[Alice is determined to find her Hatter, so much so, in fact, that she's gone ahead and gotten to work on that tea party she had invited you all to not so long ago! She's gone to a lot of effort, you see, and - along with the help of a certain cabin boy named Siran (who, unbeknownst to Alice, has slipped in a few little savory tricks, uh oh) -
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Nel hovers next to the table with scones, eyes ticking cautiously between the green and pink frosting. As always, she's purposely misinterpreted 'party' to mean 'attend in full gear'.]
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Tonight, however, he's managed to pull on a black shirt and spare everyone else the strain of looking at him.]
Do you know which ones turn individuals human?
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Remembering to look apologetic, Nel sneaks around in her new satchel and withdraws the comm.]
Sorry. Could you translate that?
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Hn. Of course.
[He types inhumanly fast.]
"Call me Batou. Do you know which treats turn individuals human? What is your primary language?"
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The corners of her lips tug down, hovering near envy at his typing proficiency. She hates the stupid buttons; better for her strained patience to talk into the communicator and let it translate on the screen with minimal pressing.]
Nel. I confess to being ignorant that these were tampered with.
Primarily, I speak [never-explicitly-stated name for her funky-ass alien talk].
[Language barrier or no language barrier, her displeasure shines through.]
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But then again, neither is Batou.
He replies with the inhumanly fast typing.]
"I have perfect memory. Teach me basics and we can converse in your home language in a very short period of time."
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I'll definitely take you up on the offer some other time. Are you naturally gifted, or...?
[Since there are giant fucking robots galloping over the boat, Nel figures almost anything is possible.
Also he looks funny.]
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[And he realises she may not know what that is.]
"I am mostly machine with a human brain."
[Batou does look very weird. He's roughly 6'9", he weighs over a ton, his hair is snow white and his eyes are silver metal slugs.]
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Her chin subconsciously ducks, lips thinning out behind her scarf. Weighing the capabilities of a cyborg jerks her insides.]
Interesting.
[Uncomfortable pause.]
There's only one other person aboard this ship who can understand me without using these, and even he has his own translator. It would be... relieving.
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Of course when he sees a ladymon examining one of the pastries that brought Kevas' fate on him he has to try and warn her.]
Ladymon stay away fro-
[Too bad he doesn't get to finish his warning as his foot catches on his pants and sends him crashing to the floor.]
Okay...ow.
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[She darts a glance behind her at the frantic noise, and upon seeing what looks to be a young humanoid tripping over its own clothing, whirls and crouches to assist. One of her hands goes to his shoulder, offering assistance but waiting for him to recover.]
I don't understand you, and vice versa. I hope you're all right.
[That should make it clear faster than whipping out her communicator.]
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Kevas sits up so he won't have to worry about his pants falling off again. Okay so they aren't speaking the same language here. Instead Kevas just points and the pastries and shakes his head adamantly. And then his hat falls over his eyes again.
Sweet Loa he must look like an idiot.
Another bubble hiccup.
No wait, now he looks like an idiot.]
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(She might be laughing inside. Poor trolldude. :( )
Adjusting his hat for him, she goes for her comm this time and speaks into it. The screen gets turned to settle in front of his eyes.]
Don't eat them...?
Ah, are you injured? I can take care of any scrapes or bruises.
[It's bad manners to do a spellcheck on strangers when they don't know your intentions, so.]
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Oh right! The comms! He should have thought of those before. Kevas goes fishing into his pockets, grabbing his comm and following her lead.]
Right! Sometin' be wrong wid dem.
I be fine. [Other than the wounded pride and all.] Don't worry.
[Oh hey Nel, you get another bubble hiccup.]
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Just then... if you wouldn't mind?
[Making no sudden movements, her palm extends. A ring of soft light rises from its center, spinning and widening until it's the length of a grapefruit.]
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Joo ain't gotta worry. I be fine, really.
[Why is she fussing over him? This wouldn't be the first time Kevas went face first into something.]
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