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[Why are things floating.

Libby sits (this time on a table in the kitchens--chairs exist, girl, why are you like this) and she is surrounded by slowly drifting utensils.

She's already figured out how to lie about it. She never told anyone she wasn't telekinetic. (Because who does that?). So she'll just say they made her like this, and Jesse's secret will be protected while Libby gets to show off--because this is wicked sharp, and even makes her confident enough to roll up her sleeves, baring scars and soft white feathers.

She grins at the camera, which she turned on with her mind.]

'Sup, bitches.

[She's not opening this up to the network for any reason. Can't a girl just be bored?]

[What she sends to her--crew, that's what she calls them. Her crew, like she's some fucking gangbanging idiot.

But they're not her friends, and allies sounds so formal. So crew it is. (She knows that Jesse is a surprisingly good hugger, that Mouse has a sweet smile, that Nikolai doesn't want to be called Nik. She has to be careful, here, because if she's not--she's going to end up wanting to keep them around. She'll actually like them, and then where will she be?)

(It's already over.)

What she sends them is different. Still things floating, still on a table, but she looks serious for once.]

'Kay.

Status reports, if you got 'em. And I got one.

So--we're Jesse, Mouse, and Nikolai, right now. And me, obvious. Jesse, Mouse, Nikolai is going to be our protection around here.

But that's complicated, because--I've got in with Loki, too, and he is--wicked dangerous. But I want what he's got. And he can be useful. But I'll handle him, 'kay? He doesn't know you, just me, and--look what I can do.

[She waves her hand around and smiles, briefly, before--serious, again.]

I'll drop him when we can't use him anymore. Promise. But stay the fuck away from him, he's bad fucking news.

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Oh shit.

Those ain't piercings, huh?

[ The feathers. ]

Edited 2012-07-12 17:33 (UTC)

What, my arms?

Nah. Real feathers. Real monster.

[Libby is proud of this--she had a choice not to be, but no, she owns this. Owns herself.]

[ The pride strikes Alias. Then again, feathers are associated with birds, angels... That doesn't make it any less curious, though Styg, this girl, looks skeptical. ]

Monster? That uh, don't bother you for people to say?

[Libby is aware of the association.

My little angel, and now when people call her angel she spits. She was supposed to pure. Innocent. So now she's everything but.]

Nah. It's what I am.

Who told ya that?

I mean, maybe we got a different definition of "monster", but where I was at, callin' yourself things like that didn't bring you any favors. A bitch, alright. But a monster? You could expect some real heat you didn't want.

I don't give a fuck. I'm a wicked rad computer hacker and I've got TK, let them bring it.

And I told myself that.

[Because fuck GMO and fuck Pet; fuck euphemisms or lies. Libby calls herself a monster because monsters scare people, and when she looks at her body with its feathers and twisted scars and ugly implants--that's what she feels like. There's a very old book about a creation, a monster that killed its creator but read books and was brilliant. Brilliant and superior, but no one saw that, because he was a freak.

That's what she feels like.]

[ Alias feels the same way. Monsters scare people. Monsters are hunted. Alias is a monster and deserves nothing, but... That's because Alias is a real monster. This girl with her little feathers and her bright smile isn't ugly at all. She's not odious like it. She might be dangerous, but she looks human.

God, it likes that confidence, though. It's the 'computer hacker' bit, though, that seals the deal. ]

Well, shit, alright, chicka. [ The most tentative of smiles, a sign of the impressed and the intrigued. ] If that's what you like, then fuck it. This place is different anyhow; maybe it ain't so bad.

I'm Syg.

[In a funny way, Libby is a shapeshifter too. She can choose how to configure herself, how to lie. She just chooses not to, usually. This is who she is, and she is going to be that.

Confident, arrogant. She's always on a line between them.]

Yeah. People are still fucks, but whatev, that's always true. Nobody has really talked fuckery about my feathers yet, so.

[She shrugs.]

'M Libby.

[ All Alias knows how to do is change and adapt, and it's not entirely masterful at it yet. It's not nearly as secure as Libby even pretends to be. It tries, though. ]

Why the fuck would they? They're pretty sweet. People try to put those in on pins where I'm from.

Could be worse. I mean, you could have a bunch of frog warts or somethin'... [ Thinking. Testing: ] Or metal quills.

[Libby grins, pleased. This girl seems all right. Maybe she should consider--it can't hurt to make more allies, right?]

I knew a guy with quills once. Not metal. They were wicked rad.

[And she likes her feathers. That--never happens.]

I'd like quills. I could fuck people up with 'em, it'd be the best.

[ She likes it - metal quills. Alias can do that. Come to think on it, it really does need a body to associate with the other non-humans. Something not itself; something that looks mostly human, as these ones do. It likes Libby's style; she seems ferocious and strong and she knows how to work computers. If Alias can get her to like it, she could be... an asset. ]

Hey, I wanna ask you a few things - can ya flip it over to private or somethin'?

Edited 2012-07-12 18:41 (UTC)

[Libby is actively collecting people, at this point. There's always room for more help, more eyes to watch her back and hands to keep her safe. Libby has TK now, but she knows she's not a fighter, not really. Not like Nikolai. A fight is more than raw strength. She needs more people, also, who can handle things aside from that--organizing, assembling, helping her with tech. Really, anyone skilled is an asset. Even unskilled people - everyone can do something.

So it'd be easy, to get in. Especially as a non-humans.]

Done. What up?

[ Alias doesn't like to fight, but it can. It's survived the Atlantic Ocean and a concrete jungle for two years, and while it's not a lot of experience, it can defend itself. Defending others, though... that's a new concept to it. It's always had someone else watching over it. ]

I ain't... [ A bit of a shifty look. ] Alright, you gotta understand I ain't used to this sorta thing bein' out in the open. This shit didn't happen where I was and I didn't know anyone else that had somethin' that sorta different.

This has been a trip more ways than one, pretty much.

[ Syg is undoing her sleeves and Alias is collecting metals in itself the whole time. Iron, it thinks, for look. Zinc for malleability and sheen. Molecules cluster beneath the surface of the flesh, forming round a skeleton that's splintering and coating itself.

What Libby sees is two bare, pale forearms for a moment. Then, all at once, the metal quills shove themselves out of the skin, growing longer the farther they blossom up Syg's arms until they reach her elbow at about five inches long.

And her eyes are watching the other girl for her approval, silently hungry for it while looking maybe a bit vulnerable in its attempt to make Syg look wary. ]

Rad.

[One word, but Libby is obviously impressed--and not alone, not surrounded by humans and people who want to be them. Maybe this chick does want that too--but Libby can hope, right? She's allowed.

And this girl doesn't want to be alone anymore, either, and she sounds like someone Libby can work with. Hard and mean, like her. (Like she tries to be.)]

Hey, so--us freaks, we stick together, don't we? 'Cause I've got a crew. You want in?

[ There is nothing quite like this surge of satisfaction, a titillating rush of neurochemistry that makes Alias want to squirm in delight. All from one word of praise -- it's interesting.

But Syg wouldn't squirm. She'd sit still and only show how pleased she is with a start of a grin. So that's what happens. And there's a blink for that other word --freak--- but Libby doesn't mean it like its parent had. She says it like it's sort of special and something worthy of company. If Alias didn't have better control of its bodily functions, it would be shaking right now.

Syg relaxes instead, wets her lips thoughtfully. ]

What do I gotta do?

[ Because there's a catch, right? What does it need to learn or be to be considered useful? In the East End, it'd been challenged to drink a yard of ale (well, cider) and charged with stealing treats and electronics for its gang. When it had been expected for sex, it left, but nevertheless, it's familiar with initiation needs. ]

[Smart. Looking for a catch. Yeah, Libby thinks this'll work out.

If she knew how elated Alias really was Libby would be--moved, in her way. She'd tell it to come out, not to worry. Be who you are and we'll fuck up anyone who says a word about it. Maybe one day that will happen. For now, she just likes the girl she's presented with.]

Work with us. I'm gonna figure out who Smiley is--some creepy fuck--and figure out the ship. Make it so everyone can go home.

We got three guys. Jesse, Mouse, and Nikolai. Don't worry, you don't have to fuck any of them. I mean, if you want, go ahead, they're all wicked hot--

[And as she says it; a twinge. The idea of Syg with Jesse or Nikolai doesn't mean anything. But somehow--she doesn't like her with Mouse.

She wonders why. But, well, fuck it. None of her business, actually, who he sleeps with. She certainly isn't going to unless she has to.]

Anyway. Yeah. What do you do?

I don't know shit about computers. Best thing I ever had was a cellphone and the clunkiest fucking antiques in high school with an assload of protective shit. Willing to learn, though.

[ There's a pull at her lips at mentioning fucking, just to one side. ]

We'll see.

[ No thank you. It wouldn't know where to start. The names are filed off. ]

Well, before here, I was lifting weights, chain-smoking, and tearing through anything I could read. Prison's a drag.

[ The quills are actually making Alias a bit nervous about poking itself, so it's going to have those sink back into its skin. ]

Been here for a month on the DL, checkin' out the public feeds. I'm pretty good at watchin' shit and getting my hands on stuff, I guess. I was pretty good at chemistry in school, liked it, but I fucked that over. Last month, a lotta people got sick and there was some freaky maze for the cure. Know how to get my way through that again if I gotta.

I'll teach you if you want.

[Information desires to be free. That's a part of why this ship's secrets bother her. More than the danger they might present, really. She doesn't care about 'home'--she doesn't have anywhere to go, and this place is so much better.

Maybe she could go with someone else. A new world, new start. But it doesn't press on her; this doesn't really feel like a cage, for all that it is.]

For a month? Rad. We need more experience, and we--Jesse cooks. Crystal. So you guys could work together? That takes chemistry.

And we defs need a medic.

[Because Libby knows herself. She is going to piss someone off and get hurt.

And there's the other thing.]

That'd be cool. Seems like you got the hang of it pretty quick - you from a place like this?

[ Alias needs to be able to cloak itself. The fact that the network reports its number has had it in all sorts of a nervous fit lately. ]

Dunno about how that stuff'll get around here, crystal, but cigs are pretty choice commerce for the Oxygen Garden. Somethin' to do, though, so you can run it by him, see if he's cool with it.

[ A medic, you say? It doesn't know medicine very well, or surgery or stitches... But it sounds useful. And it can learn. Maybe it's time for another form to come into play here, because Syg from prison might not be able to get an internship in the medbay. ]

I wouldn't trust 'em with much else, but medbay's patched up some shady fucks. Maybe someone's got a secret talent, though.

Nah. Less space.

[Cigarettes. Smart, and Nikolai would need them. He's already a cranky fuck, nicotine withdrawal won't help. She makes a note of it in the ticking efficiency of her mind. Does Jesse? Mouse? Libby didn't. Her life was already short and cigarettes were a drag to get. But if her crew does Libby will take care of it.]

Good thinking. See? Already useful.

[A higher compliment than most by far. Useful; we won't throw you away, won't treat you as disposable. One of us: useful.]

'Kay. And I just want to have one of our own, in case--just in case.

Edited 2012-07-12 21:19 (UTC)

[ It can learn. That's perhaps the only point of pride it can admit - Alias can learn. It wants to be useful and be wanted and learning. Praise, from someone whom it respects (Libby knows things, she seems strong), brings it more joy than it really knows what to do with.

Syg ducks her head, smiling crookedly. Oh, Alias is so very primed to perform now. ]

There's pot plants in the Oxygen Garden, I know that for sure. Tobacco, though, I dunno. So we can make 'em if nothin' else, maybe.

[ A nod. ]

They were askin' for volunteers last month to help. Maybe someone can play nice to get in and get out with what needs to be known. That's assumin' you can't find anyone else.

Anything else you can think of that you need?

[Libby isn't strong personally. But her strength lies in knowing. Before, she kept to herself. Now, she assembles people who are stronvg around her. There's no reason not to lend that to an ally.

Besides. Jesse will probably be happy to have a hot girl around. She doesn't count herself.]

Yeah, we can do that. And Jesse says he makes good crystal. If we get dealing we're gold.

[She's pleased by how ready this girl is to please. That she looks to her as the one in charge. In a way she supposes she is, unless Jesse or Nikolai want it. She couldn't win that power struggle. Since Jesse seems like a follower--Nikolai, probably. That's fine. She doesn't care who's in charge as long as they don't get in her way or whore her out.]

I think we're set. You need anything? I built Jesse a console. For games and whatev.

And Mouse is an intern, actually. Just don't know if he's down.

Edited 2012-07-12 21:58 (UTC)

[ He can look, but touching like that's probably another matter.

And clearly Syg is a bad bitch until you compliment her and make Alias feel too gooey to handle the facade of her completely. Since Libby doesn't seem to mind, it won't adjust the behavior thus far. It doesn't know Nikolai or Jesse, so as far as it's concerned, Libby is in charge, and may very well stay that way unless someone else on her crew proves to be more useful... and just as subtly flattering. ]

Nah, I do pretty good reading and there's a library to go through. Biggest issue I have now is I can't read everything, if you know what I mean. Lot of secrets here.

[It won't tip Libby off. This is different than how she projected earlier, but maybe she's the type to relax when she's secure. She will be; it's one of the reasons she will stop anyone from touching her if she doesn't want it. But she doubts that'll be a problem with Jesse. He didn't fuck her, hasn't yet. He might look but if Syg doesn't want him to touch--no, she's not worried. And while Nikolai is less tender than Jesse, she doesn't think he's the type either. Mouse is just not an issue.

And if it came down to that--get a guy wasted and they'll forget they don't fuck little girls. One time, and then they'd have no reason not to. Libby isn't that good at sex. But her oral is good and she makes up for it by being capable of anything.

Breathe very fast, very shallow. Don't move. You can do anything.]

That's exactly my problem. But good, we need--more brains. I can't do it all on my own, right?

[She would have. But it is nice to have an ally there.]

[ Debatably, Libby might have the better tactic, seeing as Alias' response to assault on its child and women selves in the past has been to kill and devour said offenders.

It had prepared to do it all on its own but... no, an alliance like this, for now, doesn't sound like a bad idea at all. Depends on what it's made to do. It should be wary, but this girl isn't exactly offering charity. She's offering mutualism, which should mean that it's safe, right? And if it turns out to be a mistake... it can change. Just slip off this young woman's skin and become something new, wipe the slate.

Right now, though? Right now it's rather excited for this. Something to do, some form of guidance... Yes. It will take this. It seems interesting. ]

'Two heads are better than one', right? You could get through it all quicker if it was both of us, at least.

So what're your boys like, then? Aside from wicked hot

Edited 2012-07-12 23:31 (UTC)

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