[Thread] And away we go!
Who: Mello, Nana, and Near
What: Mello sneaks out of her room to get away from Matt and runs into Nana. Near gains a playmate.
When: Early morning, during the storm plot on the 18th.
Where: Starts in Section 5, then makes it's way down to Near's room in Section 10.
Warnings: Near is potentially forced to share toys?
( Matt is such a mother hen )
What: Mello sneaks out of her room to get away from Matt and runs into Nana. Near gains a playmate.
When: Early morning, during the storm plot on the 18th.
Where: Starts in Section 5, then makes it's way down to Near's room in Section 10.
Warnings: Near is potentially forced to share toys?
( Matt is such a mother hen )
She was still wrapped-up in nothing but white sheets, the incorrect 'garments' having gone without mention when Cobweb came to see her... but while wandering down through the levels she had discovered other trees, filled with other things growing on them, and couldn’t help but halt and stare at the right of them... and now she stood in the colorful, luminous landscape of Section 4’s organic level, staring up at branches full of shoes and brightly-colored plastic things that she didn't really recognize or understand.
She was... awed, frankly. And more than a little bit confused. She recognized small trucks and cars, little people-like shapes, all shiny and captivating in some unrecognizable, visceral way...
She understood what the shoes were, in the most rudimentary sense, but recognized somewhat mournfully that there was probably no point getting just one shoe down for her one remaining foot and leaving its mate behind on the branch.
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"Kid?" she asked as she approached, "You just get here?"
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"Y-yeah, I-..." Nana's pink eyes flickered down to the Godzilla doll, then back up to the blond woman's face and to her uneven scars. She hoped that the woman wasn't going to get worried or upset about it and did her best to muster a smile, grinning helplessly and anxiously up at the taller female. "A-are you... Charlie? Or someone else...?"
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The kid looked pretty young - maybe eleven or twelve. If she was anything close to human, that is. She seemed harmless, too, like a little kid but something seemed off about her. Something she couldn't quite put her finger on.
"What about you?"
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In any case, Nana knew that she was being evaluated by the older woman's careful blue eyes, so she should be a smart, good girl and keep her guard up...
"I haven't spoken to you on the glass thing..." Said glass journal was pressed against Nana's side, lashed to her body with a wound-up pillowcase that rounded her bedsheet dress like a silly sort of sash.
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She used to have one herself after all.
"You just get here?" she asked, eyes going to the trees to see something . . . Near-like. Robots. He always liked robots. And anything he could actually build things with like legos or blocks or something. He liked to make things (She'd never admit the number of times she'd come close to asking him to show her how to make those puppets of his). And he liked putting things like puzzles together.
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"Yeah, just a few days ago..." Nana shuffled over towards Mello, standing nearer next to her and looking up at where she was looking in the treebranches, trying to see what the blond woman was seeing. More of those plastic things, huh?
"D-..." Nana glanced up at Mello's face, tilting her head down slightly and frowning just the littlest bit, somewhat sheepish-looking. "Do you want those? I can get those for you, the ones that are too high..." She wanted to be polite and knew that good, polite little girls always offered to help, especially people who had been sick. Papa would be pleased if she was polite and smartly guarded all at once, that would be good to do-
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"Just a couple robots for someone I'm going to visit," she answered.
Part of her was tempted to ask for a couple of the girlier plush toys to see Near's reaction. She could claim her own brat played with those sort of toys all the time and he'd likely believe her, but she decided against it.
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Nana tilted her head slightly towards Mello and looked over at her with a polite little nod of the head as her vectors brought the toys down towards them. They looked like they were just floating down, gripped by invisible fingers and held in the air over Mello's head- easily within reach.
"Who're you going to visit? A friend??"
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How did . . .
How could . . .
How was . . .
Well, if that bastard could kill people with a simple notebook and she could wind up in a Tower made of glass with people from different realities, different time lines altogether, then it'd make sense some kid with cat ears of sorts and telekinesis of some form would be here.
It didn't stop her from answering the question, plucking the three floating branches from above her and holding them carefully to her chest.
"Not really. He's . . . a version of someone I grew up with."
That was probably the best way to explain it. She didn't exactly like him, but she couldn't exactly bring herself to hate someone who technically wasn't her brat.
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"-And he likes these things, huh?" It seemed pretty obvious, if Mello was gathering-up these little plastic creatures for him. She couldn't imagine what they were for really. Nana reached up and brushed fingers through her pink hair and over one of her horns self-consciously, eyes focused wholly up on the older woman. She seemed wary, confused or nervous about the vector thing even though she hadn't said anything... but Nana wondered if not saying anything was as good as just accepting it, and she very dearly hoped so.
"Does he live upstairs where the storm is? Or is he down near the water?"
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"Likes to play with them. Pretend their fighting each other and stuff," she answered with a shrug of one shoulder, "And he's staying near the bottom of this place."
The telekinesis . . . it could be useful. Best try to stay on this kid's good side or . . .
Maybe the brat himself would like a play mate of sorts?
"You want to come with me? These things are kind of heavy."
Not really, but her shoulder was aching and she'd be less tempted to smack Near if there was someone else there. Especially a kid.
"Where are you staying anyway?"
And it'd be hilarious to offer him this sort of olive branch.
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"Yeah, I'd like that if you-.. if you don't mind anyway?" Nana reached her hand out for some of the toys and smiled vaguely, the bedsheets gathered and hung over her other shoulder in such a way that she didn't appear to actually be lacking another arm. She was trying her best to be friendly... but while Mello's illness and her words made it seem like she was really no threat at all, Nana had the tickling feeling that there was something about the woman she needed to be wary of. Or maybe that was just Papa, telling her to be a good and alert little girl...
Either way, Nana smiled more brightly as she managed to forcibly dismiss her concerns about the woman's motives, bright and cheerful and entirely too young-looking. "I'd like that, if you bring me along..."
The final question earned only a little tick of Nana's head, roughly indicating the floors above her head. "And- Sector 5's where I'm staying. I'm in room 4."
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"You live just next door to me, then," she acknowledged, noting how the girl was studying her scars and deciding not to say anything. If she wanted to know about how she got them, she would let her know.
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Nana hugged the branch and the toys attached to it to her chest as she walked alongside Mello, one bare foot and one vector carrying her along in a just slightly off-kilter way- she probably only looked as though she had a natural, vague little limp.
"Have you been here really long, Mello?"
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The kid had a limp. Was she hurt in some way? Abilities like that . . . was it really a good idea to bring her to Near? Especially if that bastard had gotten to her in some way.
Well, Near could decide for himself when Mello introduced them. Plain and simple. The girl appeared to be a good kid. If nothing else, she probably wouldn't think much of Near deciding to turn her away at the door and would go back to exploring the place.
"Oh - about a month or so," she answered. The two continued in more or less silence. Chitchatting idly before they reached the Section Near was in and reached his door. Not really caring for Near's response at all, she reached up and knocked on the door.
"Brat! It's me! Open up!"
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