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CLAIRE BENNET
CLAIRE BENNET
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leave a message.
Hey luv, it's Spike. Just checking in, see if you're settling alright.
[ She's mostly gotten the hang of the communicator, but there's still a fumble with it in her hands as she works to connect. ]
Hey, Spike. [ Slight pause. ] I'm settling in as much as can be expected, I guess. I think college was a harder adjustment but... space! We're in space. On a ship that is potentially sentient or at least haunted or something weird.
Hey, Spike. [ Slight pause. ] I'm settling in as much as can be expected, I guess. I think college was a harder adjustment but... space! We're in space. On a ship that is potentially sentient or at least haunted or something weird.
voice; hopefully this week i'll be more on top of things <3
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- 2014-04-27 21:03 (UTC) - ExpandWhat the hell is it with men on this ship? Did no one teach them how to read all the signals that a girl wants him to kiss her?
I mean hi.
I mean hi.
Edited (I flipflopped pronouns like a champ.) 2014-06-13 08:35 (UTC)
[ After two days of radio silence from the recon teams, Claire will find a brief message in her inbox. It's at least 70% static, but the other 30% is clearly Kate's voice, distant but urgent. ]
--aire we los ... somew ... doorway and ... follow ... you have to come help ... can't get ... don't ....
--aire we los ... somew ... doorway and ... follow ... you have to come help ... can't get ... don't ....
[ Her stomach has been knotted in anxiety those last two days, and her fingers would be worn down to the bone from twisting if that were at all possible. She had one job to do, and saying that she is even remotely in the realm of 'I have fucked up' would be an understatement. When Kate's voice comes across the line, clipped and frayed as it is, some of that anxiety uncoils and hisses in her belly, while the rest of it just tightens impossibly. ]
Kate? Kate? I can barely hear you. Where are you? I can't - damn it.
Kate? Kate? I can barely hear you. Where are you? I can't - damn it.
Just got this message from Kate. I'm told you'll know what to do with it.
[ Though it's hard to tell via text, the tone doesn't feel right for Darcy, which must mean she's about as unsettled as Claire is about the message she received. ]
[ Though it's hard to tell via text, the tone doesn't feel right for Darcy, which must mean she's about as unsettled as Claire is about the message she received. ]
[ Kate is one of the last to emerge from the hallways on the 2nd or the 3rd or whatever the final day is, but eventually out she comes and sends this message. ] We're getting pie. place by the gardens 30 minutes
[ People return in staggered batches - literally, too, everyone disoriented and injured. Severus is definitely worse for wear but it's largely aesthetic; he's paced his own healing well enough to get by. He should sleep for a week, he should probably be asleep right now, but he's too wired. He's counting heads, and it doesn't matter how many people he's seen so far - it's not everyone.
He spots someone blonde and disheveled while moving a box of bandages. ] -- Claire?
He spots someone blonde and disheveled while moving a box of bandages. ] -- Claire?
[ She'd left Kate... she doesn't know where she'd left Kate. After fighting tooth and nail to get her back, Claire is surprised that she hasn't stayed bolted to the other girl's side. But she's made sure that she's safe, in someone's capable hands, and Claire is filthy and disgusting again and she's been shooed away from people twice and it's not really sanitary when you're trying to patch people up to be crowded around someone in need of medical attention and their hanger-on has blood caked underneath her fingernails.
And she's exhausted, besides. Pushed to the edge of what she's even thought of as her limit has left her tired down to her bones, so that when she hears her voice, her reaction is a little slow, eyes squinting to pick out the source in the crowd and - well, she doesn't actually say anything, but some kind of noise that sounds like exhaled relief comes out of her mouth so she just keeps picking up her feet until he's within reach. Then she grabs his sleeve and curls it in her fingers and just kind of drags him her way or pulls herself his until she's got her arms kind of awkwardly over his shoulders and she's hugging him.
So deal with it, Severus. ]
We really need to work out a better buddy system for these kinds of situations.
And she's exhausted, besides. Pushed to the edge of what she's even thought of as her limit has left her tired down to her bones, so that when she hears her voice, her reaction is a little slow, eyes squinting to pick out the source in the crowd and - well, she doesn't actually say anything, but some kind of noise that sounds like exhaled relief comes out of her mouth so she just keeps picking up her feet until he's within reach. Then she grabs his sleeve and curls it in her fingers and just kind of drags him her way or pulls herself his until she's got her arms kind of awkwardly over his shoulders and she's hugging him.
So deal with it, Severus. ]
We really need to work out a better buddy system for these kinds of situations.
[ He doesn't know what to say to her about anything, or about Peter. Severus can't change it, doesn't know how to make her feel better, and honestly feels more pressured now than he did to begin with. ]
My number changed.
[ So instead, over a day later, he's just going to say something totally unrelated. ]
My number changed.
[ So instead, over a day later, he's just going to say something totally unrelated. ]
Yeah?
[ Radio silence has been worse than a screaming match or thinly veiled frustration. She's been too proud to say anything more and too stuck on it to think about all the ways in which she probably botched it all up to do anything about it. And here they are. ]
[ Radio silence has been worse than a screaming match or thinly veiled frustration. She's been too proud to say anything more and too stuck on it to think about all the ways in which she probably botched it all up to do anything about it. And here they are. ]
[ Stuck to Claire's door is a piece of sturdy paper - a little bit bigger than a postcard. It'll be invisible to anyone but her until she picks it up, at which point visibility will be normal to everyone.
On it is a picture that's slightly surreal in its composition, bright colors, stereotypical placement. A desert landscape featuring a cactus and distant mountains and an open sky. The truly odd thing about it is that it seems to be moving. Clouds drift slowly; once every hour or so, a tumbleweed clunks dryly by. If she looks at it twelve hours from now, it'll be dark, with stars shining.
Handwritten on the back in spiky lettering is: I hope this is actually what Texas looks like. ]
On it is a picture that's slightly surreal in its composition, bright colors, stereotypical placement. A desert landscape featuring a cactus and distant mountains and an open sky. The truly odd thing about it is that it seems to be moving. Clouds drift slowly; once every hour or so, a tumbleweed clunks dryly by. If she looks at it twelve hours from now, it'll be dark, with stars shining.
Handwritten on the back in spiky lettering is: I hope this is actually what Texas looks like. ]
[ For once, his instant too busy to do anything state immediately after the jump isn't at all colored with him being an avoidant asshole - wrangling Corvo has taken precedent over everything.
Until now. When he's realized both Nathan and Peter are gone. Not just asleep in the gravcouches, but properly gone. Fucking hell.
Knock knock. ] Claire.
Until now. When he's realized both Nathan and Peter are gone. Not just asleep in the gravcouches, but properly gone. Fucking hell.
Knock knock. ] Claire.
[ He's lucky - or not, since she tends to give him and everyone else a wide berth after the jump just to reorient themselves, a practice that is going to change pretty drastically following this jump - he's lucky in that after checking the gravcouches and every other place she could think of for Peter and Nathan and finding them all lacking certain, distinct Petrelli-shaped people, she had immediately closed off and not bothered checking to see if anyone else had disappeared, too. Probably a stupid move but when you suffer two blows like that, why exacerbate the issue?
There's a knock at her door, and she honestly has no idea who it might be but does consider not answering it just to avoid having the conversation that she knows she's eventually going to have to have. Still, she swings her legs off of her bunk and pads across the floor to key the door. He is both the first and last person that she wants to talk to right now, and there's an odd mix of anxiety and relief that just leaves her feeling nauseous. ]
Hey.
[ She's fine. Look how fine she is. ]
There's a knock at her door, and she honestly has no idea who it might be but does consider not answering it just to avoid having the conversation that she knows she's eventually going to have to have. Still, she swings her legs off of her bunk and pads across the floor to key the door. He is both the first and last person that she wants to talk to right now, and there's an odd mix of anxiety and relief that just leaves her feeling nauseous. ]
Hey.
[ She's fine. Look how fine she is. ]
[ So: the gardens. The site of many odd things, and a previous kind of shitty conversation between these two, but today's a new day in space and etc and so on.
Today's a new day in which Severus is throwing a stick... to no reaction from the dog in front of him. ]
Isn't this what they're supposed to do?
Today's a new day in which Severus is throwing a stick... to no reaction from the dog in front of him. ]
Isn't this what they're supposed to do?
[ In Diablo's defense, he has gone after the stick once or twice. But that's only resulted in him plopping down on the grass and chewing on it until it's nothing but wet little pieces. Tug is too preoccupied trying to find someplace to go to the bathroom or eat some grass or something, and Izzie is still sometimes too interested in pretending like she's ignoring everyone to have any really effect. ]
They've gone running after a couple of them. [ It's said in their defense, but there isn't much she can do to argue the point. ] I think they've got more interest in eating everything, honestly. That is what they're supposed to do.
[ At least, it's what they're expected to do. ]
They've gone running after a couple of them. [ It's said in their defense, but there isn't much she can do to argue the point. ] I think they've got more interest in eating everything, honestly. That is what they're supposed to do.
[ At least, it's what they're expected to do. ]
hello.
this is a message to verify your interest in a reconnaissance mission into uncharted territory of the ship.
this is a message to verify your interest in a reconnaissance mission into uncharted territory of the ship.
Oi oi. This is William Tsang.
I know things was sort of cocked up the other week, but I want you to know I'm well past the awkwardly fucking off into the corridors phase. Also, I wasn't pulling your leg about first aid training the other month. Natasi, one of our Medical Officers, is going to start approaching the department heads-- including Professor Snape-- and inviting department and non-department passengers for trainings.
I wanted you to know I'd really like you to come. I'm sure Peter would be delighted if he was still 'round, and it's a helpful skillset, especially in the hands of someone like you. Any rate, I hope I haven't given you uncomfortable feelings about attending. Cheers.
I know things was sort of cocked up the other week, but I want you to know I'm well past the awkwardly fucking off into the corridors phase. Also, I wasn't pulling your leg about first aid training the other month. Natasi, one of our Medical Officers, is going to start approaching the department heads-- including Professor Snape-- and inviting department and non-department passengers for trainings.
I wanted you to know I'd really like you to come. I'm sure Peter would be delighted if he was still 'round, and it's a helpful skillset, especially in the hands of someone like you. Any rate, I hope I haven't given you uncomfortable feelings about attending. Cheers.
[ Claire leaves the channel open for a long time, trying to determine what to say before she actually says it and inevitably makes some kind of ass out of herself. As a result, there is a long crackle of white noise before she actually says anything back. ]
No uncomfortable feelings. I'm definitely interested in learning anything that I can, and I think it's actually something that we should've been doing from the beginning. Not enough people on board know how to take care of themselves, let alone take care of anyone else, when disaster strikes. Which, you know, is pretty often.
Actually, that reminds me. How open are you to the idea of an internship program?
[ Just never bringing up what happened ever again. That's not her business to sort out anyway. ]
No uncomfortable feelings. I'm definitely interested in learning anything that I can, and I think it's actually something that we should've been doing from the beginning. Not enough people on board know how to take care of themselves, let alone take care of anyone else, when disaster strikes. Which, you know, is pretty often.
Actually, that reminds me. How open are you to the idea of an internship program?
[ Just never bringing up what happened ever again. That's not her business to sort out anyway. ]
[ Severus decides after he's been discharged (after he puts his foot down and leaves) that he's not hugely interested in screwing around with mirrors or his comms device. He's tired of it; he understands the train of thought and convenience behind the whole thing, but it feels so invasive after a while. He misses the quiet.
So instead of pinging Claire he shows up at the end of her shift, waiting on a bench near the garden entrance. ]
So instead of pinging Claire he shows up at the end of her shift, waiting on a bench near the garden entrance. ]
[ Sometimes Claire brings the dogs with her depending on what shift she's working and where in the gardens, since it's better than keeping them locked up or asking someone else to babysit. He's lucky, this time. Today she's without mongrels but plus dirty hands and a face that could use a good scrub. She has the benefit of catching sight of him before she's close enough to have an expression easily readable, though there are still trace amounts of a wince and some sympathy left over by the time she is close enough.
It's his face okay. She likes his stupid face. ]
Did you even go back to your room before coming here?
[ Is better to ask than it is to say I'd hate to see the other guy. Which just seems insensitive and also true because she would probably throttle him and get charged with murder. She puts that aside. ]
It's his face okay. She likes his stupid face. ]
Did you even go back to your room before coming here?
[ Is better to ask than it is to say I'd hate to see the other guy. Which just seems insensitive and also true because she would probably throttle him and get charged with murder. She puts that aside. ]
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