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planting time( vanessa starts in the hydroponics area, checking the seeds they have against the list that she'd been sent a few weeks ago. she'd been discussing various methods of how to maximise what they had and spread the various plants out across the station. vanessa was no expert but she hoped to be of some help.
she'd taken a small container with her of everything that she'd needed, looking at the planting areas scattered throughout the corridors. she worked slow but carefully. it was different to her experience in the woods, tools that she hadn't had then and even different seeds but it was a reminder of a life that here you could forget.
and she felt useful. here on this station, surrounded by technology and things that she didn't know or understand vanessa felt out of her depth. at least this job was familiar and something that, even with the passage of centuries, was something that hadn't changed )video time( she almost doesn't notice it. she'd been looking for so long in the library for any information that she could find, histories or details of the people that had once been here that vanessa had needed a change of scenery. the command areas aren't somewhere that vanessa often comes but she'd needed to walk somewhere almost unfamiliar.
it's why she almost misses it. she isn't paying too much attention to the consoles, walking around the room absentmindedly. the voice catches vanessa part way through the message, details of love and a feeling that she'd stepped into something incredibly private. but she can't stop listening, not as the details start pouring in. this was someone that had been living here previously and, though how personal it is, it was something that she'd been looking for. if only his words about the drive or a boost made any sense to her -- perhaps someone else could help her figure it out )
( they didn't know enough. it was a thought that she kept coming back to. they may have started being able to access more of the station, find records of the people that had previously been here but it wasn't much. it wasn't enough. what had happened to everyone? who was still controlling the disasters that were being inflicted on them?
but there was an option. a possibility. it's no secret that when they first arrived they were able to hear something. vanessa had believed it to be a spirit though with little seen or heard since she isn't certain. she hasn't given up trying to listen and, with conversations prompting more thought, she wonders if she could do more.
a séance. it's something she does little, finding the conflict between a desire for answers and her own control difficult. it's a feeling that vanessa dislikes but she feels almost hopeless, having difficulty finding any other solution. this, as unfavourable as it was, could guarantee something. and she wouldn't be alone -- alex had offered to help and that made her feel a little more secure about it all. if something happened--
she'd contacted alex first, discussing with him her idea, acknowledging her reluctance but also pressing her determination. they'd arranged a sort of plan, something that whilst opening it a little more, making it potentially riskier for all involved could also make it safer. she hoped. they'd invite someone each, someone trusted, and make the attempt. she had little to do until they arrived, not exactly any sort of preparation when vanessa had nothing, but she was the key -- the power.
once they arrived she felt she owed them a little something of an explanation and the opportunity to still back out )
I don't know what Alex has mentioned to you. ( it's directed to bobbie though she knows that she hadn't exactly told ren what he was going to be doing, vaguely asking if he could help her with something. she looked briefly to alex before beginning, a brief assessment of his expression, reassuring herself that they're all trusted here ) My name is Vanessa Ives. I'm-- a spiritualist. Specifically, I can see things -- spirits. That is what we're going to be doing here -- finding a spirit of someone that was previously here.
( she looks now between bobbie and ren, expression neutral, open. any questions? )
the library( with the doors to the library finally open bring a small moment of-- almost joy to vanessa. it did little to relieve anything that had happened recently, the disease and the disappearance of a friend, but it certainly provided her with new possibilities. and familiarity.
the first few days see her just exploring the place, seeing what exists. she's drawn to the physical books and though, after discussions, vanessa learns of being able to access the library in a digital format it isn't the same to her. holding a book, the smell of the pages, particularly the age of some of them--
later, as vanessa begins to actually read some of the selection, her choices remain with things familiar to her. the library is expansive, many new things to explore and read, but for the moment she wants something familiar. poetry. though stories are enjoyable she's always found a stronger connection to poetry, to their sentiments.
there's one novel that does appear in her selections, though it's one that vanessa had yet to dare to open. the picture of dorian gray. it's something that she looks at with both bemusement and confusion, curiosity prickling at her. she knew the man -- dated him briefly, though the book had been published before she'd met him. she isn't certain if she wants to read it or not )observation deck( the observation deck had become a familiar place, almost comforting in how peaceful it felt. the stars are slowly becoming less concerning. though the dangers of space are still a frightening concept it's easy to distract herself from them. looking at the stars, as strange a distraction as it may seem helps. vanessa had never really been one for spending long periods of time staring at the stars before, knowing little of the constellations, but these are equally unknown.
on some of the occasions, a book will have been sneaked from the library with her. some days it's poetry, vanessa sat by the window as she reads, other days she's opted for something more factual, finding a book on earth's solar system. all vanessa knows is what she has learned from her friends here and though little of the book is making sense there are small parts that she understands, some that are interesting. perhaps she's reading the wrong thing but she'd like to know more )wildcard( have something different that you'd like in the library/a different location? leave me a comment or pm and we'll set something up. vanessa also frequently visits the chapel and the plant area. being post-event (stage 4) vanessa will be left with tinges of black on her left hand and a blackened scar that may be noticable on the back of her neck )
( a library. it seemed like it would be a sound place to find. something that held information would surely hold information about this place.
vanessa had already learned and been surprised by, what she felt like was a great deal of information about their location but it wasn't detailed, nor did it say how. she was in space, it wasn't 1892 and there were some people that were used to this lifestyle.
she needed more. how were they here, what had happened to the people that were here before, if those screams had been any indication of what had occured. vanessa didn't know where to begin other than searching on each floor. so that was what she did )
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