( 001 | VOICE | backdated a billion years to post-jump )

[somerville]

[ after spending a lengthy amount of time sorting herself out and making sure every possible trace of blue... stuff from her hair, eleanor eventually opts for the voice option on the communication devices, despite being reasonably satisfied with her now clean appearance. mostly because the bed in her room is actually half decent - all things considered - and she can't be bothered not to be horizontal, and that wouldn't make for a good camera angle.

she sighs, mildly and a little flatly. ]

Such a shame that the future of space travel and such has sacrificed good taste completely in the name of practicality. My kingdom for even a well-stocked Primark, to be perfectly honest. [ a pause. ] No use crying over spilt milk and all that, or whatever the appropriate turn of phrase might be, I'm not in much of a position to think about it too deeply right now. Still getting used to that space bit.

[ she smiles to herself, without much amusement. ]

The tattoo's rather on the nose, isn't it? I suppose post-it notes have also gone out of fashion and use around here. [ in her own company, she lifts her arm to look at it once again. ] I'd have much rather a typed memo than a permanent stain, but that really can't be helped. What's done is very much done.

[ pause. ]

I'm Eleanor, by the by.

[ she's usually quite good at conducting herself in these sorts of situations, introducing herself to a pack of strangers, but- well, the more time she has to herself here, the more it's sinking in that she's not at all where she's supposed to be. it's throwing her off her game. ]

Comments

voice

[withlace]

Practicality occasionally has its benefits.

voice

[somerville]

Of course, I can't argue with that - I presume that as a general rule, that is often the very aim of practically. [ her smile is audible: ] Still, I can't help bemoaning its duller qualities.

voice

[withlace]

Completely understandable, but you should know, you best get used to it here. [ it's not meant to sound rude and it doesn't, just blatant in its honesty. ] There's rarely anything better than what's practical and the rest of the time you're simply forced to put up with what it is you do have.

voice

[somerville]

Well, the jumpsuits already gave the game away in terms of this not being a five star luxury escape - I bring no rose-tinted expectations with me.

[briefly]

I'm very sad to say you get used to it.

[somerville]

I was afraid someone might say that. This isn't a spontaneous weekend getaway, then, I take it?

[briefly]

You'll find that very little about this ship isn't spontaneous, as much as we try to make sense of it. But no, I don't think you'll be going anywhere else too soon.

[somerville]

Oh, believe me, I gave up on trying to make sense of just about everything in the universe years ago, I'm not going to try here, of all places.

[invisibilitea]

Oh my god what I wouldn't give for some sense of style.

[somerville]

Wouldn't it just make the situation that little bit more tolerable? A minor courtesy or apology for having brought us here in the first place.

[invisibilitea]

I've rather given up on an apology, but I would take a shop. A shop would be lovely.

[Even though Annie can't change. She can advise everyone else on what to wear, though!]

v o i c e

[trouvaille]

I was never very into the scifi aesthetic, either.

Ilde. ( eel-day. )

v o i c e

[somerville]

At the risk of sounding like a cliché, I'd much rather the rolling hills and endless fields of wild flowers and barley. [ sighing, once again, verging on theatrical if she didn't sound so sincere. ] I doubt I'll be finding such vistas here.

What a beautiful name, if you don't mind my saying so.

v o i c e

[trouvaille]

Going from Tuscany to this is...well.

It means glorious war.

[leaps]

Good taste is subjective, isn't it?

[somerville]

You've picked up on the key flaw in my commentary - yes, good taste is very much subjective, but everyone has to draw a line somewhere, and I draw mine at jumpsuits.

text;

[stimulations]

The ship does occasionally see fit to bestow us with familiar items of clothing. If you didn't find any when you arrived, however, it's unlikely you'll see any for a while.

text;

[somerville]

How very promising. I was mercifully allowed a single jumper, which I simultaneously appreciate and find vaguely unnerving considering that it seems to be identical to my favourite from home, down to the loose threads on the sleeve.

text;

[stimulations]

It likely is your jumper from home. Unless you want to get into the theories of how we're plucked from our worlds and times and can be dropped back into them with no memory of being here and no one else knowing we were ever gone. It's a bit of a headache, really.

voice;

[doggedly]

Tattoos can be quite striking on the right arm, y'know. You shouldn't be so quick to dismiss it, miss.

voice;

[somerville]

Oh no, I don't mean to dismiss tattoos on the whole, not at all. I'm quite partial to them, actually, if done well, but I had imagined that if I were ever personally to get one, it would not be a brand of galactic imprisonment.

voice;

[doggedly]

Well, it's not really imprisonment, is it. Kidnapping, yeah. And I s'ppose it's imprisonment in the sense that we're stuck aboard this ship, but it's a massive ship.

You don't have any tattoos of your own, then? Besides your new matchy one.

voice.

[wheeloffire]

Is that what they are called? Tattoo?

They are a rather unpleasant thing, aren't they? It's a very odd thing.

My name is Frodo Baggins, Miss Elanor. A pleasure to meet you.

voice.

[somerville]

That is indeed what they're called - or so I assume, unless they have a different name here. They can be quite beautiful, actually, if created by the right hands.





[ a slight pause, though, where eleanor listens a little closer to the name that was just given her... there is a vague sense of hesitation in her voice as she goes on. ]

Likewise, Mr. Baggins.

voice.

[wheeloffire]

I beg your pardon, but I can hardly think of a tattoo looking beautifully. Not with these awful things marking us. It's like being branded with the cattle. How can they look so pure?

Thank you!

…If you don't mind me asking, how long have you been on this ship?