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voidtreckerexpress2019-09-08 07:59 am
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Well that was Strange
Who: Little One and open!
Where: Cabin 1:C, games room, kitchen, carriage B
When: Bassoon day 4
What: Little One wakes up in a suitcase
Warnings: No specific ones to start but if anyone needs her dialect dropped please let me know! edited: Blood drinking in the Joss thread
Waking: Towards and into cabin 1:C
It was dark when she woke and she knew straight away that she was somewhere enclosed. Not her bed. Not even the makeshift bed she had made. Enclosed, small. Hands went out, probing. Not panicking. Not yet. There was no point until she had more information and no point even after. If she was trapped she was trapped. She would have to deal with that.
She hit solid walls on either side but as she reached above her head there was give and she pushed, swinging the lid open. She sat up and looked around. Luggage carriage. She could tell by the smell, the lingering smell of smoke. She clambered out of the suitcase and frowned on it. How had she got there?
Night time wanderings, a voice. The voice. Telling her she was needed in the control coach. Was that here? Then nothing. Until now.
Weird. She padded out of the luggage carriage, through the dressing carriage. It was full of spiderwebs. She wrinkled her nose. Had Peter gone crazy?
She is in her nightdress but she can see from the windows it is day time, or whatever passes for it here. So she heads to her room. She should get dressed. She presses her ticket to the screen and enters.
What's new? Carriage E
She had been on her way to get some food but this was a new carriage. One that had appeared when she was... Wherever she had been. She's trying not to think about the fact she had disappeared, it's weird. She entered the carriage and wrinkled her nose, what was this? She went over to one of the trunks and began looking through the boxes. Games. Board games. That must be it. She's heard of them.
She went through both floors, stopping to poke things or pick things up and read them. So many. How were there even so many games? Who had made them all? Why were they here?
Upstairs was even stranger, she picked up a large wooden block wondering what sort of game it was for. Building? Fighting?
Stranger still was the other side with the strange face masks. She picked one up and turned it around in her hands, examining it from all angles. What kind of game was this?
Disappearing is hungry work: Kitchen
Her explorations could only last too long before her stomach made it clear she hadn't eaten in a long time. She knows logically if she hadn't eaten in a whole week she wouldn't be alive so she must have... But she's still hungry.
She had read the information for this month. She doesn't even know what a Bassoon is, but Red team are to cook this month. That's her. She can cook. So she heads towards the kitchen to find something to eat.
There's fish, that's good. She knows what to do with fish and she finds some honey. Soon she is stood on tiptoes at a counter, heating a pan of oil and smearing honey onto a piece of fish.
Taking stock: Carriage B
After eating she went to one of the shop screens and bought some chocolate, some sweets and a bottle of purple drink.
She went to the normal carriage and found a table to clamber up onto. She leaned against the window, red hood pulled over her head, bare feet crossed in front of her, sweets spilled out on the table as she investigated them. She hadn't found one she didn't like yet honestly.
There's a lot to think about, where she had been, why she had been taken. She had missed a whole week and missed new people arriving. It makes her angry that she doesn't have any memories about it. Was she controlled in some way? How had she gotten off the train? Nothing made sense. She sighed and leaned her head back against the window.
Where: Cabin 1:C, games room, kitchen, carriage B
When: Bassoon day 4
What: Little One wakes up in a suitcase
Warnings: No specific ones to start but if anyone needs her dialect dropped please let me know! edited: Blood drinking in the Joss thread
Waking: Towards and into cabin 1:C
It was dark when she woke and she knew straight away that she was somewhere enclosed. Not her bed. Not even the makeshift bed she had made. Enclosed, small. Hands went out, probing. Not panicking. Not yet. There was no point until she had more information and no point even after. If she was trapped she was trapped. She would have to deal with that.
She hit solid walls on either side but as she reached above her head there was give and she pushed, swinging the lid open. She sat up and looked around. Luggage carriage. She could tell by the smell, the lingering smell of smoke. She clambered out of the suitcase and frowned on it. How had she got there?
Night time wanderings, a voice. The voice. Telling her she was needed in the control coach. Was that here? Then nothing. Until now.
Weird. She padded out of the luggage carriage, through the dressing carriage. It was full of spiderwebs. She wrinkled her nose. Had Peter gone crazy?
She is in her nightdress but she can see from the windows it is day time, or whatever passes for it here. So she heads to her room. She should get dressed. She presses her ticket to the screen and enters.
What's new? Carriage E
She had been on her way to get some food but this was a new carriage. One that had appeared when she was... Wherever she had been. She's trying not to think about the fact she had disappeared, it's weird. She entered the carriage and wrinkled her nose, what was this? She went over to one of the trunks and began looking through the boxes. Games. Board games. That must be it. She's heard of them.
She went through both floors, stopping to poke things or pick things up and read them. So many. How were there even so many games? Who had made them all? Why were they here?
Upstairs was even stranger, she picked up a large wooden block wondering what sort of game it was for. Building? Fighting?
Stranger still was the other side with the strange face masks. She picked one up and turned it around in her hands, examining it from all angles. What kind of game was this?
Disappearing is hungry work: Kitchen
Her explorations could only last too long before her stomach made it clear she hadn't eaten in a long time. She knows logically if she hadn't eaten in a whole week she wouldn't be alive so she must have... But she's still hungry.
She had read the information for this month. She doesn't even know what a Bassoon is, but Red team are to cook this month. That's her. She can cook. So she heads towards the kitchen to find something to eat.
There's fish, that's good. She knows what to do with fish and she finds some honey. Soon she is stood on tiptoes at a counter, heating a pan of oil and smearing honey onto a piece of fish.
Taking stock: Carriage B
After eating she went to one of the shop screens and bought some chocolate, some sweets and a bottle of purple drink.
She went to the normal carriage and found a table to clamber up onto. She leaned against the window, red hood pulled over her head, bare feet crossed in front of her, sweets spilled out on the table as she investigated them. She hadn't found one she didn't like yet honestly.
There's a lot to think about, where she had been, why she had been taken. She had missed a whole week and missed new people arriving. It makes her angry that she doesn't have any memories about it. Was she controlled in some way? How had she gotten off the train? Nothing made sense. She sighed and leaned her head back against the window.
Room 1C
"Buttercup?" He breathes and has to fight every instinct in him to keep his distance. He didn't want to upset her but he was so relieved to see her again! So much in fact, he forgot that he wasn't supposed to be bothering her even this much. "How.. where have you been? I've been worried sick about you. Are you alright?"
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She remembered Hibiki leaving and how Gwen had disappeared for a time. Had she done the same? He had been worried about her?
She's not sure how that makes her feel. She stepped further into the room and up to him, looking for a moment very much her age, unsure, confused. "How long did I be being gone?"
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"Well.. it.. it's been about nine days, kid. I was really worried we'd lost you." And clearly that was the worst thing ever, by his tone. "Do you feel okay? Anything hurt? I uh.. oh! I have something for you."
He opens up a tiny suitcase he pilfered from the luggage room (aired out so it wouldn't stink) and inside is her dralite chocolate lolli. "This is yours from doing so well on Ciyesia. I saved it for you."
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She tilted her head at the mention of him having something for her and peered at the strange item Tony held out. "Do it be being food? It do be being chocolate?" It smelled like chocolate but it looked like... Was that a dralite? "Did you be making it?"
She might not be as hungry as she should be for being missing nine days but she's still hungry. She reaches out for the lolly, still cautious, even though she's pretty sure he won't take it away.
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As she looks at the candy, he shakes his head. "No, it was our reward for winning. We were the most successful team. I saved it for you, but I didn't make it. I believe it is chocolate just in the shape of the dralite. You can do that with chocolate- mold it into looking like silly things. Please, take it. It belongs to you."
He sits down on the edge of his bunk, watching her a moment. "I'm really glad you're okay. Since you've been away, we had another stop with new people boarding the train. They seem like a good bunch. There's also a new carriage that has games. When you feel like it, perhaps you'd be interested in playing something with me?" That was better than a hug right? It was still interacting with him but doing something and no touching. He'd learned his lesson, he promises!
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She had managed to get nabbed by eagles, if that was winning then she didn't want to know how badly everyone else had done.
He explained what she had missed, more new people and a carriage with games. Peter and Madoka would be happy then. She nodded slowly at the offer. She had almost forgotten that things were still strange with him. It was tricky. Her and Peter had made up easily but was Tony still mad? She remembered his threat. But she had been good, she hadn't made Peter go leaky faced, hadn't done anything she thought he would disapprove of. He had seemed worried that she was gone. He didn't seem angry. "I would be liking that."
Strange that Tony would want to play a game. He's not a child, not even a too-old child like Peter was.
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His expression shifts to a warm smile when she said she would be willing to play a game with him sometime. He doesn't care too much about the game, but it gave them something to do together. "Good." He leans back on his bed and fumbles through his compartment again before pulling out a polo. Slipping it on, he gets up. "We're in charge of the kitchen this month too. I should start getting lunch together for everyone. Would you like to join me?"
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"We do be cooking?" That sounded more fun than laundry. She nodded and hunted on her bed until she found a polo shirt and trousers. She was getting the hang of getting changed on the small space of the bed and soon she was ready, pulling her hoodie over her head before hopping down and following Tony out of the room.
So their chores had changed, other things will have changed also and she would have to keep her eyes out, adapt quickly.