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unknownseas2021-02-06 04:50 pm
dokkalfheimr) wrote in unknownseas2021-02-06 04:50 pm
And we're all adrift together through the cold mist, 'til we're lifeless together
[The preparations hit differently this time.
Last weekend was at least an attempt at being festive, even with the light supplies they have; at being joyous, at giving people at least one nice thing to look back upon before things inevitably took a turn for the worse. And now two people are dead, and instead of trying to figure out structure placement and how best to keep everyone entertained and occupied and well-fed, the preparations now are given to much more practical purposes.
Large amounts of bottled water from the machine. Bagels and bread and muffins, light starchy things to avoid forcing anyone to keep meat or seafood down after seeing a corpse. Fruit for the sake of providing energy. Avoiding including bananas for any reason. Quietly pulling aside one of the first people she sees with any experience in the matter and asking them to help her make tea.
Once she's got one of the tables at the party zone set up and the tea is on its way to being prepared, she'll set around letting people know; the invitations are simple, written in Freyja's broad, elegant handwriting:
I think another gathering tonight would be beneficial. Not to celebrate, but to remember; perhaps more importantly, to ensure that no one is alone if they don't want to be.
Tonight is hard. There is nothing further to do but get through it.]
Last weekend was at least an attempt at being festive, even with the light supplies they have; at being joyous, at giving people at least one nice thing to look back upon before things inevitably took a turn for the worse. And now two people are dead, and instead of trying to figure out structure placement and how best to keep everyone entertained and occupied and well-fed, the preparations now are given to much more practical purposes.
Large amounts of bottled water from the machine. Bagels and bread and muffins, light starchy things to avoid forcing anyone to keep meat or seafood down after seeing a corpse. Fruit for the sake of providing energy. Avoiding including bananas for any reason. Quietly pulling aside one of the first people she sees with any experience in the matter and asking them to help her make tea.
Once she's got one of the tables at the party zone set up and the tea is on its way to being prepared, she'll set around letting people know; the invitations are simple, written in Freyja's broad, elegant handwriting:
I think another gathering tonight would be beneficial. Not to celebrate, but to remember; perhaps more importantly, to ensure that no one is alone if they don't want to be.
Tonight is hard. There is nothing further to do but get through it.]
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[ It's not like he's shy about her watching, more that he's aware that people like to be the sole focus of attention when they're engaged in conversations. And while there are plenty of times he ignores this himself, alchemy takes precedent over everything else so it really shouldn't count.
As for the painting—he doesn't have a brush set so he's made due with what details he can get across with a ballpoint pen. The end result is something like this but more sketchy. The amount of detail on the Kraken is somewhere in the middle given that he didn't really have the time to take in everything considering what was going on, but he captured it's form pretty well all things considered. For the time being he goes back to darkening certain lines, making them more bold to give weight. ]
By that do you mean diverse?
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[Why is she a danger goose. Your guess is as good as hers, apparently -- though she doesn't seem especially hung up on it. Far more interesting things to poke at in this day and age and cruise ship. Despite the energy in her greeting and talking, she stays relatively still to observe.
Wouldn't do to mess up a guy's art after he's letting her hang around, after all. Plus, who doesn't want a better look at their seamonster. Despite, you know, the morbid stuff.]
Is it the elevators you're babysitting?
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Therefore I'm afraid I can't answer your question, though I find it highly unlikely that Klee would be considered an elevator unless there's a further definition I am not aware of.
[ Knowing your enemy is a part of the battle! Klee does not deserve this also. ]
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[She seems to be momentarily just. Stalled on the fact that he's an elevator attendant without a working knowledge of elevators, which would make sense if you were talking, say, mechanical stuff. But? But??
After a moment she manages to get past that (mostly) and stare back on it like a particularly unfortunate passing elephant.]
I guess I have it better than that, but mmm, if the Captain was the one writing these things... might just be messing with us. What's Klee?
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[ The danger of having a meta title!!! ]
I believe him being ridiculous and nonsensical is part of his plan, yes. [ A beat. ] Ah, Klee is not a what, but a who. A young girl I am in charge of watching, who has a fascination with pyrotechnics.