." He used his shoulder to push him off the wall and began to walk past the captain hopeing not to be put in a head lock or asked any questions. obviously the girl and the captain had a bit more talking to do and he should at least go put the dishes down.
Location - Cargo Bay/Mess Hall
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Post by Ellie on Dec 4, 2011 1:58:52 GMT -6
Location: Jenny Wren, Stairwell
There were many moments in Ellie's life when she had not been in control of the situation. There had been an equal number of moments in which she felt like everything had gone sideways. But there were only a select few moments in which, in addition to the aforementioned, she also felt as though somewhere along the way she had missed a step and fallen completely out of sync with reality and somehow managed to end up in some alternate universe where Niska was someone's polite butler and The Alliance made life better for all the planets. This was one of those moments.
As this girl, Fiona her apparent name, stood in front of her and rattled off ridiculous information like an encyclopedia set to randomly dispense useless pieces of trivia in a voice that could only be attributed to some kind of hearing impairment (something the captain surprisingly could identify), Ellie could think of absolutely nothing to say. And it was a rare occasion indeed that left Eloise McKee completely speechless...
Kitsune brushed past her with an air of resignation, presumably to go back to breakfast, leaving Ellie alone with Fiona.
Finally she spoke, "I only have one question for you and I ask that you answer me honestly." She paused a moment and spoke slowly and carefully, not because of the girl's hearing impairment, but rather because she felt like her brain was scrambled and was trying to be as calm as possible. "Have you recently escaped or been released from the bughouse? I ask because, you know, that could present a risk to my other passengers and crew..." It was as polite a way she could think of to ask if this girl was off her head.
In truth, she would have liked to ask about the bag as well, but whatever was in it was obviously very important to the girl so Ellie figured that could wait until later. After she had ascertained the girl was not completely balmy and would not flip out and slit all their throats in the night. And after breakfast. Yes, a normal breakfast was definitely in order right now.
Location: Jenny Wren, Stairwell
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Post by Fiona Fiacha on Dec 4, 2011 22:43:29 GMT -6
Fiona smiled more broadly. She knew many things about bugs, most of them fascinating if you were a "bug" kind of person. "More people are killed every year by champagne corks than poisonous spiders. That is, of course, in places where they're still using corks in champagne bottles. Oh! And there's a species of moth that lives entirely on cow tears. But neither poisonous spiders nor these moths pose a danger to you or your crew. Mostly because those moths only live on planets where there are cows, and because poisonous spiders generally don't find spaceships hospitable places to live."
Then she realized the captain hadn't asked her about bugs. She'd said "bughouse." Which was something completely different.
"Ohh, you think I'm crazy," she said slowly. The stolen book seemed to get heavier in her arms, and instinctively she hugged it tighter to her. "No, I'm not crazy. I'm deaf and I have an IQ of 174 and I speak twelve languages and I love those little cookies filled with raspberry jam, and one time I may have used strongest-hold rubber epoxy to glue my little brother's fingers together right before his piano recital - but all psychological inquiries have determined that I am perfectly not-crazy, if a little eccentric and occasionally unfocused."
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Post by Ellie on Dec 5, 2011 11:46:59 GMT -6
Location: Jenny Wren, Stairwell
Ellie stared in disbelief at Fiona. Cow tears? Rubber Epoxy? The weirdest thing was the girl seemed to be perfectly serious. She knew she should be angry that someone had stowed away on Jenny, but it was all so bizarre that she couldn't find it in herself to be anything other than mildly bewildered.
"Okay, well in that case I suggest you come upstairs and put some food in your stomach."
Ellie led the way up the stairs and into the galley, where Kitsune had retreated to in order to escape the Captain and Fiona. Motioning to the counter where the food was sitting she said, "Help yourself to pancakes and mystery meat."
Ellie settled back down into her seat and nodded to Kitsune, "So, you didn't bring her on board then?"
To Fiona she said, "You know, normally I would have set you right back down where I found you, but I'm on a bit of a tight schedule so I guess you get a ride to Greenleaf. What were you doing hiding on my ship anyway?"
She listened to the other two talk as she finished her breakfast, which had unfortunately gone cold when left sitting on the table too long.
Location: Jenny Wren, Galley
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Post by Fiona Fiacha on Dec 7, 2011 0:35:11 GMT -6
Fiona looked at the breakfast that had been laid out on the table. It looked marginally better than the food she'd been eating on Beaumonde, although that wasn't saying much. "If you're right-handed you tend to chew your food on the right side of your mouth, and if you're left-handed you tend to chew your food on the left side of your mouth. The pupil of the eye expands about 45% when a person is looking at something pleasing."
A pause, as she shifted the book bag in her arms. "Also, I like pancakes."
She sat down, putting the bag on her lap, and leaned in towards the table. "I wasn't hiding on your ship," she said, looking up at the captain, still speaking in her somewhat-eerily flat voice. "My father has a unique preoccupation with Dragonflies. So sad, since he's such a brilliant man otherwise. I say this not to offend you, of course, captain, because I believe that history has proven that most captains have something like a sexual fascination with their ships, even lady captains, but to someone like me it is like being thrown down a gravel driveway in a tin can. By the way, women who read romance novels reportedly make love with their partners almost 74% more than women who do not. Um, but my father, of course, is not deaf, and therefore has no idea what that would feel like. Also, incidentally, he has never flown in a Dragonfly. I suppose he would be a bit disappointed by the experience."
Fiona stopped abruptly, tilted her head, and stared off at something in the corner for a moment. Then she started speaking again: "What was I saying? Oh, yes, I was not hiding on your ship. I was napping. For the past two weeks I have been abiding on Beaumonde, doing a lot of exploring and not very much sleeping. I was tired. I meant to wake myself up to greet whoever handles the monetary end of your business, but I had my processors off and I guess I just didn't hear anything."
She tapped her fingers against the edge of the table and continued, although in a much lower tone: "Porcupines float in water. Ants don't have eyelids. Bamboo can grow up to thirty-six inches in a day. A leech has thirty-two brains. Saint Teresa of Avila is the patron saint of chess players. Beethoven's Ninth Symphony at any tempo is always precisely seventy-two minutes."
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