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Certainly not for any logical reason, no worries there. It's just that her demeanor is so opposite her story and that's a particular trait I find absolutely heart wrenching, IC, IRL, and otherwise.
Ugh, Grainy, Pauline is so fucking sweet, pardon my French. It makes me sad. =|
Thanks, all!
Also, I love that there is drama between characters on every level. Not just murder-rapists and potential victims, but sad pilots and cat demons. Y'all are so dynamic.
Also, I love that there is drama between characters on every level. Not just murder-rapists and potential victims, but sad pilots and cat demons. Y'all are so dynamic.
Deli's post was longer than I thought it'd be. I shall post for Park tomorrow, mainly @Henry and Pauline for the moment.
Deli waited several moments after Connor had disappeared from her sight to let the impish grin drop from her face the same way one might set down a heavy bag at the end of a long day. When he was gone, when they'd all turned away, she disappeared into her own office and shut the door, and leaned against it to listen.
Part of her wanted to laugh. She thought she might have liked Curmy if she'd ever gotten the chance to know him. He'd never see it, but they were very much alike. Both loud and blunt and either oblivious to or uncaring of (or perhaps both) what other people wanted to hear. For a second, it filled Deli with a sense of hope so strong, she felt her knees go weak. She wondered if Curmy put his large foot into his large mouth as often as she did, or if he was as blatantly unapologetic. She wondered what he did to make Reece want to be his friend, anyway. That might be something good to know.
She felt that hope flicker and fade again as she realized she probably wouldn't get the chance to learn. Her quirky, brash irreverence was undeniable, but it could only go so far before people stopped buying into 'harmless' and started inching toward 'crazy'. And while beggars could hardly be choosers, Reece did have access to her file. Hell, thanks to whatever had roamed the ship in the last session, everyone had access to her file.
It made her wish she'd paid more attention to what had happened to the man who'd killed the people in the cryobeds.
Deli heard the men disappear into Connor's office and let out a breath she didn't know she'd been holding as she pushed away from the door to examine her own. To her eyes, there wasn't much to look out, but then details had always sort of escaped Deli. It was hard to want to clean when she knew this was the only time she'd have to really run around for another fifteen years. She briefly entertained the thought of rewiring the ship's communications systems to play some dance music. She'd seen something like it in a movie once. She couldn't remember the name of it, but she'd liked it. A lot. Even the part where the main character had to climb through a sewer line and stand in the rain to get clean again.
But it probably wasn't worth it. Soon enough, Reece would be checking into her, just like he'd said. Of that, she had no doubt. And soon enough, he'd be packing her off again, saying she was too dangerous to have around. She didn't really blame him. In fact, it was sort of honorable, or something. She didn't have a crew, but she did have two brothers. She thought maybe she'd have done the same for them, if she'd thought they were in trouble. If Fredo would have let her.
Deli had already braced for dismissal. She was used to that. It had taken her father three months and four relocations before they'd let her join the demo team back at the Mountain, and even then, she'd been doing grunt work for most of her stay. The sting of rejection would always suck, but at least now she was ready for it.
What she wasn't ready for was Connor's reaction. She thought maybe they could have been friends. Stupid, of course. She knew better. But he'd come to her aid so quickly. And he was funny. And sort of cute.
Deli made a face and raked a hand through her hair, grimacing again as her curls caught and tangled. She guessed it was Reece she should have been worried about. Even if he never found out about her appointment with Dr. Brock, he was sure to tell Curmy. And who would Curmy tell? She'd been thinking they'd just reassign her, stick her in the kitchens, or 'the brig', if ships still had those. Whatever 'those' were. But if everyone knew what she'd done, she was thinking it'd probably be better just to get put back to sleep. Her father had assured her she wouldn't have to go back to prison, though she'd served well under the time allotted to most people convicted of manslaughter, accidental or otherwise.
But her father was dead now.
She began to what would happen if she confronted Curmy. If she just burst out of her office like a cartoon character or a super hero, arms akimbo, expression dauntless. She could explain just exactly what happened, that it had been an accident, a bad one, but an accident nonetheless. That she wasn't what, or who, she thought he was. Partly, because he didn’t seem the type to get confronted often, and the look on his face when she’d sort of blurted random syllables at him the first time had been near priceless.
Mostly because the only thing worse than being alone was being feared.
But she wasn’t stupid. Deli was a lot of things, and several of them were off-putting, to say the least. Stupid was not among them. She knew how it sounded when you tried to insist on something like that.
I promise I won’t kill you. That just happened that one time. And then again with my mother and father, but I didn’t kill them. Not the way you’re thinking. Not on purpose. You don’t have to be afraid. You can trust me. Please trust me.
It didn’t work that way, though. Nothing good ever did. Reece had explained it, and Curmy had confirmed it, while Connor hadn’t seemed to mind her flippant sense of humor, she didn’t really expect him to stay once Reece told them what she’d done.
Going back to sleep maybe wouldn’t be so bad. It had been pretty bad the first time, but then everyone had been under a lot of pressure. No time for singing, or daydreaming, or building tiny robots that knew how to cook the perfect grilled cheese. Besides, that cryo-tech had been kind of cute. If he was the one who sent her back, she thought maybe she could deal with it.
In her pocket, her tablet vibrated again. Rolling her eyes, she pulled it out and sent Dr. Gavin Brock a quick message.
Fine. One condition: I'll bring my dad's chess set again. You win, I'll come quietly.
She had no illusions here, either. Dr. Brock was far from a friend. But he was nice, and he didn't get twitchy whenever she got too close to an electrical outlet. Not openly, anyway. Tucking the tablet back into her pocket, she took one last look at the demo office and smiled before sneaking back out through the hangar entrance and down the hallway, trying to pretend those words weren't still echoing tunelessly in her head, ticking by like seconds on a clock.
Please trust me. Please trust me. Please trust me.
Part of her wanted to laugh. She thought she might have liked Curmy if she'd ever gotten the chance to know him. He'd never see it, but they were very much alike. Both loud and blunt and either oblivious to or uncaring of (or perhaps both) what other people wanted to hear. For a second, it filled Deli with a sense of hope so strong, she felt her knees go weak. She wondered if Curmy put his large foot into his large mouth as often as she did, or if he was as blatantly unapologetic. She wondered what he did to make Reece want to be his friend, anyway. That might be something good to know.
She felt that hope flicker and fade again as she realized she probably wouldn't get the chance to learn. Her quirky, brash irreverence was undeniable, but it could only go so far before people stopped buying into 'harmless' and started inching toward 'crazy'. And while beggars could hardly be choosers, Reece did have access to her file. Hell, thanks to whatever had roamed the ship in the last session, everyone had access to her file.
It made her wish she'd paid more attention to what had happened to the man who'd killed the people in the cryobeds.
Deli heard the men disappear into Connor's office and let out a breath she didn't know she'd been holding as she pushed away from the door to examine her own. To her eyes, there wasn't much to look out, but then details had always sort of escaped Deli. It was hard to want to clean when she knew this was the only time she'd have to really run around for another fifteen years. She briefly entertained the thought of rewiring the ship's communications systems to play some dance music. She'd seen something like it in a movie once. She couldn't remember the name of it, but she'd liked it. A lot. Even the part where the main character had to climb through a sewer line and stand in the rain to get clean again.
But it probably wasn't worth it. Soon enough, Reece would be checking into her, just like he'd said. Of that, she had no doubt. And soon enough, he'd be packing her off again, saying she was too dangerous to have around. She didn't really blame him. In fact, it was sort of honorable, or something. She didn't have a crew, but she did have two brothers. She thought maybe she'd have done the same for them, if she'd thought they were in trouble. If Fredo would have let her.
Deli had already braced for dismissal. She was used to that. It had taken her father three months and four relocations before they'd let her join the demo team back at the Mountain, and even then, she'd been doing grunt work for most of her stay. The sting of rejection would always suck, but at least now she was ready for it.
What she wasn't ready for was Connor's reaction. She thought maybe they could have been friends. Stupid, of course. She knew better. But he'd come to her aid so quickly. And he was funny. And sort of cute.
Deli made a face and raked a hand through her hair, grimacing again as her curls caught and tangled. She guessed it was Reece she should have been worried about. Even if he never found out about her appointment with Dr. Brock, he was sure to tell Curmy. And who would Curmy tell? She'd been thinking they'd just reassign her, stick her in the kitchens, or 'the brig', if ships still had those. Whatever 'those' were. But if everyone knew what she'd done, she was thinking it'd probably be better just to get put back to sleep. Her father had assured her she wouldn't have to go back to prison, though she'd served well under the time allotted to most people convicted of manslaughter, accidental or otherwise.
But her father was dead now.
She began to what would happen if she confronted Curmy. If she just burst out of her office like a cartoon character or a super hero, arms akimbo, expression dauntless. She could explain just exactly what happened, that it had been an accident, a bad one, but an accident nonetheless. That she wasn't what, or who, she thought he was. Partly, because he didn’t seem the type to get confronted often, and the look on his face when she’d sort of blurted random syllables at him the first time had been near priceless.
Mostly because the only thing worse than being alone was being feared.
But she wasn’t stupid. Deli was a lot of things, and several of them were off-putting, to say the least. Stupid was not among them. She knew how it sounded when you tried to insist on something like that.
I promise I won’t kill you. That just happened that one time. And then again with my mother and father, but I didn’t kill them. Not the way you’re thinking. Not on purpose. You don’t have to be afraid. You can trust me. Please trust me.
It didn’t work that way, though. Nothing good ever did. Reece had explained it, and Curmy had confirmed it, while Connor hadn’t seemed to mind her flippant sense of humor, she didn’t really expect him to stay once Reece told them what she’d done.
Going back to sleep maybe wouldn’t be so bad. It had been pretty bad the first time, but then everyone had been under a lot of pressure. No time for singing, or daydreaming, or building tiny robots that knew how to cook the perfect grilled cheese. Besides, that cryo-tech had been kind of cute. If he was the one who sent her back, she thought maybe she could deal with it.
In her pocket, her tablet vibrated again. Rolling her eyes, she pulled it out and sent Dr. Gavin Brock a quick message.
Fine. One condition: I'll bring my dad's chess set again. You win, I'll come quietly.
She had no illusions here, either. Dr. Brock was far from a friend. But he was nice, and he didn't get twitchy whenever she got too close to an electrical outlet. Not openly, anyway. Tucking the tablet back into her pocket, she took one last look at the demo office and smiled before sneaking back out through the hangar entrance and down the hallway, trying to pretend those words weren't still echoing tunelessly in her head, ticking by like seconds on a clock.
Please trust me. Please trust me. Please trust me.
Hehe, Deli shall beat a hasty retreat. =)
Uggggh but I also sort of feel like OLGA and Deli could be BFFs I CAN'T DECIDE WHY ARE YOU ALL SO GOOD AT EVERYTHING *throws self dramatically on kitchen floor*
XD Yes, Jack has an easy spot in my top three characters for the RP, Justric. Well done.
Noted. Heh, of the handful of people I have in mind (or rather, those to whom Park would reach out, however discreetly), I don't think *any* of them will go quietly into the night.
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