TLV: Inbox

[theweirdos]

There's no voicemail greeting. She might get around to it eventually, but for now, better hope you've typed that network ID in correctly.

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in person!

[flawmaturge]

While his family home most certainly did have a telephone, it certainly wasn't the entrenched technology that it had become by Nancy's time and even beyond that, Wiktor had usually done his communication through letters as he'd traveled. Letters or telegraph. As such, it's really no wonder that he seeks her out in person, doing his best not to find her in a moment when she seemed engrossed in some other activity.

"Pani Nancy Downs?"

Re: in person!

[theweirdos]

She is, as it happens, up on deck, smoking a cigarette and watching the ever-shifting starscape fly by. She stiffens a little when he approaches, and glances at him sidelong, brow knitting in something between puzzlement and challenge.

"What did you call me?" There's suspicion there, an anticipation of insult.

Re: in person!

[flawmaturge]

He looks genuinely baffled at this response.

"...your name?" A pause. "Unless you are not Nancy Downs."

He offers a dip of his head as one hand turns to tap his own chest.

"Wiktor Szulski. I am... very new here."

[theweirdos]

She flicks a hand, gesture dismissive. "Before that."

The perils of dealing with the terminally monolingual.

[flawmaturge]

It's actually so automatic he has to think for a moment.

"Pani?" A pause. "It is... 'Miss'. A polite form of address for one you don't know yet."

He turns one hand up from his crossed arms.

"Language is a strange thing here. But it is a Polish word." The problem of the multilingual. He'd grown up in Warsaw, then been shipped off to Paris, and spent some time under an English doctor for his treatment.

beginning of Two-Step Flood

[flawmaturge]

[ Wherever she is? Well, hopefully she feels the same pull that he does. And he's using his warden item this time, instructions written and then erasing themselves in his grimoire.

Which is fascinating, really, but not for right now. ]

Nancy?

Re: beginning of Two-Step Flood

[theweirdos]

[Nancy's prowling one of the corridors between their floors, stiff and tense. She's without make-up today, the alien tug manifesting as something close enough to claustrophobia that it's driven her from her cabin before she can apply all of her customary armour, and it makes her look younger.

No friendlier, though. The set of her jaw is hard and unhappy, and she stops when Wiktor approaches, crossing her arms over her chest like a defensive bulwark.]

This you?

[She's almost certain it isn't. It's definitely magic - nothing else could put that itch to find someone in her bones - but she can't sense it past the effect it actually has on her, has no sense at all of the source. She would if it was someone human scrabbling around in her head, surely.

Surely.]

Re: beginning of Two-Step Flood

[flawmaturge]

[ He shakes his head. ]

No more than you've done this to me.

[ He looks her up and down for a long moment. ]

...if we are to touch, as this... compulsion drives us, I would prefer we touch hand to hand. Brushing your clothing would tell me things I doubt you want me to know.

Re: beginning of Two-Step Flood

[theweirdos]

What, like some kind of psychometry shit?

[There's a flicker of interest there, almost in spite of herself, though her knuckles pale as she grips her own arms hard enough that there are probably marks on her skin beneath her shirt.]

[todayiwas]

Nancy, ma poupée, how are you? Do you want some warm tea?

[theweirdos]

[Depending on when Justine sends the message, she might have to wait a little while for an answer - Nancy spends a considerable chunk of the first day of her death toll in that no man's land between asleep and unconscious populated mainly by the very sick.

When she does respond, it's by text.]

Yeah. Tea would be good. Throat feels like I've been chugging razor blades.

[todayiwas]

Which room are you? I have the water boiling.

[theweirdos]

801. All the way down at the bottom.

Private text following her text to Jinx

[falkeditupagain]

[Hanna isn't feeling especially amazing either but damn dude, that's...certainly a thought to have and it kind of throws up some red flags immediately. He might not be the right idiot to have this conversation with, but he can't just leave it alone.]

Hey, just gonna say I'm available if you ever needed to talk about anything? And like, I know I'm probably not the person you want to talk to about this kind of stuff, but I'm not going to judge, that's bullshit.

Re: Private text following her text to Jinx

[theweirdos]

Guy's not here, if that's what you're worried about. The infirmary would know if he was.

Re: Private text following her text to Jinx

[falkeditupagain]

1. I can be worried about more than one thing at a time, which means both you and who ever 'Guy' is, is a priority as far as worrying goes.

And 2. The infirmary wouldn't because he'd be sealed to the fucking front of the ship like a fucked up figurehead while I try and get my boyfriend to write up a draft of 'veto your right to a second chance' so everyone can sign it and we can submit to the admiral. He's good at the legalese.

Re: Private text following her text to Jinx

[theweirdos]

This place lets mass murderers go free after a couple days. Pretty sure no one would give a shit about one creep.

Following the Jinx entry; text

[weirdnecro]

Let me know if you wanna talk about how shitty guys are.

There's a reason I prefer monsters and men, not boys.

Re: Following the Jinx entry; text

[theweirdos]

Most of the men I know are even worse.

[Of course, given her age, any men taking an interest would have to be.]

Re: Following the Jinx entry; text

[weirdnecro]

Wow. Sounds like you've had a bunch of dickless wonders in your life.

Re: Following the Jinx entry; text

[theweirdos]

Don't know any other kind. It's just too bad I died before I could hex them all into a limp dick epidemic.

A few hours after the pairing, text

[fifthofthecovenant]

After he's had a little time to panic, and then a little more time to read the file, and then to wonder what exactly made the Admiral decide he ought to be the warden for this kid, he finally picks up the phone.

Hey where are you? We should talk and stuff.

Re: A few hours after the pairing, text

[theweirdos]

It's a few minutes before she replies, most of which she spends staring at the text, shoulders hunched up around her ears, wondering if she can pitch her communicator overboard and pretend she'd lost it before she even saw his message, or the pairing notification.

Thought you wardens could all magically find your inmates whenever you wanted.

Re: A few hours after the pairing, text

[fifthofthecovenant]

He'd just track her down in person anyway. You can't hide forever, Nancy.

I mean technically yeah, but if you're not in trouble it's nicer to ask first.

Re: A few hours after the pairing, text

[theweirdos]

I'm in the greenhouse. If you're bringing drinks, I want a Jack and Coke.

If they're going to talk about her sins, or her penance, or whatever it is a permanent warden's supposed to do, she needs a damn drink.