Nov 25, 2011 20:17
[When the feed starts, she's on a rooftop, and scowling to the camera. Something has made her grumpy. What you ask? She's going to direct the Forge over to a smug little corner.Yup, that's right. She's been sleeping on a nest of pillows and blankets on the roof. Against the side of the roof is her sword in rest position. And right beside her sword, there's a very nice little basket.]
They found my sleeping spot. Found it. Hate that.
[She's frowning to herself. Yes, she had been out to Tony Stark's party because she had been invited-but what in the heck was this? She didn't want it. Miata huffs, and starts to pull certain items out of the basket. There's lots of odd ball treats and raw meats for the most part. Some of those from her world might know what she's taking out of the basket: almond pudding, rosee, capon roste, cruste rolles. Miata picks up a bottle of honey beer, makes a face at it, and puts it aside. Then she goes still. When she picks up the package of pynade, her hands are shaking.]
She made these. She made these.
....Mama....Papa.....
[When she disconnects the feed, she's clutching the treats to her chest, shaking and rocking.]
benten,
shunsui kyouraku,
!miata,
claudia auditore da firenze