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come_sailaway2022-07-25 04:36 am
pointofhonoria) wrote in come_sailaway2022-07-25 04:36 am
Standing under an overpass in the rain [OPEN]
Who: Honoria Crabb & You!
What: Monthly shenanigans, truths/lies and otherwise
When: Throughout July
Where: Various spots around the ship
Warnings: None yet, will add
Notes: If anyone feels like helping me get this poor detective caught up on any plot stuff......
1. thinking, thinking (either library, lounge, Tauva, etc.)
Crabb hates feeling this idle for this long. Back in Gallery there's never a quiet moment, never a dearth of obvious work to be done. More often than not, she and Ferrier hop right from one job to the next, and she likes it that way. It's just the sort of person she is.
Maybe it'd have helped if she hadn't been far more rattled by her first months here than she'd expected, or if she just knew where to even start, but she was and she doesn't. Together, those things mean her "work" mostly amounts to sitting around places like the library, the lounge or Tauva, thinking and scribbling notes on everything from what little she personally knows, to the mountain of questions that cover what she doesn't, to the people she knows or has seen around enough to take note of.
Lately, this sometimes includes having a life-size plush of a strange little dog sat with her as she scribbles. Mostly, it just sits there, sometimes gets used as an arm rest, other times she almost seems to pet it idly or talking to it like she's using it to work out thoughts aloud.
Anyone who catches her doing so will be met with no sense of shame, just a, "What you looking at?"
2. caught in the rain (anywhere outside or just after coming inside, lies)
Crabb does her best not to get caught out in the rain, all things considered, but it still happens; she has to cross some open deck and ends up all drizzled on anyway. Much harder to completely avoid folks for an hour or two when that's how you end up wet, compared to all the more purposeful kinds like showers and so on.
Nice to know there's only different weather when it's inconvenient, she supposes.
"Bleedin' lovely weather we're having," is what she means to grumble, to no one in particular but aloud all the same, and in essence that's still what she actually says, give or take a couple words, but... it sure comes out sounding a lot more genuine than the sarcasm she was aiming for.
3. newfangled technology (Calgona's Gym)
When it is wet outside, Crabb has to shift the exercise routine she's fallen into. No running around the track out on the sports deck, which means if she wants to get a run in, she has to figure out how the treadmills work.
She is not having much luck.
She's got no problem with the concept, or the basic act of turning it on, but she's clearly a little more thrown by all the possible settings and might be cursing creatively under her breath. Maybe help the woman from 1917 out, here.
4. Wildcard
[ Catch her anywhere else; specify if you want a lies/truths thing and either pick which or I will, but otherwise I'll default to no effect.![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
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What: Monthly shenanigans, truths/lies and otherwise
When: Throughout July
Where: Various spots around the ship
Warnings: None yet, will add
Notes: If anyone feels like helping me get this poor detective caught up on any plot stuff......
1. thinking, thinking (either library, lounge, Tauva, etc.)
Crabb hates feeling this idle for this long. Back in Gallery there's never a quiet moment, never a dearth of obvious work to be done. More often than not, she and Ferrier hop right from one job to the next, and she likes it that way. It's just the sort of person she is.
Maybe it'd have helped if she hadn't been far more rattled by her first months here than she'd expected, or if she just knew where to even start, but she was and she doesn't. Together, those things mean her "work" mostly amounts to sitting around places like the library, the lounge or Tauva, thinking and scribbling notes on everything from what little she personally knows, to the mountain of questions that cover what she doesn't, to the people she knows or has seen around enough to take note of.
Lately, this sometimes includes having a life-size plush of a strange little dog sat with her as she scribbles. Mostly, it just sits there, sometimes gets used as an arm rest, other times she almost seems to pet it idly or talking to it like she's using it to work out thoughts aloud.
Anyone who catches her doing so will be met with no sense of shame, just a, "What you looking at?"
2. caught in the rain (anywhere outside or just after coming inside, lies)
Crabb does her best not to get caught out in the rain, all things considered, but it still happens; she has to cross some open deck and ends up all drizzled on anyway. Much harder to completely avoid folks for an hour or two when that's how you end up wet, compared to all the more purposeful kinds like showers and so on.
Nice to know there's only different weather when it's inconvenient, she supposes.
"Bleedin' lovely weather we're having," is what she means to grumble, to no one in particular but aloud all the same, and in essence that's still what she actually says, give or take a couple words, but... it sure comes out sounding a lot more genuine than the sarcasm she was aiming for.
3. newfangled technology (Calgona's Gym)
When it is wet outside, Crabb has to shift the exercise routine she's fallen into. No running around the track out on the sports deck, which means if she wants to get a run in, she has to figure out how the treadmills work.
She is not having much luck.
She's got no problem with the concept, or the basic act of turning it on, but she's clearly a little more thrown by all the possible settings and might be cursing creatively under her breath. Maybe help the woman from 1917 out, here.
4. Wildcard
[ Catch her anywhere else; specify if you want a lies/truths thing and either pick which or I will, but otherwise I'll default to no effect.
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Lucas suspects there'll be plenty of time to poke around the strangeness here, but meeting people from other worlds is just too cool to pass up.
"Oh, like for basically everything. It's not like in the movies or like the X-Files or something." He gives a hapless shrug, "That's the difference between science and just fucking around, right? Documentation."
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"Mostly weird murders and state secrets with some weird science going on for flair. Spent months tryna figure out who this one guy was that kept killing folk and destroying city landmarks with soundwaves, for one. And now there's some guy that should be dead running around."
Her life went from normal to sudden science-fiction flair and she's rolled with the punches well enough but it's still damned weird. The ship and it's magic bullshit is even weirder, but...
"I'm also from 1917, so if X-files is some reference, I definitely don't know it. But you're a science type, then?"
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"That sounds...wow, like I've heard of cases like that first one before but not the second one. Sound waves?" Oh boy he does he want to ask all the questions about that.
"Oops, sorry. It's a TV show where I'm from, like a hundred years in the future." Give or take a few years, but he does grin at the question. "Kind of! As much as you can be scientifical about the supernatural, you know?"
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"He made these machines that used sound to sort of... vibrate things apart, or make 'em explode? Collapsed a whole bridge with them, it was a real mess." That's one word for it. Traumatic is another. She'd been shaken enough after narrowly escaping that... well, she put her trust somewhere she shouldn't have. "The science goes a bit over my head, but that's the gist of it."
She nods as he confirms it's a TV show, she's always going to be a bit out of step with folks around here considering the time disparities but at least people explain. "One of those worlds where the supernatural's as real as it seems to be here?"
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At her question Lucas nods an affirmative. "Yeap, one of those. Not just real but out in the public, too. IOPSA, the people I work for, makes it their mission to educate people as best they can."
And as proud as he sounds about that, Lucas does frown. "Not sure how handy that'll be here, but at least I'm good at documenting weird stuff."
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"Until it happened, it may as well have been fiction for us, too. Been a lot of that the last few years." Four years or so, now, since Lavender Jack first appeared. Two since the Black Note was finally dealt with. "That bloke's gone now, anyway. Can't say for sure his tech is, but that's a whole different problem."
If it's still being used it's in the state's hands, now, and that's arguably worse than it being in the Black Note's hands, all things told.
"Wouldn't count it out, that's more experience with that kinda thing than a lot of us have."
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"Hah, yeah. I guess it just sounds kind of lame-ish." He laughs, poking fun at himself. "Me watch. Me write good. Me let someone else figure it all out."
Was there anything they could do? He sure as hell hoped so. "As an aside, have you been on the ship long?" The question is more an after thought, but having a more solid timeline wouldn't be a bad thing either.
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"Difference between sounding lame and being it, yeah. Keeping track of information's half the battle."
She certainly hopes there'll be something they can do, but she doesn't have anywhere near the amount of information she needs to be sure. What theories she does have are half-complete and still don't point to a way out.
"I've been here about three months, now. Friend of mine's got an extra month and a half on that, if I remember right."