[sorry to give you the most edgelord pc starter in the world but she really is just sitting here staring out into space with a distant look on the observation deck. she's fiddling with her collar, wincing every so often when it slides across her skin - and listening to music.
she's also wearing her usual outfit, which is this, and there is, noticeably, with the way she's sitting, a knife strapped to her thigh.
she doesn't say anything to him, but she does watch him walk past, and if there's any point that he moves in a direction that might be behind her, she turns so her back isn't facing him.]
[he's here for the view, mostly, taking a look out at space-- and while he doesn't move behind her, he does seem to move in a way that suggests he's aware of her presence, taking up a position nearby where he can look out the window and they're still more or less facing each other. habitual, from the look of it.
at first he's quiet, attention mostly on the stars, but after a bit:]
...it's nice. The song, I mean. Something you know?
Temenos. [she doesn't bother hiding it, because people will know eventually when they find the two of them attached at the hip.]
So far as I can tell, Nero Turner and Bradley Bain are from the same world. Dahut and Scien, yes. Guy Cecil and Anise Tatlin. And of course, there are many from... Earth, but my conversations have led me to believe they may be different versions.
Probably not different versions of the same Earth, though. Seems like my coworkers and I usually still stay connected in some way across mirrors, so they'd still know each other... ah, to some extent.
[they'd at least be somewhat familiar, if they knew each other somewhere else.]
Ah, not exactly, we... Rodya's mentioned it anyway, so I'm sure it's fine...
[she spilled first, that door has already been opened on this ship.]
Mirror worlds. Different versions of the place we come from. We've seen that other selves of ours exist in them, and it's normally more than one of us, so-- if these were all versions of one Earth, they don't know each other in any of them. Probably.
I heard a little about... headchickens... and that was the extent. [a beat.] They are most likely trying to make the work sound less terrible than it is, you know.
Oh. Hello. [greetings, roach. she's not as... much of a fan of bugs as she is like, dogs, but it's fine. she's managed to be polite about his bug arm so far. does he actually have a bug arm]
... Well. It is a roach. [she says like she's trying to assess how smart this thing is. she had a full on conversation with a crayfish yesterday nothing is impossible]
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she's also wearing her usual outfit, which is this, and there is, noticeably, with the way she's sitting, a knife strapped to her thigh.
she doesn't say anything to him, but she does watch him walk past, and if there's any point that he moves in a direction that might be behind her, she turns so her back isn't facing him.]
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at first he's quiet, attention mostly on the stars, but after a bit:]
...it's nice. The song, I mean. Something you know?
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No. [she doesn't, but.] ... I've never been able to listen to music like this, but I liked what I found.
[she's a big fan of violins.]
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[for an unasked-for job, this is awfully decent.]
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[music recs! as for the rest:] You are from Rodya's world. They seem fond of particular places, when it comes to choosing prisoners.
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[his brows quirk at the mention of rodya, though, before he nods.]
I heard we weren't the only ones. Dahut knew that Scien guy-- anybody you're familiar with?
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So far as I can tell, Nero Turner and Bradley Bain are from the same world. Dahut and Scien, yes. Guy Cecil and Anise Tatlin. And of course, there are many from... Earth, but my conversations have led me to believe they may be different versions.
[she's done her research!!]
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[they'd at least be somewhat familiar, if they knew each other somewhere else.]
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[she spilled first, that door has already been opened on this ship.]
Mirror worlds. Different versions of the place we come from. We've seen that other selves of ours exist in them, and it's normally more than one of us, so-- if these were all versions of one Earth, they don't know each other in any of them. Probably.
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I see. [she does not] You have a strange job.
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[tiredly... yeah they have a weirdass job.]
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I heard a little about... headchickens... and that was the extent. [a beat.] They are most likely trying to make the work sound less terrible than it is, you know.
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[these rooms have real ass beds!!]
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[sparkles........ she loved that bird]
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[that last part is to. the roach peeking out of his vest pocket, as he glances down to it.]
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she blinks.]
Oh. Hello. [greetings, roach. she's not as... much of a fan of bugs as she is like, dogs, but it's fine. she's managed to be polite about his bug arm so far. does he actually have a bug arm]
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also yeah he does it is exactly like this. big bug arm.]
-getting this thing to stay put is a work in progress.
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... Well. It is a roach. [she says like she's trying to assess how smart this thing is. she had a full on conversation with a crayfish yesterday nothing is impossible]
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[the roach looks triumphant. is it the smarter half of this duo? who can truly say.]
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It could be both. Smart enough to not follow orders from something that could never claim ownership over it.
[ok settle down it's a roach]
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