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Re: text; pre-flood

[personal profile] giraffic 2025-08-22 06:16 pm (UTC)(link)
your room

less chance someone nosey will come across us
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[personal profile] anashthetic 2025-08-23 01:35 am (UTC)(link)
Mm. In my experience there's two sorts of floods -- there's ones where it comes on all at once, and we all suffer the same strange effects, except for a few who are immune somehow? And there's ones where it's more of a 'rolling' effect, individually-personalized, where you suffer several different changes over the week. Not all at once, mind you, they've got different lengths of effect.

So it's probably the second one, if you don't feel like a change in style would feel nice right about now -- I really do need a better word than 'effect'... [Right, getting right into it:] Where's your clothes?
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[personal profile] giraffic 2025-08-23 02:32 am (UTC)(link)
[ Ellie's quick when she wants to be. She's crossed the multiple floors and is front of Jinx's door within minutes. It's late and she's already in her pajamas.

She's been careful on the Barge to always be in long sleeves if she leaves her room. On the rare occasion she doesn't, Ellie's bite is carefully bandaged; second nature after months of survival. Now Ellie's arm is bare, and that's what makes her hesitate outside of Jinx's door, one hand over the burned skin. The burn is patchy, where she tried pressing a heated knife against it, but only managed to do so much before the pain was too much. She prays it's enough to obscure the actual bite part of the mark to someone who's never seen one.

Couldn't use her to make a cure and didn't work have been looping in her head for hours. Her eyes are red from crying, despite her attempts to get herself together. The pain, Ellie will say, if she's asked. Can't look like a crybaby.

Ellie knocks lightly on Jinx's door before ducking her head in. ]


Hey. Sorry, it's so late.
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[personal profile] ctrl_z 2025-08-26 07:09 am (UTC)(link)
[After he's given himself a minute to come down from the rush of adrenaline, he can't help but hate himself a little more. Even if he hadn't fully left, well, Jinx had no way of knowing that, right?

His lips drawing into a thin line, he gets out his device. It's.... better than nothing. He only hopes that she'll read it in time.

Ugh...]


sorry
i should be there


[He makes a face, then erases that line before continuing.]

needed to step out for a moment
still here though
right outside. when you're ready


[He sends off the message and flops against the wall, going back to his silent self-loathing.]
Edited 2025-08-26 07:10 (UTC)
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[personal profile] anashthetic 2025-09-01 06:34 am (UTC)(link)
Right, right... well, if you feel a strong desire to start dressing in flannels at any point this week, that one's probably mine.

[It's better than it used to be! She used to wear variations on the same three outfits almost in perpetuity. And then she nearly had a nervous breakdown about it, rearranged a large portion of her wardrobe, and now a decent chunk of the time there's no flannels in sight.

Ash does disappear into the wardrobe for a bit; they do not in fact ignore the suits -- they very much perceive the suits -- but no touching is done. It was very tempting! They love touching things they're explicitly not supposed to touch! But no.

They're a few inches taller than Jinx herself is, though, so when they emerge (their original outfit mysteriously gone(?) and another few items of clothing folded under one arm), while her style isn't exactly skimpy there's a fair bit of very pale skin being shown off here. Not that Ashton looks particularly bothered by it! Quite the opposite.]


Thanks. It's alright if I take a few things with me, yes? I'll bring everything back when I'm not... [shrug!] You know. Flood-changed.
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Re: text

[personal profile] ctrl_z 2025-09-02 11:14 pm (UTC)(link)
yeah, of course

[Biting back the urge to apologize again, he immediately heads off for her room, still wondering what the hell'd gotten into him.

Ultimately, he feels too weird about entering it without her already there, so he'll wait just outside.]
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[personal profile] giraffic 2025-09-03 05:49 am (UTC)(link)
[ The rest of Ellie slips through the door, not answering the questions at first, giving the cabin a look over. It's different from what she'd imagined for someone like Jinx -- someone so loud and colorful. It's interesting, though, and her eyes are naturally drawn to the stained glass.

But she's here for a reason.

Ellie slips over to the bed, perching on the edge of it, the way her shoulders draw in making her smaller. ]


You can do that?

[ She trusts Jinx. Ellie wouldn't be here if she didn't. Still, her heart pounds at the thought of offering up her arm. Anywhere but the Barge, she'd be risking everything doing this. ]

I have a - old scar I want gone. I was trying to burn it off, but...It's not going so great. So...both, I guess.
Edited 2025-09-03 05:50 (UTC)
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[personal profile] anashthetic 2025-09-03 08:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Not exactly my color. [Though they do run their fingers through their hair, leaving blue streaks as they go; the gradient of those is perfect powder-blue to electric-blue, cleaner than any dye could make it.] See? Mostly it just washes me out.

[...they can do their own nails with nearly zero effort, that's just pigmentation, but... well, what the hell, why not.]

There's nowhere I need to be? If you'd like, you can have free rein of my nails, we can see how extensive me borrowing your tastes is...
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[personal profile] ctrl_z 2025-09-05 08:14 am (UTC)(link)
[He raises an eyebrow at the head tilt.]

What?

[Listen, he's no gentleman, but still. You don't just go into a girl's room! ...even though she gave him permission. Shhh.

When he goes in, it only takes a second before he feels chills through his body. He's never seen the place before, and yet it's instantly clear just who it belongs to...

Studiously ignoring that, he takes the offered seat and focuses his attention on Jinx. There's a brief moment he looks a little surprised, but it smooths away quickly.]


Yeah?

[His voice is softer, a gentle encouragement.]
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[personal profile] anashthetic 2025-09-06 06:38 am (UTC)(link)
Whenever you see someone behind the bar in the Lounge you don't recognize? That's probably me. Usually I do a new face every shift, lets me keep in practice.

If you want a change-up I can do hair, though; that's just cosmetics, that's easy.

[She sits at the very edge of the bed by reflex and habit with her heels on the ground, stays there for a second, and then scoots back far enough to get comfortable as she watches the younger girl scurry around. All compulsive neuroses about escape routes aside, she's pretty certain she could take Jinx in a fight, so she can turn that part of her paranoia down a little bit. Maybe.]
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[personal profile] ctrl_z 2025-09-09 02:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[...what the fuck.......

After a moment, he scoots a little closer, leaning forward slightly as he speaks softly.]


What... happened, exactly? I mean... how'd he get a hold of you?

[It's difficult to give Silco the benefit of the doubt, but he's trying for Jinx's sake.]
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Private Text

[personal profile] anashthetic 2025-09-10 03:58 am (UTC)(link)
[At the exact same time as they're sending Ekko a very similar text:]

So. What's the actual deal with you and Ekko?

If necessary we can trade honesty for honesty: tell me and I'll answer a question, any question, of your choice. Honestly. Even if I think it's unbearably stupid.
Edited 2025-09-10 04:00 (UTC)
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[personal profile] giraffic 2025-09-11 03:32 am (UTC)(link)
They make that kinda shit?

[ she looks over the tube with some awe, taking it and looking it over carefully. something like this would be a nearly impossible trade. how many ration cards would someone have thrown away for just a little of this?

she tries to imagine having something like this at home, not just making do with scavenged pills and gritted teeth. maybe it's easily available here, but-- ]


Are you sure? Stuff's gotta be like gold.

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