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[and now in a break from your pirate-related problems, have a return to the other horrors the tq holds. the feed opens on an up-angled shot of two figures. there’s a soft beep that comes from closer to the camera; a sign that a certain droid has finally managed to find a stable network signal. with the alert given, one of the two figures comes to a halt, reaching a hand out to stop the other.
there’s a momentary flicker of the feed, before the scene becomes clearer. just enough to reveal the identity of the two figures. yes, that’s an elusive wichita you see, tq. surprise?]
-- Is it on? [ she laughs before she even hears the affirmative beep from R2, her voice rougher than it normally is, but she doesn’t care. she’s too relieved, too grateful for being found, to put much thought into how off she sounds, and probably looks. three weeks without any human contact has left her feeling a litt-- severely off anyway, so it’s appropriate. she’s a grimy, sweaty mess, dark circles under her eyes, but she’s smiling. kind of. so maybe she’s alright? ] Need to find Mrs. O’Leary. Ran away, silly mutt. Ran away for help, but then she couldn’t find me again. Poor puppy. [ aaaand now she’s frowning at the thought of Mrs. O’Leary wandering the ship alone. and she’s maybe possibly gripping Anakin by the shoulder now, bruised up fingers bunched in the material there, despite her earlier protests of wanting any help walking at all ]
We’ll find her. Or she’ll find us. Don’t worry. [it’s a quiet side comment, directed solely toward wichita. he still isn’t particularly used to this whole “friendship” idea, not after his last attempts. but he knows enough to realize it’s his duty here to try and keep her calm. it’s something that may have been easier to do if he knew her better in the first place.
back to the camera again, and anakin frowns a little. he knows about the pirates; obi-wan had made sure of that. but he doesn’t know whether or not they’re still around. they haven’t had an opportunity till now to make contact with the rest of the ship’s residents since finding wichita.]
We are heading towards the medical bay. [wichita doesn’t get a choice about that one. with his supplies having long since been lost to the jaws of a manticore, he hasn’t had much of an opportunity to check wichita over. all he’s had to go on is the force, and the force is telling him to get her out of there. now.] If it’s safe enough for somebody to meet us there... [well, do.]
No, I don’t want to go to medical, I d- [ don’t need to go to medical was supposed to be the rest of that sentence. but instead she finds the words caught in her throat, like maybe she has to hiccup. or burp. she can’t tell. she huffs, annoyed, but then shakes her head, dismissing it. probably for the best, since she’s just whining like a child. ] I just want a drink, that’s all. Somebody get me a- [ whoa there, floor, who told you to move like that. ] - get me a drink. [ aaaand now she’ll drop to one knee, her free hand moving up to press against her eyes. nnh, her head is pounding- ] Shut it off, Artoo, just-
[ click. ]
[ ooc: wichita's blue-font, anakin's black-font. so thanks to Artoo and Anakin, Wichita's back! any replies from here on out will be voice replies, and if you text them, just specify which comm you want it to be sent to. thankies! ]
there’s a momentary flicker of the feed, before the scene becomes clearer. just enough to reveal the identity of the two figures. yes, that’s an elusive wichita you see, tq. surprise?]
-- Is it on? [ she laughs before she even hears the affirmative beep from R2, her voice rougher than it normally is, but she doesn’t care. she’s too relieved, too grateful for being found, to put much thought into how off she sounds, and probably looks. three weeks without any human contact has left her feeling a litt-- severely off anyway, so it’s appropriate. she’s a grimy, sweaty mess, dark circles under her eyes, but she’s smiling. kind of. so maybe she’s alright? ] Need to find Mrs. O’Leary. Ran away, silly mutt. Ran away for help, but then she couldn’t find me again. Poor puppy. [ aaaand now she’s frowning at the thought of Mrs. O’Leary wandering the ship alone. and she’s maybe possibly gripping Anakin by the shoulder now, bruised up fingers bunched in the material there, despite her earlier protests of wanting any help walking at all ]
We’ll find her. Or she’ll find us. Don’t worry. [it’s a quiet side comment, directed solely toward wichita. he still isn’t particularly used to this whole “friendship” idea, not after his last attempts. but he knows enough to realize it’s his duty here to try and keep her calm. it’s something that may have been easier to do if he knew her better in the first place.
back to the camera again, and anakin frowns a little. he knows about the pirates; obi-wan had made sure of that. but he doesn’t know whether or not they’re still around. they haven’t had an opportunity till now to make contact with the rest of the ship’s residents since finding wichita.]
We are heading towards the medical bay. [wichita doesn’t get a choice about that one. with his supplies having long since been lost to the jaws of a manticore, he hasn’t had much of an opportunity to check wichita over. all he’s had to go on is the force, and the force is telling him to get her out of there. now.] If it’s safe enough for somebody to meet us there... [well, do.]
No, I don’t want to go to medical, I d- [ don’t need to go to medical was supposed to be the rest of that sentence. but instead she finds the words caught in her throat, like maybe she has to hiccup. or burp. she can’t tell. she huffs, annoyed, but then shakes her head, dismissing it. probably for the best, since she’s just whining like a child. ] I just want a drink, that’s all. Somebody get me a- [ whoa there, floor, who told you to move like that. ] - get me a drink. [ aaaand now she’ll drop to one knee, her free hand moving up to press against her eyes. nnh, her head is pounding- ] Shut it off, Artoo, just-
[ click. ]
[ ooc: wichita's blue-font, anakin's black-font. so thanks to Artoo and Anakin, Wichita's back! any replies from here on out will be voice replies, and if you text them, just specify which comm you want it to be sent to. thankies! ]
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[ grumpface. also she might've tried to reach for the flower long after he whapped her with it. hm. ]
Were they on our floor? Pillaging and plundering? All my stuff's in there-!
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[....
......
whap
It turns into him offering the lone stem to her, though, because he knows exactly how important stuff can be to a person.]
Still don't know. I was in the Gardens, whole time. Maybe not - had a couple of people on our floor lookin' out. My room s'fine.
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[ copying him like a four year-old. again. but oh, hello flower, prettyyy- she's just gonna hold it on her lap. maybe brush her thumb over the petals because they're soft. super soft. she's not crushing it! but. she might be petting it. just with her thumb. space drugs make everything feel really cool. ]
Good. If your room is fine then my room is fine. S'fine. [ nod ] I'm really glad to be back here again. Nobody to talk to out there. [ ... You're nice to talk to, though. You're funny. [ whhhhaaaaaat ] -- Can I have my water? [ she's looking at the little table with her glass of water now, instead of his face. but she is asking him. definitely. ]
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... funny.
[W h a t. But, sure, water. He shifts in his seat and doesn't have to lean at all, one long arm out to get the water and he hands it over without thinking about it.]
Somethin' must've fucked you up out there, if you think I'm funny.
random bracket ok way to go 5am!chrissy
to be fair there were many, many brackets
........ uh huh.
Why - were you - [and here comes his ridiculous accent because he's switching to english to repeat it] - sweet talking me.
[Sveet talkink.]
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I wanted water, and you got me my water. And maybe that's also how I say 'thank you for the water and for the flower too it's very pretty'. Maybe.
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[Grumble grumble. The bite that should be behind that is probably so far away it's out in orbit, given the fact that he once again has repeated the phrase in English.]
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[ lose my groove? good one, Kansas. saying shit like that means she probably has lost her groove. maybe that's what she'll say now, instead of 'space crazy'. oh, she just lost her groove. ]
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Don't swee- stop doin' that.
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Ooh, fine.
[ she lets her head tip back onto her pillow for a moment, staring up at the ceiling with her mouth open. the ceiling's just weird right now. ]
Hey.
Who'd you get all those flowers for?
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uh]
Uh.
[So eloquent. But he reassures himself with the fact that she probably won't remember half of this conversation.]
Lucrezia, Tyke. Couple, ah - just in case.
[aka he's half expecting to find someone else he knows down here.]