Maybe? I'd say that's what breaches are Last flood all inmates and wardens were psychologically compelled to stay within arms-length of whoever they were paired to; get too far away, and you'd pass out The flood before that, if you touched a copy of someone's shoes you gained their life story and forgot your own, and the Barge was covered with shoes And the flood before that, if you didn't touch someone every so often you'd freeze So they tend to have.... some sort of theme that forces us to engage with each other
The shoes one was entertaining, in retrospect Scroll back far enough on the network and you'll see a lot of people acting and looking very strangely over the span of a week Though it kept resurrecting me? Which was very rude.
[Ash does, in fact, let herself in. She's not looking quite like herself; her hair's chin-length, choppy and layered, and she's in a leotard and jean shorts. This is probably the most skin Jinx has ever seen her show; hell, it's probably the most skin half the Barge has ever seen her show.]
Oh that definitely sounds annoying to deal with I'll have to scroll back more!
[Jinx rolls into a sitting position before waving.]
So far... no? Nothing that feels different from the usual, for me, anyway. I even started paying more attention after your heads up! Maybe it missed me, or... maybe it'll take a while to notice.
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?
Ah... Yeah, that's probably it. I'm not the lucky type, so being left out is way less likely!
[She points over to the wardrobe.]
In there! Just... ignore the suits.
[More like, 'please don't touch said suits', though she can't bring herself to outright say it. Because that means facing the fact that she doesn't want anyone else touching them.]
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.
[Said suits look to be for a person much taller than Jinx, with lots of deep reds, grays, and black. The smell of them is likewise not very... Jinx, and may or may not have something to do with her not wanting anyone else touching them.
After Ash steps out, Jinx gives a nod and a fingergun gesture.]
Just dye your hair blue, and we'd suddenly look like siblings. [Granted, she has mixed feelings on that topic, so the joke is... definitely just a joke, in this case. She gives a shrug at the question.] Perfectly fine with me! Let me know if you want matching nails, or anything, next.
[Not something she's done for anyone else, but that is one of the things she was able to find, in her style, back on that Station.]
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...
Whoa... I'm super jealous that you can just... do that! I'd be changing my hair up all the time. Granted... that's kind of what the wigs I'm making are for.
[Jinx points to a row of in-progress wigs, over in a corner. Though her attention is quickly tugged away by the agreement to let her paint Ash's nails. Her eyes light up as she claps her hands.]
Really? [She's always wanted someone to do this kind of thing with!] Okay! Sit here!
[She pats the bed before hurrying over to where she keeps the nail polish.]
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.]
[She offers one hand to Jinx, palm-down. Up this close it's easier to see that her nail beds have a blueish tinge; she is a walking corpse, after all.]
While under the Admiral's restrictions you do need to consent to any changes I make, but anything you could plausibly manage with a disguise kit I can probably do.
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Re: private text, ~11PM first night of flood
Floods are where we're moving too close to another place right?
Re: private text, ~11PM first night of flood
I'd say that's what breaches are
Last flood all inmates and wardens were psychologically compelled to stay within arms-length of whoever they were paired to; get too far away, and you'd pass out
The flood before that, if you touched a copy of someone's shoes you gained their life story and forgot your own, and the Barge was covered with shoes
And the flood before that, if you didn't touch someone every so often you'd freeze
So they tend to have.... some sort of theme that forces us to engage with each other
[...he's rambling.]
I'll be by shortly.
Re: private text, ~11PM first night of flood
love it!
[No love to be found here.]
door's open so you can let yourself in
[She's going to be lying on her bed, drawing, and paying way less attention to the door than she probably should, during a Flood!]
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Scroll back far enough on the network and you'll see a lot of people acting and looking very strangely over the span of a week
Though it kept resurrecting me? Which was very rude.
[Ash does, in fact, let herself in. She's not looking quite like herself; her hair's chin-length, choppy and layered, and she's in a leotard and jean shorts. This is probably the most skin Jinx has ever seen her show; hell, it's probably the most skin half the Barge has ever seen her show.]
Nothing too strange happen to you yet?
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I'll have to scroll back more!
[Jinx rolls into a sitting position before waving.]
So far... no? Nothing that feels different from the usual, for me, anyway. I even started paying more attention after your heads up! Maybe it missed me, or... maybe it'll take a while to notice.
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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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[She points over to the wardrobe.]
In there! Just... ignore the suits.
[More like, 'please don't touch said suits', though she can't bring herself to outright say it. Because that means facing the fact that she doesn't want anyone else touching them.]
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[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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After Ash steps out, Jinx gives a nod and a fingergun gesture.]
Just dye your hair blue, and we'd suddenly look like siblings. [Granted, she has mixed feelings on that topic, so the joke is... definitely just a joke, in this case. She gives a shrug at the question.] Perfectly fine with me! Let me know if you want matching nails, or anything, next.
[Not something she's done for anyone else, but that is one of the things she was able to find, in her style, back on that Station.]
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[...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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Whoa... I'm super jealous that you can just... do that! I'd be changing my hair up all the time. Granted... that's kind of what the wigs I'm making are for.
[Jinx points to a row of in-progress wigs, over in a corner. Though her attention is quickly tugged away by the agreement to let her paint Ash's nails. Her eyes light up as she claps her hands.]
Really? [She's always wanted someone to do this kind of thing with!] Okay! Sit here!
[She pats the bed before hurrying over to where she keeps the nail polish.]
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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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[She returns with everything she needs, and then lightly plops herself down next to Ash.]
Wait... really? You can change it up, just like that?
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[She offers one hand to Jinx, palm-down. Up this close it's easier to see that her nail beds have a blueish tinge; she is a walking corpse, after all.]
While under the Admiral's restrictions you do need to consent to any changes I make, but anything you could plausibly manage with a disguise kit I can probably do.