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010 ☀ video ☀ you'll learn things you never knew you never knew
[ There is white and red and black, bone and blood and rotting flesh, when the camera first blinks on. Some fiddling, dirty fingers tapping at the lens then pulling it back reveals that the rot is not a human passenger but bovine; the cow that has been on board since Strela, effectively smashed by the jump by all appearance, but rotted already -- rotted for months, by the look of it. (For a year, its owner will tell you, and forensic analysis will back up her story.)
More fiddling, those filthy fingers and long strands of dirty golden-blonde hair (falling, from the looks of things, coming out in chunks and joining the cow on the floor of the ship) covering the lens until Jaye can look into the screen properly. Once again, she looks like a mess. It's worse, this time. Worse physically and mentally, and it's easy to tell by how she interacts with the camera, slides her thumb up over the lens and bobs her head like a bird. It's almost like she can't quite remember what she's supposed to do. ]
I heard voices, [ she starts, voice a hoarse, scratchy mess. Unlike last time she doesn't try to save it, pushes on as if she's talking to herself and her dead cow and not anyone who's listening. ] Are you back? It's been so long. I didn't mean to leave -- I couldn't get there. I was so close and just like him, just couldn't get there. The halls just kept going and then the ship screamed and I had to change before I did, too.
[ She shifts onto her haunches, rocking back and forth, not looking at the camera -- looking around instead, taking in how things look with eyes that aren't the compound eyes of an insect. One hand moves up to move some hair behind an ear and the hair simply falls down in strands, leaving a patch of bare scalp behind on her head. ] It was red again. Red and angry, so angry, the whole time. I didn't mean to do it this time, I didn't -- but I figured it out. They're the same, aren't they? Exactly the same. Trickster and hero and villain all at once. "Fear not, I will help you."
[ There's a laugh, then a sob, then both at once. ]
Don't be mad. A year isn't forty. Just-Like-Creator took the flesh and threw it over the land, and there grew the tribes of men.
[ One hand reaches for the skull of the cow, for the rot covering it, and draws. :) ]
((ooc: Explanation over here!))
More fiddling, those filthy fingers and long strands of dirty golden-blonde hair (falling, from the looks of things, coming out in chunks and joining the cow on the floor of the ship) covering the lens until Jaye can look into the screen properly. Once again, she looks like a mess. It's worse, this time. Worse physically and mentally, and it's easy to tell by how she interacts with the camera, slides her thumb up over the lens and bobs her head like a bird. It's almost like she can't quite remember what she's supposed to do. ]
I heard voices, [ she starts, voice a hoarse, scratchy mess. Unlike last time she doesn't try to save it, pushes on as if she's talking to herself and her dead cow and not anyone who's listening. ] Are you back? It's been so long. I didn't mean to leave -- I couldn't get there. I was so close and just like him, just couldn't get there. The halls just kept going and then the ship screamed and I had to change before I did, too.
[ She shifts onto her haunches, rocking back and forth, not looking at the camera -- looking around instead, taking in how things look with eyes that aren't the compound eyes of an insect. One hand moves up to move some hair behind an ear and the hair simply falls down in strands, leaving a patch of bare scalp behind on her head. ] It was red again. Red and angry, so angry, the whole time. I didn't mean to do it this time, I didn't -- but I figured it out. They're the same, aren't they? Exactly the same. Trickster and hero and villain all at once. "Fear not, I will help you."
[ There's a laugh, then a sob, then both at once. ]
Don't be mad. A year isn't forty. Just-Like-Creator took the flesh and threw it over the land, and there grew the tribes of men.
[ One hand reaches for the skull of the cow, for the rot covering it, and draws. :) ]
((ooc: Explanation over here!))
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[ She smiles, tilts her head and waves at him. ]
A year. Not long for you, is it? Long for me.
yeah still voice
[Not important, it doesn't fucking matter what months and years mean and the only thing that matters out here isn't time. But he swallows it back.
He's not quite sure what matters, but time isn't it.]
Too long?
[Even he's not quite sure what he's asking, but it feels right.]
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No one for company. We like touch, you and I. Don't belong with six legs, either -- makes it hard to remember what you are.
[ Her head tilts to the other side. ] Is Lodewijk with you?
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Mm.
[He's in his room, and Lodewijk is close - he places the comms on the far end of the bed and hefts the little guy up into view.]
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Hello, rabbit. Another trickster, your Big Brother is -- but Coyote did try to eat him. Taught him how to lose and return his eyes, Rabbit did. Could use that trick now.
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Don't tell him that.
[Yet another knee-jerk thing that he isn't sure about. Just feels right, happens before he can think on it.]
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[ She's honestly not sure, and tilts her head, ready to be reprimanded. ]
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[... except, well, he's kind of curious now. A glance to Lodewijk, then up to her, and he raises a brow.]
Lose an' return his eyes?
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[ She smiles. ]
Smart Rabbit. Smart trick.
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[A tilt of his head down to Lodewijk, and he reaches out to scratch the fluffball's ears.]
Don't think he needs t'hear it.
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[ She tilts her head. ]
No more milk. Cow is dead.
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No shit. Prob'ly good. For you, I mean.
[Yeah totally assuming she snacked on the cow out there.]
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Probably. Raw, though. Didn't matter, then.
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You're alive.
[The important part.]
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Different, but alive.
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[well he might end up coming by and leaving flowers while she's sleeping as well but that's neither here nor there]
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[ She tilts her head, lets her eyes grow a bit large, hopeful. Please? ]
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Soon, then.