[commentlog]thequeensownOctober 1 2010, 17:01:46 UTC
[Talia had been keeping to herself a good deal since her arrival on the boat. She spoke with Vanyel now and again, but could mostly be found either in her own room or in the library where she would be nose deep in any number of books or tabbing through back logs on her communicator. There was much to learn about this place that had become her unwanted home for the foreseeable future and she wished to be as educated as she could
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*Marco is sitting on the edge, feet hanging out over it and head and arms resting on the railing. He's feeling rather depressive lately. He's been having trouble sleeping, and is fighting to keep his mind from straying to certain troubles...only tonight its moved him on to other ones. She can probably tell he's got a good buzz going, but is still mostly in control of himself. He doesn't notice her probing, but does look up for a moment as he hears her approach
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[commentlog]thequeensownOctober 1 2010, 21:41:49 UTC
[Talia listens to Marco as he speaks, his tone sad and a bit slurred if one knew what to listen for; Talia, with her work amongst the people of Valdemar, knew what to look for. She 'mms' softly, holding onto the railing as she lowers herself to sit next to him, legs hanging out over the edge as she nearly mirrors his position.]
It was like that a good amount of the time when I was on my Circuit .. days of riding after more days of riding. Stopping long enough to relieve ourselves before continuing on .. Another village and still, the same thing.
[She pauses to look up at the starless sky, expression displeased before she shakes her head once and looks back at Marco.]
It seems much of the same here with some exceptions .. a 'rinse and repeat' pattern, if you will. [She doesn't appear judgmental in the least, seeming only curious. She takes the proffered bottle as he sets it down in between and lifts it to her mouth. She hasn't any intention of drinking herself stupid, but she can't deny that a drink is quite welcome. She takes a
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Traveling between cities or villages was much faster in my world. It rarely took more than a few hours, though I never traveled across the oceans
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[commentlog] SEE! Warmth and goodness! *HUGS HIM*thequeensownOctober 2 2010, 21:00:35 UTC
[Talia snorts softly at his reply, lips quirked in a half smile.]
Traveling between cities and towns for us meant days to weeks on horseback. I can imagine things might have been far less imposing if we could have traveled so quickly. Let alone that there would have been less saddle sores ..
[She falls silent as he seems to grow introspective, feeling the tone of his thoughts shift. She can only read emotions, not thoughts, so though she can't get specific faces or names she gets the feelings. If she were around him when he saw Anna, for example, she'd be able to make the connection that she was whom the 'warm thoughts' were about. She tilts her head slightly as he replies, nodding once. She had picked up the fact that there were those he cared for (friends) almost as soon as she'd mentioned them.]
But more freedom doesn't particularly help when it's still, in essence, a limited freedom. [Oh, she had her opinion of Redd, believe me, and his 'saving' people from their worlds.] A prison by any other name ..
[commentlog] ...okay, but don't tell anybodyntjstapwnOctober 2 2010, 21:10:19 UTC
*Marco chuckles a bit at the mention of saddle sores. Cars and planes were certainly much faster and smoother, though people still complained of being sore after long rides.*
Exactly. No matter how nice it is, its still a prison
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[commentlog] I shall keep this secret! :3thequeensownOctober 2 2010, 21:49:18 UTC
[Talia offers a soft smile as he seems to relax enough to chuckle at her attempt at light-hearted humor. She makes a soft 'mm' of agreement.]
I'm not terribly fond of prisons of any sort, truth told. I've had my share of it and wasn't particularly looking to find a more lavish attempt at one while I was being 'saved'.
[Havens, but this man was a bit of an emotional wreck. She wasn't going to force thoughts out of him and knew the rest would come with time, if he endeavored to share with her. That he was holding back would have likely been obvious even to someone not Gifted with empathy. His thoughts turned heavy when he began speaking of his home and she was certain it was directly related to his current emotional state.]
Mmm.. [She's got the bottle again, a comfortable warmth beginning to spread through her stomach outward as she takes another drink, telling herself to sloooow doooown as she lowers it, tracing the glass with her fingers. She hadn't gotten drunk since her night drinking with Kevas, and it wasn't something she did
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There are a few things I do. I tend bar at Sergei's, that helps. I've been studying some. And then... *He cants his head, then nods to the patch of sky without stars.* ...that. But there's nothing yet. Just a lot of dead ends and too many questions.
*He hated that. Aside from being stuck in the first place, being unable to find the answers to the questions this place brought up was the worst part of the ship. The rest he could deal with, but being helpless and unable to do anything about it...It drove him up the wall. When things we calmer it was easier to ignore, but after what happened the other night and the fact that nothing had happened since
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[commentlog] Talia ~politely~ pokes around brains. :3thequeensownOctober 3 2010, 00:04:14 UTC
[Talia listens with interest, her own nerves gently eased with the assistance of the alcohol seated between the two of them. He wasn't one of the most receptive to her gentle mental coaxing and she thought she might need to prod a bit harder. First, though, she would do what she knew she did well enough .. talk. She keeps her mind open to him, though, continuing the mental coaxing of 'it's okay, things will be fine' as she looks upward at the sky.]
It is .. perturbing .. to say the least. That not only the stars were gone, but the .. other things. [Being an empath certainly led to picking up strange things after the starless night began. The voices that some had heard .. She shivers, glad that she had not experienced it herself. On the other hand, she almost wished that she had experienced it.]The lack of answers .. it is never easy to deal with such, no matter what it is you are questioning. When you add the fact that it's happening on this ship .. it can be a bit .. frustrating. It seems we often have more questions than answers
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The whispers are what worry me the most. What they came from, what they meant and how they knew what to say. It has to mean something, and I doubt its something good
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[commentlog]thequeensownOctober 3 2010, 01:53:14 UTC
[Talia mentally sighs with relief as Marco finally moves away from the topic of the negative things on the ship. She knows it's hard enough to do so, but with all the prompting she's been doing, it's no small success. She feels as his emotions shift and he finally accepts the gentle prodding, a soft smile touching her lips.
His thoughts warm as he begins talking about learning other languages and she encourages it silently.]
I think it a perfectly worthwhile endeavor, truthfully. To be knowledgeable in other languages on a vessel that has so many would be a great help. I think you would find that new arrivals would be more than a little grateful for such.
[And there was that extra trace of warmth when he spoke about languages and Talia wondered whom it was he was thinking about. She could feel him relax, though, and that was the important part. She continues the gentle coaxing on the lines of 'today's okay .. one day at a time' and 'I'm helping .. maybe she's right' .. a gentle sort of mental guidance.]What language are you
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I guess they would be. Some people have a lot of trouble adjusting when almost no one speaks their language.
*Though he was really only learning them for personal benefit. The 'i'm helping' coaxing for that, then, fell on deaf ears...so to speak. Aside from wanting to learn Anna's language, it was pure selfishness that prompted him to not have to translate things to text or to want to understand people in the halls speaking other languages. The other line of coaxing was working a bit better. He wasn't cheering up all that much, but he was moving to a more even keel instead of being depressed.*
I'm studying German right now. I'm not very good at it yet.
*He returns to the alcohol, though, taking another swig. The habit of doing so was so ingrained by now, it may take conscious effort to stop with an open bottle just right there.*
[commentlog]thequeensownOctober 3 2010, 19:08:24 UTC
[She 'mms' softly, nodding once.]
Not everyone takes to languages as well as others, it's true. Whether we want to be grateful or not, it's a good thing the communicators translate as much as they do.
[She felt the depression ease in his mind as her own blanket of calm helped, feeling him far more receptive to those thoughts than the idea of helping. She wouldn't make him accept the thoughts, though she'd been capable of such things in her own world. She had only ever done so to a man that needed a punishment equal to his crime, locking him into a loop of emotions directly taken from the mind of his victim. Though this would be a helpful alternative to the punishment, she still did not prefer to force thoughts on anyone.]
German? I can't say I know it at all, so you are already far more versed in it than I.
[She offers him a smile at that, taking the bottle again as he finishes his swig. It doesn't burn anymore going down, and now there is a steady warmth having spread through her body. She knew why people turned to alcohol for
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It is. It makes things a lot easier for everyone...well. Everyone who can read.
Mm...I hear it on the network with some regularity, so I figured I'd try it. I'm not sure how long it will take me to get it down.
*He takes another swig from the bottle then rests his head against the railing. He was calming down, so he was starting to get sleepy again. But the idea of sleeping sent another wave of fear, and thus another wave of depression, through him. He sighed, trying to move his train of thought onto something more pleasant.*
Yeah. Nice to meet you. You're...Vanyel's friend? Or from his world?
[commentlog] I R FAILthequeensownOctober 6 2010, 17:30:07 UTC
[Talia nods as she listens to him speak, glad that he has finally begun to really relax. She feels the drowsiness moving through his mind as he leans his head against the rail and then the surprising jolt of fear/depression. She frowns ever so slightly, shifting her own thoughts to ease and brush at the fear. She soothes over it once more, pressing the thought that he is not alone right now and there is no sense fearing the unknown until it is known. She continues her calm supportive thoughts as he responds to her inquiry, nodding once with a gentle smile.]
Yes, I am .. and we are, though at different points in its history. It was .. interesting .. meeting him in person when I've only ever read of him in history texts.
[commentlog] pfft. you're finentjstapwnOctober 6 2010, 18:59:21 UTC
*Its not fearing the unknown; he knows he will have nightmares. That he'll wake up wondering if he's been dreaming the past few weeks and he's still 'sick,' or that he died and returned after all and, yes, this time his eyes have gone black. Marco really does not want to sleep, but sometimes just passing out keeps the dreams away. He sits up and takes another swig of the alcohol, calming a bit but perhaps not how she had intended.*
I bet it must be. No one from my world is here, but some of the settings--hell, this whole place, really--are similar to ones I'd find in fiction back home.
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It was like that a good amount of the time when I was on my Circuit .. days of riding after more days of riding. Stopping long enough to relieve ourselves before continuing on .. Another village and still, the same thing.
[She pauses to look up at the starless sky, expression displeased before she shakes her head once and looks back at Marco.]
It seems much of the same here with some exceptions .. a 'rinse and repeat' pattern, if you will. [She doesn't appear judgmental in the least, seeming only curious. She takes the proffered bottle as he sets it down in between and lifts it to her mouth. She hasn't any intention of drinking herself stupid, but she can't deny that a drink is quite welcome. She takes a ( ... )
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Traveling between cities and towns for us meant days to weeks on horseback. I can imagine things might have been far less imposing if we could have traveled so quickly. Let alone that there would have been less saddle sores ..
[She falls silent as he seems to grow introspective, feeling the tone of his thoughts shift. She can only read emotions, not thoughts, so though she can't get specific faces or names she gets the feelings. If she were around him when he saw Anna, for example, she'd be able to make the connection that she was whom the 'warm thoughts' were about. She tilts her head slightly as he replies, nodding once. She had picked up the fact that there were those he cared for (friends) almost as soon as she'd mentioned them.]
But more freedom doesn't particularly help when it's still, in essence, a limited freedom. [Oh, she had her opinion of Redd, believe me, and his 'saving' people from their worlds.] A prison by any other name ..
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Exactly. No matter how nice it is, its still a prison ( ... )
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I'm not terribly fond of prisons of any sort, truth told. I've had my share of it and wasn't particularly looking to find a more lavish attempt at one while I was being 'saved'.
[Havens, but this man was a bit of an emotional wreck. She wasn't going to force thoughts out of him and knew the rest would come with time, if he endeavored to share with her. That he was holding back would have likely been obvious even to someone not Gifted with empathy. His thoughts turned heavy when he began speaking of his home and she was certain it was directly related to his current emotional state.]
Mmm.. [She's got the bottle again, a comfortable warmth beginning to spread through her stomach outward as she takes another drink, telling herself to sloooow doooown as she lowers it, tracing the glass with her fingers. She hadn't gotten drunk since her night drinking with Kevas, and it wasn't something she did ( ... )
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*He hated that. Aside from being stuck in the first place, being unable to find the answers to the questions this place brought up was the worst part of the ship. The rest he could deal with, but being helpless and unable to do anything about it...It drove him up the wall. When things we calmer it was easier to ignore, but after what happened the other night and the fact that nothing had happened since ( ... )
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It is .. perturbing .. to say the least. That not only the stars were gone, but the .. other things. [Being an empath certainly led to picking up strange things after the starless night began. The voices that some had heard .. She shivers, glad that she had not experienced it herself. On the other hand, she almost wished that she had experienced it.]The lack of answers .. it is never easy to deal with such, no matter what it is you are questioning. When you add the fact that it's happening on this ship .. it can be a bit .. frustrating. It seems we often have more questions than answers ( ... )
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His thoughts warm as he begins talking about learning other languages and she encourages it silently.]
I think it a perfectly worthwhile endeavor, truthfully. To be knowledgeable in other languages on a vessel that has so many would be a great help. I think you would find that new arrivals would be more than a little grateful for such.
[And there was that extra trace of warmth when he spoke about languages and Talia wondered whom it was he was thinking about. She could feel him relax, though, and that was the important part. She continues the gentle coaxing on the lines of 'today's okay .. one day at a time' and 'I'm helping .. maybe she's right' .. a gentle sort of mental guidance.]What language are you ( ... )
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*Though he was really only learning them for personal benefit. The 'i'm helping' coaxing for that, then, fell on deaf ears...so to speak. Aside from wanting to learn Anna's language, it was pure selfishness that prompted him to not have to translate things to text or to want to understand people in the halls speaking other languages.
The other line of coaxing was working a bit better. He wasn't cheering up all that much, but he was moving to a more even keel instead of being depressed.*
I'm studying German right now. I'm not very good at it yet.
*He returns to the alcohol, though, taking another swig. The habit of doing so was so ingrained by now, it may take conscious effort to stop with an open bottle just right there.*
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Not everyone takes to languages as well as others, it's true. Whether we want to be grateful or not, it's a good thing the communicators translate as much as they do.
[She felt the depression ease in his mind as her own blanket of calm helped, feeling him far more receptive to those thoughts than the idea of helping. She wouldn't make him accept the thoughts, though she'd been capable of such things in her own world. She had only ever done so to a man that needed a punishment equal to his crime, locking him into a loop of emotions directly taken from the mind of his victim. Though this would be a helpful alternative to the punishment, she still did not prefer to force thoughts on anyone.]
German? I can't say I know it at all, so you are already far more versed in it than I.
[She offers him a smile at that, taking the bottle again as he finishes his swig. It doesn't burn anymore going down, and now there is a steady warmth having spread through her body. She knew why people turned to alcohol for ( ... )
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Mm...I hear it on the network with some regularity, so I figured I'd try it. I'm not sure how long it will take me to get it down.
*He takes another swig from the bottle then rests his head against the railing. He was calming down, so he was starting to get sleepy again. But the idea of sleeping sent another wave of fear, and thus another wave of depression, through him. He sighed, trying to move his train of thought onto something more pleasant.*
Yeah. Nice to meet you. You're...Vanyel's friend? Or from his world?
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Yes, I am .. and we are, though at different points in its history. It was .. interesting .. meeting him in person when I've only ever read of him in history texts.
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Marco really does not want to sleep, but sometimes just passing out keeps the dreams away. He sits up and takes another swig of the alcohol, calming a bit but perhaps not how she had intended.*
I bet it must be. No one from my world is here, but some of the settings--hell, this whole place, really--are similar to ones I'd find in fiction back home.
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