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[gotyourwallet]

[The comm clicks on to the sound of being dropped. It clatters across the floor and is accompanied by the delicate sound of a screaming five year old girl. There's a thud, the patter of some frantic, heavier than usual footwork and a panicked whine. Oh, and then a slamming door.]

Onai? Mokao!?

[She sounds like she's trying not to cry. There's a little bit of silence while Vie stares at her new surroundings and tries very hard not to have a panic attack.]

Tashi si mar?

[Finally Vie realizes that she dropped something on her mad escape from her room and dashes back to pick it up. She's got no idea what it is, or that it's broadcasting to the entire boat, but she dropped it so it must be hers? There's a fumble and a thud and the audio cuts out. ]


(ooc: Vie is 5 years old and on deck 12. She's a little distressed after finding a stranger in her room and remembers nothing of her time on the boat. I will probably get lazy with the Kirovian and summarise it, but for now WE SHALL SEE.

TRANSLATION: Onai = Mother, Mokao = Father, Tashi si mar? = WHERE ARE YOOOU?! D8)

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[littlelegend.livejournal.com]

[What.

WHAT.

She just ran out! She just-

Goten jumps up off the couch and chases after her -why is he seventeen, why is he seventeen- and luckily, between his speed and the fact that she's five it doesn't take much to catch up to her. ...although he's probably terrifying her, being this big dude barreling down the hallways after her. Oops.]

Kid- hey, KID! Where are you goin- Get back here! I'm not gonna hurt you!

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[gotyourwallet.livejournal.com]

[THE STRANGE MAN IS FOLLOWING HER AND HE'S SAYING WEIRD THINGS.

Vie clings to the strange box and runs a few more steps away. Apparently if she keeps enough distance between them, everything will be okay! Or... at least that's what she tells herself.]

Ta! Lea si mar!?

[Not gonna cry. Not gonna cry... o-okay there are tears. Vie refuses to acknowledge them and goes for the warning glare. It doesn't really work too well.]

_{((trans: 'No! Who are you!?))}

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[littlelegend.livejournal.com]

[Oh jeez. Goten takes a few steps back and holds up his hands.]

It's okay; it's okay. I'll stay right here.

[As if to prove his point he sits down in the middle of the hallway, points to himself and then to the floor. Right here.]

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[gotyourwallet.livejournal.com]

N-nore!

[She stops as well and just stares at him. She's fine. Really. Vie is totally in control of this situation save for the fact that she has no idea what to do next.

Since they're on the junk deck, Vie grabs what looks to be a scarf of some kind and lays it on the floor in a line. She points to Goten, then to the line and shakes her head.]

Mar sunei duso.

_{((trans: Nore = good, Mar sunei duso = you stay there.))}

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[littlelegend.livejournal.com]

[Goten nods hurriedly and puts a hand over his heart.]

Right. I'll stay right here.

[...but crap, he needs to talk to her somehow. HOW DOES HE DO THIS. Maybe if he sends a message to her comm...? His is in his pocket, where he left it last night -when he was seven oh God none of this makes sense- and he fishes it out. He points to his comm and then to hers.]

[audio] {Máel}

[mutedevents.livejournal.com]

[Oh geez, that sounds bad.

Jael speaks rapidly in a language that sounds like Greek.]

Um, little girl, are you okay?

[audio] {Kirovian}

[gotyourwallet.livejournal.com]

[There's a voice coming from the box. It's weird. It's scary. It's... kind of interesting. Maybe she can keep it as a pet? She runs a little further and then fumbles with it as she goes.]

--elp! I can't find Mother!

[audio] {Kirovian}

[mutedevents.livejournal.com]

[Aw man, she can't understand her either!]

I can't understand. Are you okay?

[audio] {Kirovian}

[gotyourwallet.livejournal.com]

[Well this is bad. The talking box is speaking jibberish. D: She drops her voice to a whisper.]

Sol si mar?

[Her tone is amazed.]

_{((sol si mar = what are you? O:))}

[ntjstapwn]

*Marco Felix is still hoping to find something useful in his wandering around the ship. Also he really doesn't want to stay in one place. He's feeling less pissy than he was before, mostly because confusion is overwriting that, but is still kind of bitchy.
He was picking through a suitcase when he hears Vie, and turns towards her ready to be angry.
...but not with a little girl. Shit. What does he do now?*

...um

[gotyourwallet.livejournal.com]

[Hi Marco Felix! You don't look like a clansman! You must be safe! Vie heads straight for him, still clinging to the comm as she goes and wearing amazing D: expression.

She babbles frantically as she goes, pointing back the way she came and generally makes... no sense at all. But it's very important to her. Vie does however stop herself just out of reach and gives him a panicked look.]

[ntjstapwn]

*And she's foreign too. Ugh. But Felix can't bring himself to walk off from an obviously terror-strickened little girl. He speaks slowly and softly, hoping that if she can't understand him than at least he'll sound calming or reassuring or something.*

Hey, its okay. *Kind of* I know this place is scary and weird, but you're safe here.

Do you know English?

[gotyourwallet.livejournal.com]

[She has no idea what he's saying... but his tone is nice? Vie doesn't approach anymore but stares up at him.]

S-sol?

_{((trans: what?))}

Audio// Japanese

[consummateturk.livejournal.com]

Hello? Do you know your Momma's name?

Video

[gotyourwallet.livejournal.com]

[The box is talking. Why is it doing that. Vie jumps when he speaks and drops the comm again. The video kicks in with a view of the ceiling and a whiny 'oh shit I hope I didn't break it' sound from Vie.

She peers at it cautiously, not picking the comm up from the ground and just looking at instead.]

T-teir?

_{((trans: Teir = Hello?))}

Audio//Japanese

[consummateturk.livejournal.com]

Hello there. My name is Duragun Verudo. What's your name? Maybe your momma and daddy will be back soon. You should be good and wait.

Video

[gotyourwallet.livejournal.com]

[So many words. Vie has no idea what the heck is being said. She responds by tapping on the camera.]

[Video]

[irredemption.livejournal.com]

[Oh me oh my, the weird little box thingamajigger started talking! Tony picks it up, squinting at it, and then shakes it.]

Is this a tv? Why's it so small?

[Audio]

[gotyourwallet.livejournal.com]

[THERE IS A FACE. ON THE SCREEN. WHO IS THAT. Vie fumbles with the comm and clicks on the audio. She whispers, eyes wide.]

Teeir..?

[Video]

[irredemption.livejournal.com]

Tear? Huh? [Squint, squint- hey the tv picture went away!]

[Video]

[gotyourwallet.livejournal.com]

[THE FACE TALKED BACK AAAAHH. Vie keeps on whispering.]

Teir! Lea si mar?

_{((trans: teir = hello, lea si mar = who are you?))}

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[thepartydude.livejournal.com]

[Once again, Michelangelo has gotten himself stuck outside when the age change hit, and there's a frightened baby turtle wandering the hallway and sniffling pathetically with his enormous teddy bear dragging along behind him.]

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[gotyourwallet.livejournal.com]

[At the sound of movement, Vie turns and promptly jolts to attention. The look on her face is one of panic. She throws herself back against the wall and stands flat against it, arms at her sides and feet together.

If she doesn't move, maybe he won't notice her? Vie already knows she's not meant to be here, so being caught by a CLANSMAN won't help at all. Vie bites her lip.]

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[thepartydude.livejournal.com]

[Rubbing the back of his hand over his eyes, Mikey whimpers and almost toddles right past her.

But he catches the movement and looks up, and FREEZES.

It's a human.

Only a baby one, but still. She might cut him up and experiment on him and eat him and make his shell into a fruit bowl.

He doesn't. Move.]

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[gotyourwallet.livejournal.com]

[Vie stares back, petrified. Though there are clans similar, she's never seen anyone quite like Mikey and scared as she is, the fact that he's sad is enough to get her attention.

She shuts her eyes tight as she works up the guts to speak to him.]

S-si mar taikon?

[Her words are a little panicked. Here's hoping she doesn't get in trouble for speaking out of line.]

_{((trans: Si mar taikon = A-are you okay?))}