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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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[ Jaye slides her hands over the cow skull once more. ]
But I poked. Poked and prodded and searched and now... now, this.
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Not this. Wasn't supposed to be this. She got greedy. I'm sorry. It's in the bones now, it won't come out. Shén dài wǒ huí jiā, I'm sorry.
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Was it angry for him? Didn't ever ask...
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[ sneakybro didn't see the same things, did he? river can't tell. ]
Will it leave a scar?
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[ He told her once, drunk and miserable and because she had asked. ]
Always does. Better to have physical ones than these.
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[ immediate, firm. not. broken toys don't work anymore and she wants them to work. wants to believe they'll keep working. ]
Both are permanent. Say it fades with time but you'll remember. Phantom scars. Are you a ghost?
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Shapeshifter. Kept me alive, crawling as an insect -- too small for the ship but not worthless.
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[ shapeshifter. something new and fantastical. ]
You're everything. Nothing is worthless and you're everything. You're alive.
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[ Not everything else, but honestly, who wants to shapeshift into a lamp? ]
Does she want to see?
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Can she make a bird?
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Jay. With an e?
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River. Also with an e, like brooks and streams.
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Jaye flutters her wings again and then is a river otter. She rolls on the ground once then sits back up, and then she changes back. ]
New face. New life. Hello, River.