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[gotyourwallet]

[The comm clicks on to a heavy breath. There's a pause before Vie speaks, and when she does her voice is lacking it's usual enthusiasm. Instead Vie's tone is quiet but firm, an attempt at hiding any emotion but failing more than she would like to admit.]

Marco.

[Another pause. This is harder than she thought.]

You have my loyalty. I will aid you in whatever way I can, just as I did him.

[And that's all you get. She's forced calm for long enough for today. Vie shuts off the comm and lets it drop to the ground beside her. 

Anyone passing along Deck 12 might notice a young woman sitting against the door of room 1212. She's hugging her knees to her chest and staring blankly ahead. Not wanting to believe that she's lost her closest friend once again, Vie is waiting. Silently she prays to every god she's ever believed in to bring him back, or at very least protect Godric and everyone else that's vanished without a trace where ever they are now.

Vie refuses to think any of those lost to be dead.]


(ooc: She won't be much for conversation right now. Vie's not taking the loss of Godric very well. This is the third time that she's let someone in only to lose them a short time after. She's got a pretty short fuse and is severely lacking patience. If she snaps, it's nothing personal. Vie's a bit of an emotional wreck right now. In time she'll be back to normal. For now? approach at your own risk. :<)

 

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[entirelybonkers.livejournal.com]

[Alice doesn't hear the voice post by Vie. In fact, she had heard very little from anyone since Marco's announcement, considering she had since left her room and left the device behind as well.

Godric and Tarrant, both at the same time. Both equally important to Alice, but in vastly different ways.

Both losses equally heartbreaking.

Its in a lost state of mind she quite literally stumbles over Vie and after she manages to pull her mind back together, she speaks.

Her voice isn't filled with the whimsical light-heartedness that is customary of the young woman. Instead, its melancholy and distinctly sad.]

Oh, I'm terribly sorry...didn't see you there...

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[gotyourwallet.livejournal.com]

[Vie glances up, somehow managing to of not even heard Alice approach. She can't think straight, can't focus, but hearing that tone from someone like Alice is still enough to set off warning bells in her mind.]

Alice? I-- It's alright. I'm in the way.

[She makes zero effort to move. That door is her safe haven right now. There's a moment of silence, Vie's eyes trailing back to the spec on the wall she's been staring at for god knows how long.]

Are you alright?

[Her voice is distant, but the words genuine.]

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[entirelybonkers.livejournal.com]

[ Sitting in the hall and in the way, it seemed, was in high fashion this summer on the good ship Elegante. Alice leans against the wall and slowly slides down until shes resting firmly on the ground and is in no danger what-so-ever of her legs buckling and giving way.

It takes her a moment to reply, and her brow is furrowed as if shes thinking very hard on something.

Finally, she speaks.]

...No. No, I would have to say I am most definitely not alright.

[phasebitchin.livejournal.com]

[Lilith is a highly intuitive girl. If she's not at her room, not at the bar, and not in any other secluded corner of woe she can think of, Vie has to be fixating on an important place.

Never mind how she knows where Godric roomed (cough, vampire stalking, ahem!). Just... there she is. A Siren slinking, out of the elevators, two vodka bottlenecks clutched in one hand, the other set loosely on a tattooed hip.

Vie isn't exactly inconspicuous, poise like that. Lilith's boots make soft thuds on the hall flooring, the only dramatic entrance she bothers with when her sort-of friend looks a hair away from breaking. If she hasn't already. This kind of heartbreak may never have happened to her personally, but damn if Lilith hasn't played back-patter and producer of ice cream sundaes to scores of girlfriends.

Wisely keeping her mouth shut, she bumps into the wall next to Vie and slides down it until her butt hits even ground. The vodka is given an analytical glance, and then her legs cross and Lilith begins the waiting game.]

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[gotyourwallet.livejournal.com]

[Vie barely notices the arrival of Lilith until well after she's sitting down. She's been staring ahead, not necessarily seeing a thing and not moving any more than she has to. The floor is hard and a little uncomfortable, but that's not enough to get Vie to move.

Silence rings out for a time, and Vie cracks a faint, sad smile.]

Foolish, isn't it? You think I would of accepted by now that he's not coming back.

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[phasebitchin.livejournal.com]

[Her teeth stop working the cork, having been idly gnawing until the female next to her opens her mouth to volunteer something. Lilith slants her a knowing look.]

Yep, you would think that. A lotta peeps would be better off if they faced reality off the bat.

[But there isn't so much as a tinge of exasperation, or cynicism, or any attitude to say she's going for the kill. For all intents and purposes, Lilith is just stating a fact.]

Iiiii don't think we work that way.

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[duckducktutu.livejournal.com]

[Duck's finally on her way to Deck 13, and, as she passed Deck 12, couldn't help but be curious with all the luggage. She'd heard you could take things from here, but.... it still wasn't super tempting. Though she had found a nice night gown. Other than that, though-- hands off!

She passes by Vie, and does a double-take. She doesn't know this person, but she looks so sad... ]

Ma'am? Are you okay?

[Inwardly, she fusses at herself. Of course she's not okay. No one is ever okay with that face.]

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[gotyourwallet.livejournal.com]

[Vie's so lost in her thoughts that she doesn't really notice Duck at first. She's aware that someone is there, but until the other speaks, they might as well be a shadow on the wall.

She turns her head to the sound, not recognizing the voice nor the person that goes with it.]

Ah. I--

[Vie shakes her head and offers a small smile.]

Not right now, no. But I will be.

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[duckducktutu.livejournal.com]

[Duck squats down, the perfect image of worry.]

Um, I mean. I don't know you or anything, and I know it's weird, but is there anything I can do for you?

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[thepartydude.livejournal.com]

[Mike's on his way to the luggage to look for more Stuff. He's not quite sure what Stuff he's looking for, but he'll know it when he sees it.

He pauses when he spots Vie, and jogs over.]

Hey dudette, what's--

[Oh wait. That's not a happy look.

He crouches down.]

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[gotyourwallet.livejournal.com]

[Vie looks up, surprise evident on her face. Upon realizing that it's Mikey, Vie tries for a smile.]

Hello Mikey.

[Her greeting is quiet. Perhaps unlucky for Mike, he's the sort of friend that she trusts enough to let her guard down around without realizing.]

I'm afraid you've caught me at a bad time.

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[blastmeforafool.livejournal.com]

[Silver's just doing his usual round of walk-all-of-the-accessible-areas-of-the-ship routine when he spots Vie, and ambles over, hands in his pockets, before squatting down to her level]

Y'all right there, lass? [his tone is friendly, with a touch of concern]

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[gotyourwallet.livejournal.com]

[Vie has never seen a cyborg before, at least not one like Silver. His words are kind, but she gives an involuntary jump at the sight of his less natural parts.]

Ah--

[She stops to think before she speaks. Silver's being nice enough.]

Just a little shocked, I think. A friend vanished overnight without a word. I've no idea where he is or if he's okay.

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[littlelegend.livejournal.com]

M...Miss Vie? Where'd Mr. Godric go?

Is he sleeping over at your room? He's not at his room and I wanted to show him a picture I made.

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[gotyourwallet.livejournal.com]

[Thank you Goten, you've just managed to break whatever control she had. There's a short delay in her reply while Vie chokes out a few involuntary sobs. Knowing she needs to answer, Vie quickly wipes the tears from her eyes and picks up the comm.]

Godric had to go away for a while. I'm not sure where but I think it must be important if he didn't stop to say goodbye.

[Stop. Breathe. Think.]

Maybe we could leave the picture on his door?

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[swordofhope.livejournal.com]

Chto s toboĭ, krasivaya? What is it?

[She doesn't sound so cheerful.]

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[gotyourwallet.livejournal.com]

[She'll just say it straight out]

Godric has left us.

[pimp-hat.livejournal.com]

[Kevas knows that tone and he's not bothering to reply. Instead he goes out looking for her. He can guess where she might be and sure enough there she is. He's not sure just what her relationship was to Godric but it doesn't matter to him. Right now Vie needs someone so he'll do his best to help.

He doesn't say anything when he approaches. There's not much he can say honestly. Instead he just leans against the wall next to her and waits with her. At the very least he can give her some company.]

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[gotyourwallet.livejournal.com]

[Vie likes the company, more so when it's a friend like Kevas. His silence is appreciated.

For a time, Vie doesn't speak, simply sitting and staring ahead. She shifts, stretching her legs out in front of her and glances up at him.]

Sorry for this, Kevas. I'm not much for conversation right now.

[It's not a dismisal, rather a quiet explanation for her current state.]

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[bemiiine.livejournal.com]

[hey, she knows that voice -- it's vie! she sounds so sad that pamela can't help but drop her a line]

Vie...? A-are you hurt? Where are you?!

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[gotyourwallet.livejournal.com]

[Aaaah Pamela. She's one of the last people Vie wants to worry.]

Pamela? I'm fine. Don't worry.

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[keepthedeaddown.livejournal.com]

[Sabriel takes a long time to decide to respond: It is not her place to intrude; she and Vie barely know one another; she cannot honestly say she will miss Godric.

But she can both recognize and empathize with loss.]

If you need anything...

[You would think, with her somewhat unique experiences with Death, she would have a better idea of what to say.]

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[gotyourwallet.livejournal.com]

[There's a short silence before Vie replies.]

Sabriel. I'll be alright, I think. Just...

[Another moment of silence while she searches for the right word.]

Adjusting, I guess.

[Audio] ...lets pretend this isn't horribly late

[ntjstapwn]

Thank you, Vie.

...I'm available if you want to talk.

[Audio] A WIZARD IS NEVER LATE. HE ARRIVES PRECISELY WHEN HE MEANS TO.

[gotyourwallet.livejournal.com]

[Long pause, followed up with a sigh.]

Not today.

[She needs to settle her mind a bit first, assemble those scattered thoughts and start making proper sense again.]

But.. soon? Tomorrow?