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» WHO? Angel and You
» WHEN? July 26-31st
» WHERE? Various
» WHAT? a general open log
» WARNINGS? n/a, will use comment headers as needed



The space station is a difficult place to get used to for Angel. She's used to less than desirable living conditions but she's not used to after all this time not having a House, a House Mother and an adopted family around her. She's yet to really find where she fits on this place and she thinks it is certainly more than a small mistake that she's here when she can tell by watching that those around her seem to be more suited to this environment than she is. That doesn't daunt her, though, she'll figure it out as she's always figured out a way to keep going.

After she arrives, she'll be found in various places trying to learn everything she can without seeming like she's clueless -- but her lack of technological knowledge is probably something that's abundantly clear as she has trouble with replicators in the mess hall. The place she feels a bit more at home is the bar where she settles for the terrible alcohol and chatting with those around her.

She doesn't spend too much time in her room. It feels claustrophobic to her and just makes her miss Blanca more than anything else on this blasted place and the room she'd had in the Evangelista House. If she has nothing else on her agenda for the day she'll go to the observation deck. There's no longer a sense of fear looking out at the strange planet or skyscape before her. She's still confused and no less lost than when she first woke up but at least the sight is starting to feel oddly familiar. At least that isn't changing.

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Comments

bar!

[wingstosee]

[ venus basically spends most of her time flying around or in the bar at this point. which probably isn't a healthy way to spend her time? whoops. but also, can't be tamed or something? she's pretty sure neptune would have said that. haha. also, thinking about neptune makes her want another drink. so she's done exactly that, grabbing some trashy whiskey from the replicators and headed over to drink in peace at the bar.

except this time, she realizes as she opens the doors, someone's there. someone she's never met before. she gives a small wave before clearing her throat and talking as normally as she can manage. ]

Hey there. [ by this point, she's kind of got the drill worked out. talk about normal things if you don't want them to panic. (sometimes she does, a little? but that's mean. she tries not to be mean.) ] Uh, I don't think we've met? Hi.

[ her voice is a middling tenor; just high enough to pass, just low enough to clue some people in. ]

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[ The bar isn't exactly like any that Angel's familiar with but at least it's a bar. She smiles friendly, she's used to putting on a good face even if she doesn't feel it and she doesn't necessarily feel it right now -- how could she? ]

Hello. [ Angel greets and appraising Venus out of habit, a bit strange she is but nothing seemed overtly threatening just then. ]

We haven't met. I'm Angel. [ She's pretty sure she would have remembered meeting, her gaze is attentive the voice is more than enough of a tip off for Angel. Her life is spent around a community just like her after all. It almost feels like a trick to meet someone she could relate to, in this place. ]

replicators

[rk800connor]

Hello, again.

[Connor didn't hesitate to walk up to Angel when he saw her again, offering her a soft, polite smile. It looked like she was possibly having some issues with the replicators.

Running makepoliteconversation.exe.]

Are you settling in alright? Have you found a room?

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[ Angel recognizes Connor by voice and she then smiles as she sees him. The replicators are a bit of a problem for her still but she doesn't immediately ask for his help when he shows up. She's not particularly used to asking for accepting assistance. One couldn't afford it in her position usually. ]

I found a room, yes. Does anyone really settle in in this place? [ Her face twists into a bit of a displeasure and disgusted look. The place was dingy even by her standards and god the clothes were terrible? ]

finally starts tagging, i'm dying

[wingstosee]

[ the other lady - angel, what a coincidence - isn't scared. why is that? she's happy, don't get her wrong, but she's so used to humans being frightened by what they see that it takes her a moment to respond. ]

Angel! Got it. I'm Venus. [ for a moment, her arm twitches. she nearly reaches out to offer a hand. but that's a relic of the past, by this point - an old instinct she doesn't need anymore. so she gives a tiny wave instead, smiling warmly. ] Um, how long have you been here?

[rk800connor]

[Connor blinked at her answer, head tilting to the side. For a moment, he seemed stumped by her question.]

I'm not sure I could really say. I wouldn't want to answer for the other people who have found themselves here.

The station is dirty and it was obviously abandoned some time ago, but we are working to make it more habitable. Whatever has brought us here isn't making that especially easy, however.

[As for the clothes, just judging by the sharp-looking suit Connor was wearing might suggest that something other than the jumpsuits could be found.]

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[ It might be that Angel is just used to things being different or that this place has started to shift her expectations of normal. It’s hard to say. Being different doesn’t automatically make Angel scared. Not at home, not here.

Angel would have found an offered hand normal, the 80s, handshakes definitely still held power, a sign of respect. Maybe they weren’t as prevalent in her own culture but still. ]

It’s nice to meet you. I haven’t been here very long. [ She scrunches her nose up a moment in thought and then pushes her hair back slightly but really it’s been out of control since she got here. ]

Long enough that I am so tired of these clothes anyway.

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[ Angel looks vaguely amused at his reaction to her question, it had been rhetorical really and she ends up laughing softly when he answers so seriously. It's not her laughing at him, of course. It's good to have something to laugh about at all. ]

I think that's a no, no one really gets settled here.

[ She says with a smile and a casual shrug. Who could get used to this place and feel comfortable and settled in? ]

So, where do you get your outfit? [ Most of the people that she's seen have been in the same terrible drab jumpsuits -- not that Connor's digs are much better, but at least they're different. ]

[rk800connor]

[He tilts his head, frowning slightly. Honestly, he wasn't sure if anyone really considered the station 'home', the strange happenings made it extremely difficult to ever feel safe here and shouldn't a home feel safe?]

It... [He pauses, knowing he's about to say something basically nonsensical and unbelievable.]- It was just in my room one day. Apparently, such a phenomenon isn't out of the ordinary. Things seem to appear here from the places we've come from. No one really has an explanation, though there are some theories.

[wingstosee]

Oh my god, right?? [ she laughs, soft and airy. ] It was almost a month before I found a shirt that fit. I had to sleep in the jumpsuits? Which is basically the worst.

[ giselle made her a dress, while she was still on the station. and she still hasn't worn it out. it feels - almost rude, now that giselle's gone. she'll wear it sometime, she swears. ]

Have you asked around? I don't really know if we're the same size but there's got to be someone who can at least tailor things. I mean, assuming we can find some thread...

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[ It's very true, though, Angel has never ever felt completely safe. With Blanca, the people in their House made her feel accepted and home but there was always the overhanging danger of AIDs, of hate, of any number of dangers entering their home and making it unsafe. Safety was a luxury Angel didn't understand personally. She didn't need to be safe to feel at home. Maybe the feeling of being unsafe is the most home-like thing about this place. ]

That is... well, I wish I knew what would make things appear because this... [ She gestures to herself in disgust ] does not work.

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It's terrible. [ Angel commiserates and there's really nothing worse to her than not having her clothes. Clothes in her community were their form of expression, their freedom and hugely tied to her identity and she felt even further isolated without the colorful garments that she typically wore. She was trying not to sulk too much but... she's rather good at feeling sorry for herself without Blanca there kicking her butt out of it. ]

I haven't really thought of it. I don't really have anything to trade, you know? I'd assume people here would want something for something, you know?

[ That's how the world works -- every world works that way. ]

[rk800connor]

Is your uniform defective?

[He looked suitably concerned.]

If you require, I have my old jumpsuit. It would need to be altered for you, of course. There may be others who also have spare jumpsuits.

[Obviously, he didn't quite get it.]

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[ Angel looks at Connor in confusion but then she laughs. ]

Oh honey... that's not what I mean at all. These clothes are just... terrible and ugly and I don't feel like me in them.

[rk800connor]

O-oh. I see. They're functional, but they're not to your liking?

[He didn't sound in the least bit judgemental. If anything, he actually sounded a bit sheepish that he'd misunderstood her.]

Then I'm afraid I can't offer you a solution. As far as I know, these are the only clothes available onboard except for what seems to appear at random.

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Exactly. [ Angel sighs and glances down at the jumpsuit. She really can't stand it. ]

This really must be hell then!

[ She can be a tad dramatic. ]

[rk800connor]

Unfortunately, unappealing clothing tends to be the least of our worries.

Unexplainable occurrences seem to be the norm on board. I would suggest not hesitating to reach out to others. You might even want to ask about clothing. There is always the possibility that someone knows about something I do not.