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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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You're not a freak. If others are not like you, perhaps you have simply evolved beyond them. Humans often dislike that which is different because they fear what they do not understand. They especially fear that which might be stronger than them, better than them.

[Updated encryption program.]

that one's better

and thanks for the boost but freak is a good thing. not fucking human.

what do you know about it anyway

Quite a bit, as it happens. I suppose that makes me a 'freak' as well, by your standards. Do you not know many like yourself, then?

nah

!!and go team freaks right

I am quite at home with staying how I am, yes, if that is what you mean. I have no desire to become something mundane, although I cannot say I am visually as recognisable as you are.

good for you that's easier

BAM then surprise

Something like that, yes. Certainly people do have a rather unfortunate habit of underestimating based on appearances. Even some who you would think should know better. Overconfidence, perhaps. Arrogance. Things people on this ship seem to suffer themselves.

no joke there

like all the secret keepers. come on guys smiley can totally get in he's better than all of you, you're fucked

Smiley? Our red letter friend, correct? Certainly they seem capable enough, from what I have read of their communications. Amusing, too. I must say, I do enjoy a good riddle. A challenge of any sort, if i'm honest. Keeps the mind ticking over.

MAYBE you don't suck after all

yeah but i'll figure him eventually

would fucking help if they didn't hide what i need, this fucking crew

For people who claim to require help they do some rather reluctant to share information, and conveniently amnesiac. I was not aware that I 'sucked', but I suppose I am glad for the benefit of the doubt. Are you busy currently?

Na

what do you want buddy

Not so much a want. I was merely going to suggest it might be more secure to find neutral ground to meet on, as good as I imagine your encryption to be. If you are interested, of course, and I am not too 'sucky' for you. That, and I've grown tired of baiting the prosecutor.

yeah he wears me out fft

kk where

[...she might get into a van for free candy confident she could fight out.]

[ ... Well, that was easy. He didn't even have to be persuasive. ]

Passenger quarters, 8-18?

K

[When she shows up, to be fair, she stands in hjs doorway when he answers and says:]

Let's go somewhere else.

[ Niall looks up from where he's sat on one of the beds in his quarters, hair in mild disarray and sleeves of his jump-suit rolled up. His arms are littered with peculiar old scars but at the moment he's tinkering with his comm device, trying to get a feel for how it physically works. He's far from an expert, though, and it's mostly out of curiosity more than a desire to actually make any change to it. He flicks his eyes up, though, at the sound of footsteps and studies her a moment -- taking in her appearance now he has it first hand before closing the blade of his swiss-army knife and piecing back together the communicator carefully. ]

D'you not find it curious that on a vessel such as this, allegedly some advanced futuristic ship, we are reduced to what is essentially a phone still?

[ Niall gives a wry, dark smile and tugs at his sleeves, getting to his feet and tilting his head at her. ]

Where is it you were hoping to go? Or was simply 'away from everyone else' as far as you had planned?

Edited 2012-07-13 23:06 (UTC)

[Interesting observation Niall. She smiles, wicked sharp. She has her own scars, feathers wreathing gulches of ruined flesh, and a swagger to her walk today.

She is getting so tired. She wants to ask Jesse, finally, for help with that. But later.]

Gardens?

[There were people there, usually. But distant enough for privacy.]

Yeah. The ship is crippling us. Good thing they gave me my computer.

[Precious, treasured. She got it talking to the comms in hours. She rarely actually worked on the damn thing herself.]

Aye, gardens'll do well enough.

[ He's explored a little, somewhat over-carefully, and has a vague idea of the direction to head in. Sliding past her with a flicker of a smile he throws and catches his tool idly, glancing back at her from the hallway. ]

A computer, she says? Now there's lucky. All I got was this, my cigarettes and a lighter myself. Suppose I can find anything else I need, but still seems a touch of favouritism. Perhaps you warrant special treatment.

Probably just knew I'd pitch a fucking fit if I didn't get it.

[The other explanation is that she'd be useless without it. That Niall is useful on his own. And thats uncomfortable. She steps quick to keep up, little thing.]

People are so fucking touchy here.

[Where she's from she does fit right in. Maybe her natural environment--streets and the internet--just don't translate well. She refuses to modify her behavior.]

Touchy?

[ He turns and flickers an amused smile for a second -- slowing his pace so she can keep up more easily. ]

If you mean to imply me I'd point out my observation was merely that, but certainly some of the others I have spoken to seem on the sensitive side. Have you had trouble with them, miss?

[ His tone is easy, calm through the sing-song of his accent as he plays the swiss-army knife through his fingers. He isn't particularly worried by it, people are people. They'll always get themselves worked up over mundane things. ]

Not you, idiot.

[WOW LIBBY.]

All these fucks trying to tell me what I am or that I'm too loud or--fuck. It's like a motherfuck gated community of cleanhands. Everyone is a fucking goody goody white hat. Makes me want to spike their comms.

[Libby's rant is obvious, bright anger. Nothing calm or smooth like Niall. If there was something to kick she'd be kicking it.]

[ Niall jerks an eyebrow, gives a low chuckle at her anger. It isn't that he doesn't agree, he does -- from what he's seen people tend towards the heroic type here. Heroes are overrated, in his opinion. Never worth being a hero. ]

Quite. It is, as I suppose you would say, a terrible case of fucking idiot fuckery.

[ He stops in front of a lift and calls it, gives her a sideways smirk. ]

Not so much the Sandra Dee yourself, though, are you? Take care of yourself well enough there's no need to blend in and conform, of course. Such actions are for those who cannot take the heat which comes with standing out.

That's what I'm always fucking saying. And you sound wicked ridic when you talk like me.

[Libby is impatient, waiting for the lift, and hops into it ahead of Niall.]

Eighth hell, fuck is Sandra Dee? Anyway. Yeah, this place would be wicked rad if not for the fucking morons in it. I want to help fix this motherfuck ship and all they give me is shit. I thought we were one happy crew, but nah, just like everywhere else. Fuck the little streetbirds, they don't know fucking anything because they don't talk all neat and clean. 'Cause they got records.

I'm not the worst thing around by fucking far. It's bullshit.

[ He follows her in calmly and hits the appropriate button for the gardens, studying her as she rants before answering her (likely rhetorical) question with mild amusement. ]

Sandra Dee, the all American squeaky clean girl. Perfect in every way, polite and chaste.

[ He gives a little shrug. ]

Neat and clean is dull and easy to break.

Edited 2012-07-15 21:31 (UTC)

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Text; It's called being resourceful!

Text; and charming her back now

Text; He can be charming if he wants to be!

Text; this is vastly superior

Text; He considers himself vastly superior, yes

Text; A thing in common!

Text; that is true!

Text bonding ensues

Text bitching about everyone else;

Text; they are so dumb right

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Text; | still Libby's encryption JUST IN CASE ANYONE IS STALKING

Text; | LOKI

Text; | Stupid sexy Loki

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