001 ☀ video ☀ the indigo children

[tumbleweeds]

[ The woman on screen is glaring down at her arm, a hint of black – her number – visible as she shifts. ]

I’ve woken up in some weird places before, but this is definitely the weirdest. [ She thinks. Her memory is, at the moment, still a bit fuzzy thanks to whatever was in those tubes, the “stasis” – she’s trying not to think about all the things that could have been done to her while she was out. Tattooing was apparently one of them. ]

Also, I found this in what’s apparently my locker. [ Her hand opens, revealing a switchblade. ] It’s not mine, but I’ve seen it before. If you know who it belongs to [ and there is a faint note of hope in her voice; she may be in space but this belongs to her brother ] come and talk to me.

[ That should be the end of it -- almost is, in fact, her hand reaching to cut the connection, but then Jaye pauses. ] He's my brother. [ And then it cuts out. ]

((ooc: WOW I HAVE THE BEST TIMING right after I post this I am informed that I'll be leaving the house soon BUT I WILL BACKTAG FOREVER))

Comments

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[puppydogeyes]

A name could help.

text; sure am gonna phone tag

[tumbleweeds]

Scott. If that's what he's still going by.

text; this crazy modern technology

[puppydogeyes]

Haven't heard that name.
People usually get their own shit in their lockers.
Not other people's.

text; ikr

[tumbleweeds]

It's definitely his. I don't use knives.

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[puppydogeyes]

Not saying it isn't his.
But it was in your locker.

text;

[tumbleweeds]

It was.

voice;

[coarse]

They took your brother?

voice;

[tumbleweeds]

I don't know. This is the first sign of him I've had in years.

[coarse]

Any reason why they'd capture you together?

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[puppydogeyes]

So it might be that it was meant for you.
That he's not here.

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[tumbleweeds]

How would they get it, though?

[ Probably the same way they get everything else, Jaye. ]

[tumbleweeds]

[ There's a pause. Yes, the part of her that's still scared and sixteen wants to say, remembering the fire, their parents. They ran. Could they still be looking? Then there were people on the streets -- but neither of those make sense, not with the spaceship angle. ]

I don't know. [ It makes more sense for her, with her job, but she just doesn't know about Scott. ]

[coarse]

So they just picked you out at random.

[tumbleweeds]

As far as I know, I'd be more worthwhile to them than he would. But like I said... I haven't seen him in years.

[coarse]

[Silence. He's running on the assumption that both he and Bonnie were taken together, not only because her power makes her more valuable, but also because the thought that she might not be here just makes things a lot worse for both of them. Especially for her, if she has to be alone.]

... My sister would be more worthwhile to them than me.

[tumbleweeds]

Really, my boss would be more worthwhile than me, but I doubt they could control him. [ You don't control Coyote. ]

... The ship's large. Maybe they're deeper in.

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[puppydogeyes]

I don't know.
No one does.
Shit just shows up at the jumps.

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[tumbleweeds]

And no one knows if it's magic or science, either?

[coarse]

Yeah. I won't be giving up any time soon.

[Beat. A question lingers after her first statement, a new curiosity trying to push a button or two.]

Why can't they control him?

[tumbleweeds]

I should go look.

[ No Jaye. No you shouldn't. ]

He's hard to control. [ "He's a god." ]

[coarse]

[let's go on an adventuuure charlie]

I got that much.

[For someone who's used to just snatching the answer off people's thoughts, he's liking this network communication thing less and less. His own first, paranoid answer: he's the Devil. Sulfur slaves usually refer to him with more formality in their titles, but Bass was raised in a city full of them - the man he thought was his father being one - so something like 'boss' wouldn't be anything new.]

Where's he from?

[tumbleweeds]

[ candy mountaaaiiiin ]

North America. No idea where he's from originally, but we travel a lot -- me, him, and my apprentice.

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[puppydogeyes]

Don't think I've seen anyone mention magic.

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[tumbleweeds]

I heard about the demons. That doesn't seem very science-y.

[coarse]

[...good god the ship is going to take our kidneys

And after some quiet deliberation, Bass just decides to say fuck it and throw it out there.]

Sulfur?