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[the video coming on is a complete accident. the hallway she's in is cast mostly in gloom, and only slightly more than her outline is visible. nill is clutching the comm in her hand, the camera aimed at her crooked. she's wearing one of her dresses from the most recent jump. her face is just out of the frame, but her wings aren't. they're standing straight out from her back, quivering. and from just that small movement, a feather falls.
and then nill darts from her hiding spot into the lit hall, and her wings are in full view. they look scraggly, a few thin patches visible. the sudden movement makes another feather come out, and then the video darkens again as she finds shelter in the next dark hallway. the feed cuts.]
think i am sick
heine where are you
[ooc; molting molting molting yeah]
and then nill darts from her hiding spot into the lit hall, and her wings are in full view. they look scraggly, a few thin patches visible. the sudden movement makes another feather come out, and then the video darkens again as she finds shelter in the next dark hallway. the feed cuts.]
think i am sick
heine where are you
[ooc; molting molting molting yeah]
video | after heine and nill stop network communicating
Hey, you guys--you need anything?
permavid & text in her room
not sure what is happening yet
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You need to eat a lot of protein and salt. Keep your eletrolytes up. This happen to you before? I know mine shed when I've been run down.
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but oh, a question. she shakes her head. no, it's never happened.]
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Fuck--let me talk to your guy before he freaks. I know what this is. [She rolls up her sleeve. Feather buddies, right? And it's a relief to her that--for once these come in useful]
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she wants to type something about it, but then libby says she wants to talk to heine and nill's eyes go wide. she holds up a hand no, stop, that wasn't a good idea. heine... didn't like talking to girls. girls who weren't her, at least.]
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[If it bugged Nill, well. Libby would leave it alone. The guy was sketchy even if she approved of him for taking care of Nill. Didn't make them friends.]
'Kay. Do you know what a period is? Do you get them? It's when you bleed out of your [wow Nill makes her not want to be vulgar, what is that] your vagina every month or...whenev. I don't have one, but do you? Or just know what I mean?
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except nill, of course. he would always care what she thought.
and wow this took a turn that she was not expecting. no she has no idea what a period is because nobody has ever explained this to her. bleeding every month no her vagina is not where blood should be coming from. nill just stares, completely (figuratively) speechless.]
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And oh fuck, no, she is so not the person for this job, someone help her, she just wanted to make an analogy why--but now she's here, and who else knows freaky mutant sex ed like she does?]
Ohhhkay, I--do you know what sex is? And what it's for? I promise this has to do with your feathers, we'll get there.
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No, no, no. Libby freezes, obviously upset, and tilts the camera away for a second to get a grip. She knows that look. She's worn that look. Whixh means she thinks she knows what she has to do, but--she tilts the camera back down.]
Hey. Me too. [Her smile is quietly reassuring, she hopes.] Listen. Let's not talk about that right now. The important thing is this is normal. Your feathers just need to replace themselves. It's like when strands of your hair come out when you're washing it. Just eat stuff that you want and rest. Nothing's wrong with you.
And I think--I think you and me need to talk later. Alone. 'Cause there are things you should know that you don't. About the other thing. And nobody ever helped me out, so. I want to help you out. Can we do that?
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the subject change is alright, though. a relief. she nods, that makes sense. she didn't know why it had never happened before. but she doesn't want to ask, doesn't want to consider the possibility that something on the ship had made her sick. it being natural was so much easier to accept.
"the other thing." nill didn't want to, but... she couldn't exactly say no. so she gives a hesitant nod. okay. maybe sometime.]
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No, she doesn't like talking about it. But Nill needs to know things that will keep her safer, and Libby doesn't even think of asking anyone for help. This is between them.
She had little sisters in freezers waiting to be born. She had little whores who learned how to stay alive in her wake. Libby can do this.]
Is there anything you wanna know about your feathers?
[Because aside from the nod in response, the other subject is cut now.]
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[She teases, but then softens. She does like what he does for Nill, at least. They don't have to like each personally to be allies; stay at a distance and watch Nill. Easy.]
You wicked like him, huh.
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[Libby could slap herself. Now she was never going to get over being protective of Nill.]
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[Fuck knew Libby wouldn't have the patience for it.]
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[...bonding?]
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Well--get some rest. Oatmeal baths help with the itching. I know there's oatmeal on the kitchens.