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[winddaughter]

Who: Merlin (politrick) & Anemone (winddaughter), Rhys (rhygret)
What: Sleepwalking teenager and sullen wizards, ice cream and sad souls, intro log #3 overflow
When: November & December
Where: Thesa Station, Wyver
Warning(s): sulking broody idiots overall, mentions of medication/drugs on Nov. 27th, minor violence

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Nov. 26th -- Merlin

[winddaughter]

[She went back to Olympia sooner than she should have, but she wanted to help assist with the cleanup (and Wyver made her physically ill to be around), and she wanted to find her stupid roommate. A few calls later, a few auto-replies, and she's been about as useful as a brick.

Needless to say she's been staying on the Station more often than not, as though she's more likely to sleep in the smaller quarters and not a very empty house.

She left Gulliver back in those quarters, not exactly on purpose. He'd probably meant to stop her from wandering out, barely awake and a wobble in her step, but she got out somehow nonetheless, so she's moving around Thesa in a nightgown and bare feet and probably looks like the living dead (still not as pale and cold as Koltira though.)]

[politrick]

[The Station isn't a place Merlin likes to be, all things considered. It's cold and clinical and so... unlike anything he can understand or relate to, it's good for showing up to check on who's awake or not maybe once every couple months and then avoiding it altogether the rest of the time. Usually, he wouldn't be up here at all without the spreading rumor that more people are waking up, but...

Well, it's been months in this place without a familiar face, and he's goddamn lonely. It seems like everyone he's met and liked well enough in his time here is leaving, too - whether they've gone back into stasis or they're moving back to Olympia without him. It's been a while since he had to acknowledge feeling this alone.

So. Sulking in the Station. He pokes into the stasis unit but doesn't linger, eventually winding up just sitting in a corridor nearby the sleeping quarters. He doesn't want to stay up here too long, but he doesn't want to go back to Wyver yet, either... so it's while he's sitting on the floor staring at the wall across from him that he catches the movement of another person out of the corner of his eye. Ah?]

...Are you alright?

[winddaughter]

[She almost steps on him. On purpose. She stops walking and stares down at him and there's very definitely the need to inflict pain on him because he's right there and he's talking to her, so clearly he doesn't know any better.

Stupid boys.

(She imagines crushing the heel of her foot onto the top of one of his. It's the only reason she gets any words out.)

Her voice is flat.]

Do I look alright?

[It'd probably be a safe question to answer if this was a normal situation.]

Nov. 27th -- Rhys

[winddaughter]

[The Station's definitely been her new habitat as of late. Until more people flow back to Olympia, she just... can't function right now. And with... everyone gone...

Dammit.

She never wanted to become reliant on people, and this is why. Because they don't stay, whether or not they had any choice.

(And yet here she is, reliant on Rhys.)

She's taken up in one of the lounge areas, not so much reserving it as she was biting anyone's head off that dared to bother her. She was hardly in the mood.

So she's waiting, legs folded under her, light, comfortable clothes--not quite her nightclothes--and someone that Rhys hasn't met yet: Gulliver comfortably snug in her lap.]

[rhygret]

[ Rhys takes a little longer than the fifteen minutes he promised, but in his defence it's because he had to stop by the station kitchens and grab the ice cream promised for their aforementioned pity-party. He grabs two small pints, one for each of them, and when he shows up he's in light clothes more fitting for a humid jungle climate than an environmentally-controlled space station.

He misses his custom suit :c

He's also missed Anemone, and when he sees her and the...stuffed toy? in her lap he calls out, holding up one of the ice cream pints. ]

Hey! Sorry I'm late. I was grabbing provisions.

[winddaughter]

[Except that "stuffed toy" looks up when Rhys enters and blinks twice at him, settling further into Anemone's lap and then just staring.

Anemone, though looking quite out of sorts, still smiles when she sees him the ice cream and holds out her hands.]

It's fine. I wasn't timing you or anything.

Intro Log #3 Overflow -- Sol

[winddaughter]

original

Fine. It's better than nothing.

[He doesn't know how to get back, and yet he's trying to lead her. She tosses up her hands in aggravation when he turns his back, fingers curling as though miming choking someone, as though she were capable of getting through his thick muscles.

All in all, she would have preferred "a little."

But she doesn't want to be alone, likely to get caught up by vines, so she sinks into the sullen teenager mode, folds her arms, and trudges after him. She's sore and that's stupid, she's built better than this, but she's too much out of shape.

A sigh, and then, manners.] Thank you I guess. If we get more lost though, I might punch you. [That's definitely how manners work, right?]

Intro Log #3 Overflow -- Rocket

[winddaughter]

original

Good, I'd hate to fly with someone that sucks. [Piloting skills probably won't help them with the harmonization in the end, but neither of them know that. But still, she doesn't look too worried even when the ship has a slow, odd start.]

Temperamental just means it has character! [She nudges at a few more buttons, some very old memories churning in the back of her mind from when she was small and learning. Seems alright.] I'm a bit jealous though, I never got to leave the planet. We never got that far with technology, I guess. Or maybe we just had other, stupid concerns. I don't know.

[beatupgrass]

[Rocket shakes his head, ears twitching. He wasn't really expecting those memories to come up, and they're close enough to his own that he almost dismisses it. Almost...]

You sound like you're from Earth. That's the exact kind of logic I expect from Earthers. [A beat] Man, d'you feel that? It's like I got an itch in the back of my head.

[and all the while, the ship is still a little shaky. He's starting to put two and two together about that one.]

[winddaughter]

Well I am from Earth, so that just figures. It's starting to sound like a running theme that other Earths suck. [Lame. Why couldn't she be born on some other, cool planet? ...But then she'd never have met Dominic, she supposes.

She thinks on his "itch" comment, frowning. She doesn't usually like to focus on whatever's going on with her head. It's... safer that way, always afraid she'll just... fall out of herself. So it takes her some time to really find that same thing he's talking about, and she has to stomp down on the alarm it causes her.]

What is that? If we're both feeling it...

Intro Log #3 Overflow -- Duo

[winddaughter]

original

Yes please. Slow and steady is boring. [And she needs to get out and see the stars for herself--the Observation Deck won't have anything on this.

(It isn't exactly that she's "all talk" but this method of piloting... well, it's different than what she's used to. The memories start to come back, but...)]

I should mention I've never flown through space before, so if there's anything operational-wise that focuses on that, I won't know it. [She smiles, sheepish.] But I catch on quick.

Intro Log #3 Overflow -- Cayde-6

[winddaughter]

original

[She doesn't have time to make a move to hit him, because the moment the ship is out of the docks and surrounded by blackness, there's only a few sweet, sweet seconds where it's smooth sailing.

Almost in-sync with Anemone flying up out of her chair, fists up, and the turbulence hits, knocking her off balance.]

What--?! What did you do?!

[Because of course she's blaming him. He's the one at the controls, after all.]

Intro Log #3 Overflow -- Koltira

[winddaughter]

original

[He's so cool.]

No, I'm okay! You got to me just in time.

[She beams.]

[respired]

A relief, then.

[ He looks her over; meanwhile, the vines remain restless. Koltira finally just draws the greatsword from his back, brandishing it as one particularly thick customer rises up before them. He slices it, and a chunk of vine falls with a wet thump to the forest floor, wriggling. Koltira steps forward, making to usher her away from these trees. ]

If you don't know the way, I will lead you forward.

[winddaughter]

[She watches the motion with a sharpened, focused gaze.

She nods once, and takes a step over the ruined vines, following.]

I'll trust you to get us out of this.

Intro Log #3 Overflow -- Crowley

[winddaughter]

original

You must know all about ugly faces with one like yours! [It's all reflex with how she snaps back. It's natural for her to be this volatile, especially to someone that acts the same way she would, were the situations reversed.

She never told anyone she liked herself, after all.

(She wishes his face was actually ugly. Ugh.]

[eusford]

[ Everybody does, apparently. ]

Oh, you wound me. [ Feigned, of course; his face doesn't even show any signs of pain or offense by her words. ] I've been seeing the same face for far too long, I definitely need some adjustments. You have any suggestions?

[ And before she even answers he quickly interrupts-- ] A black eye, a busted lip, I've heard it all before, y'know?

[winddaughter]

Took the words right out of my mouth.

[And he did, truly. Black eye was the first thing that came to mind. How annoying. She'll have to get at least a little creative. She kneels down and runs a finger underneath the (non-wiggling) brush to find the soil beneath, and then flicks it right at his face, grinning.]

Intro Log #3 Overflow -- Reinhardt

[winddaughter]

original

I've been through a lot worse than this.

[Which probably isn't something she should admit to, and she probably should be more bothered by it, but, well, that's the life of a weapon soldier.]

Definitely not as bad as it would've been if that stupid plant had actually got me! Thanks a bunch! [And he looks okay, too, so it's win-win.]

i'm so sorry. the link took me to a different overflow and I never looked down.

[panzersoldat]

Think nothing of it. [ It's not and it makes his heart go out to her. Some young girl shouldn't have to be able to say such things. He knows worlds are different and that there are women who are far better fighters and soldiers than he'll ever be, but he still thinks that a young person like her should be able to live life without pain. ]

Yes. Those plants are terrible. You know, it tried to steal my hammer from me? It was very funny. I laughed til I cried because it was to heavy. You though... Do you want me to accompany you to make sure it doesn't take you. You're far more valuable than my hammer.

....whoops that's what I get for doing like seven of them at once

[winddaughter]

[There's the briefest of flinches when he uses the word 'valuable' but she smooths it away under a mask because his story is funny and she knows--at least she doesn't think--that he means it in any way that she's used to.]

Yes, please. I like flying, but not in this kind of sense. I'd like to avoid it.

Intro Log #3 Overflow -- Takasugi

[winddaughter]

original

[Profit? Nope, she's got nothing much to give, and her first (and second, and third) thought would never be to pay someone. Favor, though. Favor, definitely.

Especially because she recognizes him, and not in a bad way. She flashes a look of a appreciation at the sword and then one of delight at him and his help, already quickly moving now that she's able, certainly doesn't have to be told twice. And now, now she's careful. Now she's learned her lesson and keeping alert, watching her surroundings with eyes that are used to seeing more than most people.

She's sliding out of that teenage civilian role she's fallen into and gone back towards the fighter. It was stupid of her to even let herself go into that role in the first place--look where it's gotten her.]

I owe you one! [She's moving, but it isn't far, just a few feet, never letting herself stand in the same spot for more than a minute.] Do you know the way out of here? I got turned around too much!

[shikomizue]

[Favors are often more valuable than money - they're a payment Takasugi takes readily. Though, Anemone isn't one he's looking to use and leave behind so quickly.

She's worth more than a girl shouting for help in the dirt.]

Aa. [He'll allow her to repay him in time.

Takasugi's step isn't quite as cautious as his new companion's; his sword remains drawn, swiping through any vine interrupting his path. With such weak branches, these trees won't even dull his blade.] Follow me.

[His voice is calm - he doesn't know the exact route, but he knows the way he's come, and there's a group ahead of them they can follow once they find the main path.]

Did you get separated, or were you wandering alone? [Is there anyone looking for her?]

Intro Log #3 Overflow -- Yu

[winddaughter]

original

Her lead in truth isn't entirely reliable, but thankfully their spark of cooperation is enough to help out smooth the edges of Anemone trying to remember basic piloting skills.

"Do you know anything about space?" She starts tapping at various things, bits and places, fiddling with settings. The space ship version of adjusting your mirrors. And then, she starts them moving, humming softly with the sound of the ship. "I don't know anything, except the whole lack of air and gravity thing. So I could really use some help in that regards!"

Look at that, she's even happy enough in this situation that she's willing to ask for assistance. Progress.

[izanyagi]

"I've dreams of going to space since I was a child," he admitted. "But as far as being in space...not really. I've played a few games and watched sentai shows that take place in space..."

He's standing next to her, mostly in silence and watching what she is doing. Okay this button does this, and the other one she is pressing is causing that reaction.

"I'll do my best not to disappoint you."