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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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Sweet feathers.

[Twice in one day. What the fuck is going on.]

Thanks. They're sort of a bitch sometimes, though.

[She picks at one. Pinion. She can't fly, what a fucking joke.]

[ Feathers are cool. ]

Yeah, I get that. Gotta groom 'em right, too.

[ Jaye doesn't have any obvious marks of her own, but she's a shapeshifter. She's been a bird; the blue jay (of course) is one of her favorite forms. ]

Ugh, serious. They didn't even make me with the right shit for that, I have to make things--once I got fucking mange or something, they all fell out and left the pore open. Gross looking as fuck.

And they get everywhere when they shed.

[And they're hers and she loves them, even if she hates why she has them. That's obvious in her affection looking at them. It's not like strawberries; Libby may not be really meant for feathers, but she feels like a bird.

She wishes she could fly, sometimes. Then she wonders if she could do that, now, actually--and Jaye is seemingly forgotten as Libby drops her cutlery and stands on the table. It should be easy enough, right?

In seconds she's floating and laughing, bright and incredulous.]

Holy fuck. Do you see this? Do you fucking see this?

[ Jaye makes a face. Mange. Fucking gross. ]

I can help with that. The cleaning thing. But not if you've got mange, then I'm not touching that shit.

[ ... man. It shouldn't, but watching Libby reminds her of training Kane. It's not telekinesis but there's nothing like watching someone really discover something new about their power for the first time. ]

Fuck yeah, I see it.

Holy fuck.

[This is a tell. She shouldn't be doing this. But she is fucking flying--he has to show everyone, Mouse will do that thing with his mouth and Jesse will be pumped and Nikolai might even clap--

Strange, that she thinks of them. But it's eclipsed by carefully hovering away from the table, closer to the ceiling. She has to take her time with this. She's still not wholly in control and she doesn't want to break her neck.

But she's flying. Actually flying.]

I never--can you believe I didn't try this before?

That depends on how long you've been able to do that. Or how long you've been able to do it without people breathing down you neck about it.

[ There's a reason they keep the gods and the minders secret, after all. She can only imagine what it's like when part of your gift is more visible. ]

Ever since puberty. But I didn't--get to show it where I'm from.

[There. Not from birth, but this is better anyway. It makes her possible slips more plausible.]

So no way to really play with it, I was worried about getting caught. But here I can do whatev.

That'll be helpful if the gravity ever goes out, too.

[ Jaye thinking ahead for once. What. ]

We've got plenty of assholes on the ship who'll want to use you for it either way.

Yeah, yeah.

[Libby is dismissive, on the surface, but--well, another person who isn't a total loss. And she likes her feathers. Someone to watch.]

People try to use me anyway. Let they try. Last guy who did that? He's in prison now. Bet space prison is fucked up.

And yeah. Gravity goes out--or we need to get something out of reach--all kinds of uses.

I like the confidence.

[ No words of warning past that though, not yet -- she's not going to mention her own encounter with Klaus out in public like this, she's not going to mention Crowley's real deal at all, and Loki is too new for him to have really been taken into account in her mental list of threats, despite Jarvis' warning. ]

Sex toys. [ Jaye that is not what telekinesis is for. ]

Gross.

[For a girl this vulgar you'd think she'd be less squeamish about sex.

But Libby doesn't like sex. If she's having it it means that she is bartering for something, or someone has made her. She's deadened herself to it, but the idea of using something this amazing for that--would someone make her? Would she have to? Would they take even this and ruin it?

Libby, who literally ate garbage in another life, feels queasy. She lowers herself to the ground. Doesn't feel like flying much anymore.]

No way.

[ Jaye's seen looks like that before. Hard not to sometimes, when you're living out on the streets, but it's been a few years and she's always been one to own her body so no one tries to do it for her. She hits on most of the guys and isn't too picky as long as they haven't seriously turned her off in some way, and she learned how to take care of herself very quickly back home, even before Coyote gave her teeth and claws.

So she nods, ducks her head slightly; doesn't say sorry because she doesn't know this girl, but it's something like it. ]

In that case, I definitely suggest you convince someone that the ship is haunted with it. [ Pause. ] Which fuck, who knows, it might be -- but that's not the point.

...that is the best idea.

[She's easily distracted, anyway.

(It's going to be different now. She doesn't know that Nikolai, who may be vor but is still human, has strong feelings about her whoring. She doesn't know how Jesse, who is a drug dealer, runs good and deep with his goodness. Even if anyone on the ship tried--they'd regret it.)]

Even better if it's haunted. Then it'd do half my job for me. Yes. Ghosts.

[ Even Jaye, who tends to be content to let people fight their own battles unless she actually likes them, would step in on that -- and then whoever was trying it would have to face several hundred pounds of pissed off grizzly bear. ]

Scare the piss out of Edgeworth, it'll be good for him or something.

That's the noob, right?

[Libby is the worst person.]

Fuck yes. He'll be so fucked.

Oh yeah. He's some lawyer or something, I don't know.

We'll all get a laugh out of it.

[Already smirking. A game, finally.]

He needs to pull his dick out of his own ass.

Not sure he'd know what to do with it.

Ha!

Yeah, but he'd be less full of shit.

Might all be replaced with a bunch of [ pause, blowing some hair out of her face ] hot air.

[Libby's smile is wicked.]

Sure, but then he's easier to knock over.

Did I get your name?

Don't think it'd take much now.

[ She grins. ]

Nah. Jaye, like the bird but with an e at the end. That part's important.

He is so annoying. How is he alive?

Libby. Like nothing.

No one's pushed him out the airlock yet. Plus he's really funny to watch when you get him flustered.

Sweet.

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