second ♕ accidental video

[gentles]

[Although she has been getting a hang of using her comms device, she's had a poor habit of accidentally turning it on every once in a while- so bear with her. This seems to be once of those times, having hit a button when moving the device over.

Susan sits upon the bed in her room, staring down at the golden crown clasped gently in her hands. It's an intricate circlet of delicate looking leaves and gilded flowers, an item of clearly very fine craftsmenship. She's frowning, but there's also the slighest, almost nostalgic smile pulling her lips upward.]

[ooc; her crown looks like this in case anyone was curious]

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[resplendens]

Su? [ He almost sounds tentative. ] I think you... What have you got there?

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[gentles]

[Oh. She turns toward the screen, her brow shooting up as a small flush spreads across her cheeks.]

Well, it's a crown Peter.

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[resplendens]

[ He looks perfectly bemused, mixed with teasing and the long-suffering look of an older brother. ] Alright. Why do you have one?

[theshabbiestofmen]

It's beautiful. Is it a present from home?

[gentles]

Not from England, it isn't.

[Oh, that just slipped out. She isn't even sure if anyone would believe her if she said she technically came from two worlds instead of just the one.]

[theshabbiestofmen]

Where from, then?

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[lacksgrace]

Nice, uh, thing you got there. [ A pause. ] What's it for?

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[gentles]

[She blinks.]

It's a crown. They're usually worn on one's head.

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[lacksgrace]

I get that. But why do you have one?

[wolfinthesnow]

That is a fine crown, Lady Susan.

[gentles]

[She smiles softly.]

Thank you.

[wolfinthesnow]

Is it yours?

[northerner]

Whoever forged such a crown had great talent. Is it yours?

[gentles]

[Glancing over at the screen, she nods.]

It was.

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[wigs]

Oh. [There is a pause as Effie breathes in. Bear with her -- she hasn't seen many pretty things since being on this ship.] That's a lovely piece of jewelry you have there.

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[gentles]

It's not exactly jewelry. [She pauses.] It's a little more formal than that.

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[wellrested]

What a beautiful crown. Are you a princess?

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[gentles]

[She lets out a breath.]

No. I'm... well, I was a queen.

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[credences]

[ He knows he shouldn't be seeing this moment, but he is, all the same. His voice, when he speaks, is soft, gentle. ]

It's really lovely.

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[gentles]

[She smiles slightly, lowering her eyes to the crown before bringing them level to the screen.]

Thank you.

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[ploughing]

You seem too young to look so forlornly at a crown.

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[gentles]

[Oh that gets a bit of a wry chuckle from her.]

You'd think so.

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[mathematically]

You should wear it.

[ Because if the ship feels like gifting people crowns, their crowns, it seems like a waste for them not to actually wear them. Especially if she's looking like that when she looks at it. ]

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[gentles]

It's not exactly practical.

[vivelavenir]

[He normally wouldn't approach a stranger, especially not over a communication's device quite so impersonal... but, well.

There's a crown of flowers, and that's a hopeful sign for this ship.]

Have you made it yourself, mademoiselle? Spring is the best season for daffodils.

[At least, it was spring last he knew. He'd give a brief smile, to signal that he thought the crown well-made. The only crowns that should exist should be those made of flowers.

Also, since making no introduction seemed rude;]

My name is Jean Prouvaire. I hope you don't mind the question, but; do flowers bloom somewhere on this ship?