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What did he do?
Not much. He thought I would have magic. I didn't. He could have more fun elsewhere.
Trisana, where are you right now?
[Rosethorn sounds a little exasperated, but not angry or upset. That could mean almost anything, especially as touchy as she's been lately.]
[Rosethorn sounds a little exasperated, but not angry or upset. That could mean almost anything, especially as touchy as she's been lately.]
The library. Is everything alright, or do I need to ask Boyd to walk me up?
[Last minute, because it only just occurred to her:]
I don't know your plans for this evening, but you may wish to be below decks by midnight.
These 'fireworks' may be something to look at, but they're made with a kind of boom-dust. Personally, I don't think I'll ever find the noise - or the smell - entertaining.
[She might've had a bit of a flashback, last year. She plans on spending the whole evening in her cabin, this time.]
I don't know your plans for this evening, but you may wish to be below decks by midnight.
These 'fireworks' may be something to look at, but they're made with a kind of boom-dust. Personally, I don't think I'll ever find the noise - or the smell - entertaining.
[She might've had a bit of a flashback, last year. She plans on spending the whole evening in her cabin, this time.]
[Tris is absolutely not interested in being anywhere near that. She might even head to one of the lower decks than her own.]
Thank you for the warning. I will be. And I'll keep my winds off the deck too. I don't want them carrying sounds to me.
Thank you for the warning. I will be. And I'll keep my winds off the deck too. I don't want them carrying sounds to me.
[Once she's sure Mick isn't about to turn on her, Ruby shoots Tries a fast text:]
fire in the library
wheres fire extinguisher???
[She'll remember later that Tris might not know what that is.]
fire in the library
wheres fire extinguisher???
[She'll remember later that Tris might not know what that is.]
How bad?
[But Tris isn't waiting for an answer. She's already out of bed, scarcely taking the time to pull on a robe and shoes before sprinting out of the cabin and down the stairs. She'd have forgone even the shoes if she weren't afraid of burning her feet if it turned out to be a significant fire.]
[She has slept over before, of course, but she had been recovering from...not being. And he had not minded that at all. He had been glad to be able to offer her any comfort he could.
And now she is recovered. He is just as glad to welcome her into his cabin and the bed that is his when it isn't a pool.]
So. You met mummy.
[Not, possibly the most romantic start to an evening, but it's on his mind.]
And now she is recovered. He is just as glad to welcome her into his cabin and the bed that is his when it isn't a pool.]
So. You met mummy.
[Not, possibly the most romantic start to an evening, but it's on his mind.]
[Tris props herself on her elbows, looking at Francesco. She doesn't mind the topic. If anything, she's shocked they didn't have this conversation immediately.]
I did. Is there anything you especially want to know?
I did. Is there anything you especially want to know?
Even though Steve's managed to convince Iris to take Libby somewhere safe (at least for the duration of whatever's going to happen, if something does), it doesn't mean he stops patrolling with Tris. There are certainly mornings when Steve would like to avoid doing much at all, but he nonetheless keeps showing up at the correct cabin door at the appointed time, simply because sticking to what routine he has seems like as good an anchor as any. Besides, Tris is his friend, and if she wants to patrol, then he'd like her to have a partner while she does it.
Tris doesn't summon up a smile for Steve, just nods a greeting and lets Gealach give him a much more enthusiastic one. The puppy rears up on her hind paws to fling herself at Steve's legs. "I'm glad you're here. I need to tell you something. Would you rather come in or talk while we're moving?"
There's no sense wasting time getting to the point. Tris is still sorting through her conflicted feelings, but Steve deserves to know.
Spam, right before the Split Second Finish event, after the library fire
orderfromchaos
2017-07-11 11:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[He arrives a minute after talking to her, eyes widening at the extent of the damage, not because he can't fix it, but because it's worrying it could so easily happen at all.]
Re: Spam, right before the Split Second Finish event, after the library fire
stormandwind
2017-07-12 04:17 pm (UTC)(link)
Tris nods a greeting, soot streaking her face and hands (but not, oddly, her dress.) Tension is still visible through her shoulders, and it isn't going to fade out until she actually sees the books put themselves back together.
"I appreciate this," she tells him again.
[Erskine is wearing his bright grin that suggests he's had what he'd fall a fantastic idea (though the slight subtleties between his grins can be hard to distinguish).]
Hey, Tris. I just wanted to let you know, I think I've finally figured out the last sigil I was working to hold the sword together once activated. Don't worry, I'll try it on deck and inside a protective circle just in case it explodes instead. But I thought you might want to see after all the work I put into it.
[Another grin and wave and he's off. Possibly to play with an exploding, fiery sword.]
Hey, Tris. I just wanted to let you know, I think I've finally figured out the last sigil I was working to hold the sword together once activated. Don't worry, I'll try it on deck and inside a protective circle just in case it explodes instead. But I thought you might want to see after all the work I put into it.
[Another grin and wave and he's off. Possibly to play with an exploding, fiery sword.]
"Don't you think this ship has had quite enough fire for the time being?" Tris snaps.
She doesn't bother waiting for an answer, just storms up to the deck and puts her hands on her hips the second Erskine comes into view.
Quentin: his abilities would fit but seems unlikely, still, flood and possession and so on
Bill: always a possibility because of his ability to possess people but that would make still make it a two person cover up
the Time Lords: I believe time lords have powers over perception and other such abilities
Newt: having seen what people from his universe can do I wouldn't place it out of possibility though he doesn't seem the type
Chloe: she could probably brew up something to simulate it
Jean Grey/Hope Summers: both with telepathic abilities and more
Someone with a connection to the 'Force': I don't know how much Kylo Ren has access to but I believe this falls in to their general abilities
Orpheus: I don't have a full grasp on his magic but it doesn't seem out of the realms of possibility
Ardyn: from what he's said I believe he has some sort of powers and he's talked with Helen, but he has inmate limitations so who knows
Note: due to the barge and the fact we were in a flood I can't really judge the likelihood of any of them doing this, even if it would be against their character in a normal situation. This is also just a first list. It also doesn't include those who might have powers and yet keep them secret.
Bill: always a possibility because of his ability to possess people but that would make still make it a two person cover up
the Time Lords: I believe time lords have powers over perception and other such abilities
Newt: having seen what people from his universe can do I wouldn't place it out of possibility though he doesn't seem the type
Chloe: she could probably brew up something to simulate it
Jean Grey/Hope Summers: both with telepathic abilities and more
Someone with a connection to the 'Force': I don't know how much Kylo Ren has access to but I believe this falls in to their general abilities
Orpheus: I don't have a full grasp on his magic but it doesn't seem out of the realms of possibility
Ardyn: from what he's said I believe he has some sort of powers and he's talked with Helen, but he has inmate limitations so who knows
Note: due to the barge and the fact we were in a flood I can't really judge the likelihood of any of them doing this, even if it would be against their character in a normal situation. This is also just a first list. It also doesn't include those who might have powers and yet keep them secret.
Thank you, Erskine. I'll send this along to Helen.
injury:injury injury location: level infirmary magic coding is so annoy delete the damn repetition stop
Tris doesn't bother answering, just drops what she's doing in the library and heads straight for the infirmary to hover and hope Erskine actually tells her what happened.
[Bill sounds like he's in that zone of exhaustion where everything seems like an amazing, great idea.]
HEY, RED! BOY, LONG TIME NO TALK, HUH? HOW'S IT GOING? GREAT? GREAT! DID YOUR INMATE TELL YOU THE NEWS?
HEY, RED! BOY, LONG TIME NO TALK, HUH? HOW'S IT GOING? GREAT? GREAT! DID YOUR INMATE TELL YOU THE NEWS?
Re: (voice) some time before or after the magical cats thing, just not during
stormandwind
2017-12-18 09:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[She's been expecting this. ...And Red is preferable to his usual nicknames.]
He did. I take it you've changed your tune on needing an exchange in order to end a deal?
Erskine finds Tris in the library; he's holding a covered bowl and wearing a grin that suggests he's even more impressed with himself than usual.
"Good day, my dearest warden."
"Good day, my dearest warden."
"Your only warden," she returns, dry and wary. "What is it you want, Erskine?"
Tris, I need your help. I don't have time to explain everything, but it's Bill.
Edited 2018-04-30 16:36 (UTC)
What do you need? I won't harm him, but if I can stop him from causing harm, I'll do it. [She owes it to Erskine not to get herself demoted.]
Mick's on his way to the enclosure. Mostly to run another training scenario. They are a good way to get all other thoughts out of your head. And right now his head is spinning with them.
But when he gets to the deck he spots someone doing something weird. Curiosity is one of Mick's problems, even if he tries to keep it in check most of the time. This time though he doesn't manage and he makes his way over there until he sees who it is doing it. He is about to turn around when he gets a good look at what Tris is actually doing and he stops in his tracks, just looking at her hands in awe.
But when he gets to the deck he spots someone doing something weird. Curiosity is one of Mick's problems, even if he tries to keep it in check most of the time. This time though he doesn't manage and he makes his way over there until he sees who it is doing it. He is about to turn around when he gets a good look at what Tris is actually doing and he stops in his tracks, just looking at her hands in awe.
Edited 2018-05-26 05:29 (UTC)
Tris pauses in what she's doing, a rod of glass literally melting and starting to droop as she waves it above her empty, open hand. She attaches it to a ball of glass she's holding in her other hand, then glances up at Mick.
"Hello, Mick."
"Hello, Mick."
Re: Can we just say this happens more currently, please?
hottestrogue
- 2018-07-04 18:30 (UTC) - ExpandRe: Can we just say this happens more currently, please?
stormandwind
- 2018-07-05 16:28 (UTC) - ExpandRe: Can we just say this happens more currently, please?
hottestrogue
- 2018-07-04 18:30 (UTC) - ExpandGenerally, Hope doesn't go looking for Tris in her cabin without sending a message first. She can find her easily enough elsewhere if she wants to talk or just spend time with her, and she has a vague notion of politeness - and making sure that she won't be wasting her time.
This time, though, she knocks on Tris' door after dinner with nothing foretelling her arrival, a Tupperware container with cupcakes in one hand and a folder under her other arm.
This time, though, she knocks on Tris' door after dinner with nothing foretelling her arrival, a Tupperware container with cupcakes in one hand and a folder under her other arm.
"Dessert and paperwork?" Tris raises her eyebrows. Even if Hope's habits didn't indicate something specific, that would be enough.
She steps aside. "Come in, Hope. What warrants this visit?"
Tris is one of Shiro's favorite people on the barge. Definitely one of the ones she spends the most time with, too; they try new things like hang gliding in the Enclosure, cook together in the kitchens, take language lessons together from Helen, practicing Japanese, or even just reading in comfortable silence.
It's one of the latter kind of days, both of them sitting under a shady tree in the Enclosure, animals napping around them, when Shiro suddenly speaks, picking up thoughtfully like they'd just left off a conversation.
"Do you remember that time we kissed?"
It's one of the latter kind of days, both of them sitting under a shady tree in the Enclosure, animals napping around them, when Shiro suddenly speaks, picking up thoughtfully like they'd just left off a conversation.
"Do you remember that time we kissed?"
Tris is always comfortable sprawled in the Enclosure with Shiro and the dogs. She closes her book at that question, a mark that she's really paying attention.
"It may have been another life, but I'm hardly about to forget kissing you. Why?"
Tris has spent enough time buried in geography and biology and photography books in the library that her list of places to visit in the Enclosure grows longer rather than shorter. Today she's sprawled with Fives in a grassy valley, with green mountains rising up all around them, palm trees towering on the slopes, clouds threading between the peaks.
She idly runs her hand through his hair as she reads her book. She'd willingly switch to reading aloud upon request, but otherwise she's perfectly happy with quiet, only interrupted by the occasional bird.
Tris hardly ever relaxes this much without actively meditating. It's nice.
She idly runs her hand through his hair as she reads her book. She'd willingly switch to reading aloud upon request, but otherwise she's perfectly happy with quiet, only interrupted by the occasional bird.
Tris hardly ever relaxes this much without actively meditating. It's nice.
Fives had spent some time clambering up the mountain sides and shinning up the palm trees, just because they were there and he wanted to explore, but he's come back to join Tris now, barefoot and stripped down to a t-shirt, curled contentedly up against her side with an arm draped over her waist and using her chest as a pillow as has become his habit. She doesn't seem to mind and it's comfortable and... well, it's comfortable. Very soft. He likes it a lot.
He hums quietly at the fingers threading through his hair and actually lets his eyes drift shut. He won't actually sleep, but he can rest like this again now, listening to her heartbeat and feeling her warmth and presence and knowing, absolutely and without question, when and where he is.
"What are you reading?" he murmurs after a few long, quiet moments, idly curious.
He hums quietly at the fingers threading through his hair and actually lets his eyes drift shut. He won't actually sleep, but he can rest like this again now, listening to her heartbeat and feeling her warmth and presence and knowing, absolutely and without question, when and where he is.
"What are you reading?" he murmurs after a few long, quiet moments, idly curious.
Jean has been meaning to do this for a while, and she's finally decided to forget waffling on the right time, or what Tris's exact age is, or how good an Example she's setting here and just go for it.
When she knocks on Tris' door, several bottles of alcohol are floating around her. "Hi. I was wondering if you - well. It's been rough, lately." In so many different ways. "So, as a friend - " Not a mentor, not a role model, certainly not a mother. "Do you want to get drunk for a little bit?"
When she knocks on Tris' door, several bottles of alcohol are floating around her. "Hi. I was wondering if you - well. It's been rough, lately." In so many different ways. "So, as a friend - " Not a mentor, not a role model, certainly not a mother. "Do you want to get drunk for a little bit?"
"I, ah." It isn't an offer Tris expected. Jean clearly needs this, though, or she wouldn't be standing here asking. "I've been alright for the most part. I'm certainly willing to keep you company while you drink, but I can't join you. "
Mostly as a joke, she adds, "Unless I shut myself in Zero, of course. I can't control my power if I'm drunk. Rosethorn doesn't touch alcohol either."
Lark comes to work one day with Alec's latest stack of returns in a backpack that one of his ingenious friends made for him long ago. He's able to wriggle out of it and leave the bag on the ground, and then he pads over to Tris and tries to wriggle up onto her lap.
A dog his size would already be an unwelcome guest to most people, but Lark is a 6'2 man compacted into a medium-large dog's build. He's the same weight, of course, but he's much more dense as a wolf.
He's well aware of how heavy he is, but, Tris. Tris.
He's had a terrible month.
A dog his size would already be an unwelcome guest to most people, but Lark is a 6'2 man compacted into a medium-large dog's build. He's the same weight, of course, but he's much more dense as a wolf.
He's well aware of how heavy he is, but, Tris. Tris.
He's had a terrible month.
She hears wolf claws on the floor as Lark approaches and looks up from her book to greet him with a small smile before going back to her reading. ...Then he starts trying to climb into her lap.
"Lark," she protests firmly. "This chair is absolutely not big enough for a person and a wolf. If you insist on climbing on me, at least let me sit on the floor first."
Good morning! My name is Sandy. I was told to contact you by Quentin about either hang gliding or baking lessons. I'm roughly experienced in both and I'm happy to take lessons in either.
You don't have a preference one way or the other?
This is 'Tris' who works in the library, correct?
I'm told if I want to leave something there in the library, I must contact you first for permission.
I'm told if I want to leave something there in the library, I must contact you first for permission.
That would be me. What can I do for you? [Relatively neutral]
[ The voice is smooth, with a crisp British accent. It is also utterly unfamiliar for the moment, at least. There is, in the background, a soft rasping sound.]
Good... whatever time it happens to be as time largely doesn't mean much of anything here, apparently.
[ A clearing of the throat.]
My name is Jonathan Sims, a warden just arrived on board. I've been told that you, Miss Kal-El, are the warden currently responsible for the library at this time. I'm contacting you concerning two rather important matters, and I was hoping you might be able to assist me with them given your... domain, as it were.
The first is to find out if you have ever seen or know about any books which bear the nameplate of a gentleman by the name of Jurgen Leitner. Or would be willing to look through a listing of the books that I happen to be aware of which might hold similar properties to Mr. Leitner's former property in the interest of protecting those here from harm.
The second is to find out if there are any further positions in the library which might be fulfilled by a warden. I certainly don't presume to challenge your authority, of course, but I am a researcher and archivist by trade, and I admit that my contributions might best be made in such a location, especially if it appears that no such texts have come to your attention as of yet.
Should you wish to find me to discuss either of these matters, I have been assigned cabin 205, or I expect you'll find me in your library. I would be the gentleman with...
[ A soft, tired breath out. ]
...all the scars.
[ And a nice, deep breath in.]
That said, I appreciate your assistance in these matters and wish you a good day. Thank you for listening. Recor- er... Sta-... um.
Message ends.
Good... whatever time it happens to be as time largely doesn't mean much of anything here, apparently.
[ A clearing of the throat.]
My name is Jonathan Sims, a warden just arrived on board. I've been told that you, Miss Kal-El, are the warden currently responsible for the library at this time. I'm contacting you concerning two rather important matters, and I was hoping you might be able to assist me with them given your... domain, as it were.
The first is to find out if you have ever seen or know about any books which bear the nameplate of a gentleman by the name of Jurgen Leitner. Or would be willing to look through a listing of the books that I happen to be aware of which might hold similar properties to Mr. Leitner's former property in the interest of protecting those here from harm.
The second is to find out if there are any further positions in the library which might be fulfilled by a warden. I certainly don't presume to challenge your authority, of course, but I am a researcher and archivist by trade, and I admit that my contributions might best be made in such a location, especially if it appears that no such texts have come to your attention as of yet.
Should you wish to find me to discuss either of these matters, I have been assigned cabin 205, or I expect you'll find me in your library. I would be the gentleman with...
[ A soft, tired breath out. ]
...all the scars.
[ And a nice, deep breath in.]
That said, I appreciate your assistance in these matters and wish you a good day. Thank you for listening. Recor- er... Sta-... um.
Message ends.
The library could use one more warden. I'd prefer you get Lark's blessing as well, particularly if you intend to work the same shift he does. He's an inmate, but he's been working there for the past year and a half. I don't consider myself solely responsible for the library. He deserves a say.
The library here is extensive. My primary areas of interest are scientific nonfiction, myths and fairy tales, and occasionally the histories of various worlds. I keep an eye on other sections and search for subjects upon request, but if no one has requested a topic or an author, chances are I haven't stumbled over it yet.
What sort of harm do Leitner's books cause? Are there specific titles or authors I ought to be aware of? I'd suggest posting a warning, but some people on board have more curiosity than they do self preservation.
...Actually, if you'd rather discuss this over tea, you're welcome to come across the hall. My cabin is 206, though I usually only use it for a workroom. I live elsewhere.
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