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Fun. [eyes gleam] What are the vulgar ones? I'll grow those next.
[Almost breezily] Neither am I, and I have a cabin. I believe one is given over to storing artifacts now, too? [Right across from her. Which she was not consulted about.]
[Pressing on-]It's not exactly standard procedure for a ship to have people of any description wandering around the communal areas displaced, is it? Even if you don't expect them, you find them somewhere to stay. There are plenty of empty cabins, and nobody else will be disturbed or made uncomfortable if Sparkles is over at the far end with me.
[Pressing on-]It's not exactly standard procedure for a ship to have people of any description wandering around the communal areas displaced, is it? Even if you don't expect them, you find them somewhere to stay. There are plenty of empty cabins, and nobody else will be disturbed or made uncomfortable if Sparkles is over at the far end with me.
Hmmm. They sent one to Anton that had yellow carnations, foxglove and orange lilies. From what I understand, it was about the equivalent of saying "fuck you." Apparently it offended quite a few people who saw it at the reception desk in the Midnight Hotel. Anton liked the lilies, though, so there it sat.
[he tilts his head to emphasize his grin.]
As for vulgar, vulgar... You can never go wrong with red flowers. I imagine the more exotic they are, the more passionate the message.
[he tilts his head to emphasize his grin.]
As for vulgar, vulgar... You can never go wrong with red flowers. I imagine the more exotic they are, the more passionate the message.
[ He is! Alive and not primarily homicidal are good qualities in a neighbour. ]
// How long is their life cycle? Do they need any supplemental nutrients?
[ The slight weight on their manipulator arm draws Bastion's attention once more. ]
// I made cake as a reward/celebration. [ They stoop down and place it at the foot of the door. ]
// How long is their life cycle? Do they need any supplemental nutrients?
[ The slight weight on their manipulator arm draws Bastion's attention once more. ]
// I made cake as a reward/celebration. [ They stoop down and place it at the foot of the door. ]
Hm...
[he pauses, clearly distracted again, and looks up at him with a grin.]
I have no idea which one's done it, but you somehow look even more beautiful than normal. How could I possibly love you more than I always do?
[he pauses, clearly distracted again, and looks up at him with a grin.]
I have no idea which one's done it, but you somehow look even more beautiful than normal. How could I possibly love you more than I always do?
[a longish pause where he has to remember that if he's not showing himself he can't just shrug and leave it at that.]
I don't know.
I don't know.
[ Its next words stun her to silence, completely breaking what happiness she was just feeling a second ago. This is what she had been fearing. She had been worrying so much about how it would keep doing whatever she wanted. ]
...
[ Fio dips her head, clutching the fabric flower to her chest. ]
Please... don't call me that. [ Shakily, going into tears. ] I'm- I'm not... I'm not your Master. We're... friends. I don't wanna be your master. I don't wanna be anything terrible like that...
...
[ Fio dips her head, clutching the fabric flower to her chest. ]
Please... don't call me that. [ Shakily, going into tears. ] I'm- I'm not... I'm not your Master. We're... friends. I don't wanna be your master. I don't wanna be anything terrible like that...
Hnf, [ Darcy huffs. Imagine if he ever practiced literally anything useful. Still, if he's not stating his objections outright, Darcy's not asking, and he's definitely not arguing with him about Skulduggery. He's about reached his limit, anyway, he's done more than enough emotional vulnerability for probably the rest of his life. Better to leave while the going is good.
Darcy sits himself back up, and then slides off the roof, landing with a thunk in front of the door. He half-turns his head back to say- ]
I'm sure I'll be back. Keep well, mon parâtre, [ with the distinct hope that it gets under his skin like mentioning his marriage did. ]
Darcy sits himself back up, and then slides off the roof, landing with a thunk in front of the door. He half-turns his head back to say- ]
I'm sure I'll be back. Keep well, mon parâtre, [ with the distinct hope that it gets under his skin like mentioning his marriage did. ]
[Look at Tayrey swallowing down her anger at being called a passenger again, because she figures Friday is programmed to torment her and she has other priorities right now. Sparkles needs her.
(But Arilanna Tayrey was never a passenger)]
Some people I don't like being around, some people I like just fine.
I am formally requesting that Sparkles is given the cabin next to mine, Citizen Friday.
(But Arilanna Tayrey was never a passenger)]
Some people I don't like being around, some people I like just fine.
I am formally requesting that Sparkles is given the cabin next to mine, Citizen Friday.
I'm particularly well-adorned today, it's true... [what with the rose stuffed in his eye socket and all.
he reaches out to comb his hand through his hair, getting more comfortable beside him.] I could say the same about you. There's something about you, smiling, surrounded by flowers... I love to see you happy. I could stare at you all day. But I don't think that has anything to do with the flowers.
he reaches out to comb his hand through his hair, getting more comfortable beside him.] I could say the same about you. There's something about you, smiling, surrounded by flowers... I love to see you happy. I could stare at you all day. But I don't think that has anything to do with the flowers.
[ They tilt their head; they didn't expect that answer and they're kind of disappointed about it. If they could use magic to make plants grow in a place where the temporal mechanics normally wouldn't permit it, they'd want to find out how to keep them healthy! But they don't want to be rude or discouraging so they decide not to say any of that. ]
// Can you tell me anything else about them?
// Can you tell me anything else about them?
[tuneless singing] You belong, among the wildflowers...
[a pause, and a snort of a laugh, head falling back with something close to a giggle.]
There's something to do with the flowers, but I can't even begin to place it... I can't place normal feelings. Is it strange to imagine what kissing you with lips would be like. I never used to imagine anything.
[a pause, and a snort of a laugh, head falling back with something close to a giggle.]
There's something to do with the flowers, but I can't even begin to place it... I can't place normal feelings. Is it strange to imagine what kissing you with lips would be like. I never used to imagine anything.
[gorgeous. he can't imagine being so unlucky as the other passengers are, to not get to see this.]
Funny. I think about it quite a bit. [he leans down, pressing his teeth briefly against his jaw.] I don't miss having flesh, but sometimes I wish I could give you the full experience. Something more than bones and a gorgeous voice.
[somehow he manages to be full of himself and self-conscious at the same time. it's an art, honestly.]
Funny. I think about it quite a bit. [he leans down, pressing his teeth briefly against his jaw.] I don't miss having flesh, but sometimes I wish I could give you the full experience. Something more than bones and a gorgeous voice.
[somehow he manages to be full of himself and self-conscious at the same time. it's an art, honestly.]
You know... [lightly] As you well know, my glamours are rather... realistic. Lifelike. And since they're externally anchored, they don't fall apart if I'm distracted...
[like, imagine if Friday just became dirt every time he had sex. it'd be mortifying for everyone involved.]
[like, imagine if Friday just became dirt every time he had sex. it'd be mortifying for everyone involved.]
[maybe it's the lilac. maybe the roses. or maybe it's the unwavering trust he has in the Captain. but what could feel like a rejection of all that he is only elicits giddy curiosity, the opportunity to show his devotion in ways he normally couldn't.
the only shift in his tone is the softer edge it takes on when he replies:]
I used to think I wouldn't want to wear my old face again. But for you? I'm willing to see if I can handle it.
the only shift in his tone is the softer edge it takes on when he replies:]
I used to think I wouldn't want to wear my old face again. But for you? I'm willing to see if I can handle it.
... They're. Mostly flowers...
[audibly strained]
[audibly strained]
Of course, Lieutenant! I'll be sure to toss a key near it before the day is out!
[because honestly she's growing increasingly aware of her limits and does not want "has punted an actual child off the side of a boat" to be on her list of notable traits.]
[because honestly she's growing increasingly aware of her limits and does not want "has punted an actual child off the side of a boat" to be on her list of notable traits.]
[he pulls up a hand to place between them, palm out, fingers splayed.]
All I need is for you to form it in your mind's eye. I'll do the rest.
All I need is for you to form it in your mind's eye. I'll do the rest.
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