Everlasting true love, I am yours'

[theunluckygirl]

» WHO? Jennifer (theunluckygirl) & you
» WHEN? Mid-june ig
» WHERE? Chapel, observation deck, AROUND
» WHAT? Bit of a catch-all intro log
» WARNINGS? Possible nongraphic mention of animal death, bullying, abuse.

A: Chapel

[Jennifer wishes she could say that waking up on cold floors was something new and unusual. When she comes to consciousness there's a stray, dry thought that she should find this a bit more alarming, but instead she sighs and turns, stretching out.

it's then she quickly realizes things are Off. First off, she's not wearing her dress anymore. Pants? She's never worn pants except for when Gregory was making her pretend to be his son. What in the world...

Jennifer is up and about within seconds. She looks herself over, she turns the communicator around in her hands. She takes careful stock of herself and her surroundings, removing her rose brooch from a pocket and feeling relieved to still have that.

The chapel is the first thing to be explored, her eyes wide and bright with confusion. It's all so...alien.

...Was it alien? Was she abducted? There had been whispers and stories of things like that, but she'd hardly paid any attention to them before, but now, standing in this Chapel place, she could possibly believe it. She was pretty sure it wasn't part of the Airship or the orphanage...

While she doesn't say anything, it might be obvious that she's new from just how terribly lost she is.]

B: Observation

[The noise she makes upon stumbling--almost literally--into the observation deck area is not a happy one. It's more like a sound of anguished despair; her communicator and brooch hit the floor, skittering loudly across it as her hands fly up to her mouth.

She's too overwhelmed to even cry, just staring with wide-eyed shock at the expanse of stars before her.] My God... [She whispers, taking unsteady steps toward the glass. Her hands grip tightly to each other, eyes flitting from one star to the next, to the planet--Earth? No. Two moons.]

It's so-- It's so much... [She doesn't know how else to respond to this, unable to tear her eyes away.]

C: Wildcard

[Jennifer can be found wandering the station with quiet, uncertain stps. She's just poking her head in everywhere, looking more like a frightened dog than a person. If she catches anyone's attention, she quickly drops her gaze and ducks her head, muttering apologies and fidgeting.

Help her.]

Comments

B!!!

[hopefragment]

[Hajime likes to spend time on the observation deck; it's (usually) quieter than other parts of the station, and when his thoughts get too overwhelming, it's easy to just lay flat on his back and stare out the windows at the stars outside, or the planet, or the moons. Two moons, because just one wouldn't be enough, somehow.

He's not staring at the moons today, though; instead, he's occupied in one of his other favorite activities, playing his Nantendo Game Girl. It's repetitive, easy, and a good way to kill time and distract himself from the overwhelming aura of terror that can try to seep in when he thinks too long about the situation he's found himself.

The sound of someone entering the quiet place and letting out that kind of noise makes him start, letting out a yelp of his own surprise as the handheld falls from his hands and clatters across the deck.]

A-Are you alright?

[That's a girl in distress, and damn it, the handheld can wait. He's wearing a similar jumpsuit to hers in a shade of faded green, and a concerned expression on his face as he ventures closer.]

Are you okay?

[theunluckygirl]

[Hands still at her mouth, Jennifer turns sharply on Hajime, eyes wide and wet and scared. When he addresses her she seems to snap out of it, gaze dropping instantly to the floor and fingers twisting together anxiously.]

I-I'm sorry to disturb you. [Her voice shakes and she shakes her head] I just-- Um. [Her eyes raise, to him, then to the windows which makes her flinch and look away again.]

...Where... Am I?

[hopefragment]

I-It's okay, you're not disturbing me...

[She must be new.

It's her reaction more than the fact that he doesn't recognize her that really clues him in, and he takes a few more steps closer, holding out a hand. He's not quite sure if he's intending to offer it as a handshake, or try to touch her shoulder to comfort her, so he just hovers with his hand outstretched for a few moments.]

Um... this is Reverie Station. I know that doesn't really answer anything, but...

["You're okay," he wants to say. "You're safe." But she's really not. How is he supposed to explain the ghosts in the walls, the space debris that stopped the gravity for a few days, the strange messages-- it's all nonsense, and she doesn't need that all piled on her at once.]

My name's Hajime Hinata. I won't hurt you.

B!

[mapsio]

[Haru was merely passing through today when she hears the anguished cries of someone. She is quick to locate the person and quick to figure out that she must be new here. Such a reaction wouldn't normally come from someone who has been here long enough to know what lies beyond the observation deck.

She will step over quickly, bending over to pick up the communicator and the brooch that were dropped in the panic.]

Miss, are you okay?

[She will hold her items out to the other, making sure she gets them back.]

[theunluckygirl]

[It takes Jennifer a few seconds to acknowledge Haru, and when she does it takes a few seconds longer for her to react with something other than fear and confusion.

But then her expression quickly becomes guilty as she hurries to collect her things from Haru.] I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to-- Um, that is... I'm sorry for being a bother. Um.

[She's trying very hard to stamp down her emotional reactions in favor of someone else's comfort here, her hands shaking as she grips her items tightly. Her eyes flicker back and forth between Hau and the windows--or rather, what lies outside them. Her voice is just above a whisper]

...Is it... Real?

[mapsio]

You aren't a bother in the slightest, please don't worry.

[Haru is gentle, not in the least bit forceful as she gives the other woman her things back.

Haru takes that split second hand off as an opportunity to grip the other's hand in reassurance. Nothing was going to get her right here, and she didn't need to worry at this very moment.]

Mm, unfortunately. [It's real. It's all real.]

I didn't want to believe it myself.

A; visual ref at https://images.plurk.com/4GLhzQKJqdEwBKHyZ4WP.jpg

[wingstosee]

[ there's a chapel in this place, now.

she's heard the rumors. she knows it's small, insignificant. no crosses or anything. so it's nothing like the churches back home, right? it's nothing like that at all. but she still hasn't been able to make herself go see it yet. there's too much she doesn't know- too much she doesn't want to think about. can she physically go inside? would the sanctified ground burn her feet?

will she have to hear god's voice again, if she goes inside?

curiosity wins out eventually, of course. and defiance, too. she's the devil! she can do what she wants! god can't stop her. it's not like he'd ever lift a finger to do it, right? she holds on tight to that thought as she opens the door, stepping in...

to a remarkably average, circular room. she's not sure what she expected - the feeling of the divine, musky and unpleasant? static crawling and ringing in the air? this place is dead, just like everywhere else on the ship. huh. maybe that's for the best.

wait- not dead. not entirely. ]

Oh. Hey. [ her voice is low but kind - a high tenor, soft and unassuming. ] I don't think I've seen you before?

[theunluckygirl]

[Jennifer isn't entirely sure what about this constitutes as a chapel, though she does recognize some of the scrawling sentences here and there that she can see. Her fingers trace over one, curious, but she jumps away and spins around at the sound of the door opening again.

Her eyes are wide, fearful, at first before she even takes in venus's appearance.] I'm sorry-- [She begins automatically and then the words seem to stick in her throat.

Wings? Those were wings, weren't they? Somehow the eyes on them aren't nearly as strange as the fact the winds themselves exist at all.

Jennifer doesn't consider herself overly religious or anything, but she knows the bible. She knows things. So her voice drops to an awed whisper as she in no way answers the semi-unasked question posed to her about her own identity.]

Are you an angel?

[wingstosee]

[ it's not the first time she's been asked this question - not by a long shot. it's probably not the last, either. but it's the first time someone has seemed so- fearful? do not fear. she could just say it right now, and this person would think she was an angel for the rest of time.

god. that's awful? she almost wants to do it for a second. ]

Haha. Not exactly. [ there's a sort of apologetic pity in her eyes - all of them, from wingtip to wingtip - and her smile just reflects it. when she speaks, her words are chosen with a decent amount of care; she's in a chapel, after all, and you don't unlearn the things you grew up with that quickly. ] Don't worry. I'm not here because you're dead, or anything like that.

[ actually, now that she thinks about it, that probably just makes things sound worse? at least, it does if this girl hasn't already thought about that. hm. this isn't going great. she tries to get things back on track one more time. ]

My name's Venus.

C. Mess Hall

[magneticfields]

[ Something about the girl draws his attention. She's about the same age as the others, but her attitude is different. It touches a nerve in Erik, a spark of pain stretching back decades to a time he very intentionally does not think about. Because he was utterly alone, completely terrified, bearing the scars of unspeakable abuse in an alien environment.

He knows he isn't the best with young people, but decides to try to offer what little help he can. ]

The food comes from there. [ He points to the replicator. He's rolled up the sleeves of his flannel shirt, so she might see a bit of the tattoo on the inside of his arm. ] Sort of like an automat. It's all terrible.

[theunluckygirl]

[For a moment it might seem like Jennifer hasn't heard him, since she doesn't respond right away. But the moment passes as she glances up, the corner of her mouth twitching in an almost relieved smile.]

Automats... [She'd heard about them, at least] Like-- Like the ones in Germany? [She looks uncertain now though and drops her gaze again, fingers twisting together anxiously.]

I... I'm sorry. It's just-- [Jennifer laughs a little, though there isn't much humor behind it] It's nice to hear something I actually know about for once. Something familiar, since... Nothing else is.

[magneticfields]

Sort of. [ He was thinking more of the New York variety, but they existed in Germany as well. ] Except these machines actually manufacture the food themselves. It's terrible, as you might imagine. But you won't starve.

[ He touches her shoulder lightly to guide her in the direction of the replicator. And maybe offer some kind of comfort. ]

Very little is familiar here, I'm afraid. We can try to get it to make some tea, but all of my attempts have fallen flat.

B

[floriographys]

[Jun is in a similar situation. He hasn't been here long, not even a day yet, but he's overwhelmed. Staring out into space hasn't helped, it only deepened the sense of isolation and distance. He wouldn't have even noticed Jennifer coming in but for the nose she makes upon stumbling, and her anguished cries.

It is so much, isn't it? What... would Tatsuya do in this situation?

Steeling his nerves, Jun approaches the girl, squatting near her and offering a hand, as well as a serene smile. It was a farce, but he was sure he was capable of pretending, so long as she could not sense his persona quietly fretting.]

It is a lot, miss, but you are not alone.

May I help you?

[theunluckygirl]

[Jennifer recoils fearfully at first, not even looking at him--it's more an instinctive response in trying to protect herself than in reaction to Jun himself--before she looks to him with quiet confusion.]

I, um... [She begins and then stops, dropping her gaze to his hand uncertainly. After a moment she does reach out and finally take it though] Thank you. I just-- I was hoping...

[Hoping it wouldn't actually be real.]

[floriographys]

[He understands the reaction, and can't help but frown in sympathy. He sees himself in it, and so he knows... he should not approach, he will just allow her to come to him if she were inclined...

And she does seem so, after a moment, taking his hand. Jun is gentle with her, not tugging on her arm but simply allowing her to use his as a handle in getting up.]

I understand. It's... overwhelming.

[Moreso for her than him, because he had been dealing with a lot just before getting here.]

Are you alright?

B.

[reposing]

[Normally, Alucard would be here to gaze out into the abyss of space and reflect on matters. Often alone, if he could. When he approaches the observation deck and finds this stranger here, it is more of a great concern to him.

Another newcomer. Poor thing.]

More than perhaps any of us know.

[He pauses.] Forgive me. I did not mean to arrive unannounced. I presume you just woke up here, my lady?

[theunluckygirl]

[Jennifer takes a step back in alarm, hands moving to in front of her chest, clasped together anxiously.]

I-I... [A deep breath. A slow exhale. Her shoulders begin to slump in something like defeat or resignation to this strange turn of events] Yes. Not too long ago, by, um... the chapel?

[She looks to the windows, flinches at the sight, and looks away again] It's... hard to believe any of this is real, but there it is, staring me in the face... I can't turn away from it and pretend otherwise, but I... [She doesn't know where to go with this revelation</small.]

[reposing]

[Her reactions are not uncommon to him, and Alucard opts to keep a space between them. It would do no good to make her feel trapped.]

I know.

[Alucard's voice is soft, understanding.]

Reaching the stars was a concept in just theories, possibilities. To be here and facing that very idea as reality is overwhelming. To be so far away from all that you know.

It is an adjustment. But you are not alone in it.

B

[veristitalian]

Be glad you're not out in it. They have suits on board, and you can step out onto the surface of the station. It makes the sky nauseatingly vast.

[Observes Jasnah quietly, though she also tends to watch the- is it still a sky if you're in space?]

[theunluckygirl]

Step-- Outside? In that? [She looks even more baffled, looking between the woman and the expanse of space beyond the windows.]

...It just seems so impossible... Going up into space was just... Just fantasy.

[veristitalian]

In my world we didn't know what was up here. Vacuum, stars-

[All new concepts to Jasnah.]

I wish it were not becoming so familiar.

B

[twoaffirmations]

[9S spends a lot of time in the Observation Deck. Not because the planet outside its windows was familiar, or even comforting, but because it seemed to exemplify just how lost he felt.

The short time he got to spend with 2B here...

He wonders if he'll ever have the chance to see her again.

9S is torn away from his thoughts when he hears something hit the ground. He stumbles to turn on his heel, staring over at Jennifer with a look mild bewilderment. When it all finally registers he raises his hands, approaching her carefully.]

Ma'am, are you alright?

[theunluckygirl]

[It takes a moment for Jennifer to be able to tear her gaze away from the windows to see who's addressing her.]

I...I'm alright. [This is A Lie. Her voice is high and shaky and she shivers, hugging herself tightly.]

...This... Is space, isn't it? I don't-- I can't be-- ...This can't be real...

b

[onlydoubts]

[ Out of any of the places on the ship, the one that Bodhi visits the most is the observation deck. The stars should a comfort to see, even if they can't be touched. It's become slightly sour though, though - to be stuck staring at the same stretch of darkness, the planet in sight but out of reach.

He misses flying.

The loud noise of someone dropping something on the metal deck draws him out of his thoughts and clatters across his nerves, and he winces at the sound in the quiet. For a moment, Bodhi debates. Leaving the young woman to it, or seeing if she's alright. In the end, he remembers waking up, afraid and alone and it pushes him to his decision.

Standing from where he'd been sitting against a wall, he starts over to her. ]

It's definitely a lot to handle. [ a pause. ] Are you alright, miss?

[theunluckygirl]

I-I'm sorry. [The apology comes quick and almost automatic, Jennifer immediately flinching away and shrinking in on herself.]

I don't, um... I don't know. [She winces again. How could she not know if she was alright?? But it was too much for her all at once. Her heart felt tight, and she couldn't even seem to decide if this counted towards her fear of heights or not.]

It's just-- Things like this... Being in- in space... It's-- it was--the stuff of fantasy.