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[evite]

Who: daisy johnson (evite) + various & sundry
What: misfire shenanigans + overflow threads.
When: july - august
Where: nadril
Warning(s): none as of yet — will update as required.

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MISFIRES — open prompt.

[evite]

( over and over throughout the morning, daisy's communicator has buzzed in her pocket. each time, the message has been complete nonsense — worse, the message hasn't even come from someone she recognizes. each message comes from a garble of alphanumeric something or other, as if a83nd2jf and z73kd132s were supposed to be old friends.

suffice it to say, she's a little annoyed. no, she doesn't know anything about robot dogs (do they eat nuts and bolts?) or how to cure a hangover (pedialite isn't a thing in space?) or where to find oversized socks in this frozen wasteland — but what she does know is technology. if their space captives have been hacked, she'll be damned if she's not going to try and help. thus, her log of incoming messages and their associated handles. there doesn't seem to be a pattern, as even messages that seem to come from one person belong to vastly different usernames, but she's going to try. which means... unfortunately... flagging down a (perhaps unwilling) test subject. )

Hey. Hey! ( yes, she's talking to you. ) What's your number?

OVERFLOW — closed / jim kirk.

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( a soft hum of consideration is all that daisy offers as an immediate reply. she doesn't know darma at all, barely understands how she got to be on nadril or thesa station for that matter, and doesn't entirely feel confident about how she feels yet one way or the other. right now, all she can do is try to figure her moves out one at a time.

today, that move is to find things that seem useful and gather them. thus, yanking on a bit of metal backing in an attempt to expose more of what she assumes is coolant tubing. )

I should have brought a bigger pack with me. Half of this isn't even going to fit.

OVERFLOW — closed / bucky barnes.

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( she laughs, a sound that's muffled by the wind whipping around them, and grips tightly to the hand in hers as they trudge forward into the white. the gear the natha had been kind enough to bequeath unto the passengers was certainly doing its part; at least, her feet hadn't frozen clean off with each step into the thick drifts of snow. she's glad for that, if anything. )

I think the closest I've gotten to experience is a snowglobe I got and then immediately broke.

( she doesn't sound too sad about it. the snowglobe had been pretty ugly. )

Foster family number six ended pretty quick after that. Maybe this is my karmic reward.

OVERFLOW — closed / clarke griffin.

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Eh. ( she shrugs, taking her own drink in hand and pushing the other in the other girl's direction. ) They're all three sheets to the wind anyway. I'm pretty sure a little white lie won't kill me.

( and if it does, she'll just find some other stranger to mack on. what a hard life she's living. )

I'm Daisy, by the way.

OVERFLOW — closed / all might.

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( her brows knit together for a moment, confusion evident; he doesn't seem like he could possibly be that old, but the choice of phrase is definitely a weird one. the expression passes quickly, though — she mostly just assumes it must be a cultural thing. the japanese were pretty weird, as a rule. )

Well, if it makes you feel any better, I don't think we're going to experience very many tsunamis here in the space version of the North Pole. ( a beat. ) Kind of makes me wonder where all the reindeer are hiding.

( does space have santa claus? probably not, but daisy's going with the joke anyway. )

OVERFLOW — closed / futaba sakura.

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( at first, daisy thinks maybe the girl's just giving her space to work. clearing a path in case of debris, maybe. but that's not it, because she keeps moving even when daisy's got plenty of space to work with.

it should be weird. but, to even her own surprise, it just feels... well, normal, for lack of a better word. not normal, every-day sort of behavior, but normal for how daisy grew up, one of a hundred plus kids crammed into group orphanages and then one of a handful shoved into group homes and then shuttled into bursting-at-the-seams foster homes that didn't have space for her to begin with.

the girl's almost painfully shy behavior just feels familiar to daisy, in a way that takes her back to a place she hadn't been since childhood; it doesn't faze her enough to call the girl out on it, in any case. she just tries to work around it, doing her best to side-step once she figures out how much space to give. )

Okay. Right side, maybe.

( if she's not going to get a headnod, she'll take a quiet murmur of active listening instead. and since futaba's not outright complaining... she'll just go ahead and yank. the mirror doesn't quite come off, but it certainly budges, the hinge screeching in protest. )

Want to give it a try?

OVERFLOW — closed / cheryl blossom.

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Yeah. ( or, you know. something like that. ) Brute force will get you everywhere, I guess.

( at least the bedpost is free now, though, which means they can actually use it to try and clear through some of the snowy build up in front of the more interesting rooms. always a good thing. )

If you think you've gotten your fill of space bras and junior high diaries, want to check out some of the control rooms now?