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[gotyourwallet]

[The comm clicks on. Someone sounds tired.]

Do I dare to ask what's happening now? This week has been eventful enough without the sudden burst of new passengers.

[She sighs.]

Alright. I'm just going to go read.

[Vie is in the library, curled up in her usual pile of pillows and making a fair attempt at ignoring all the strangeness.]

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[r-a-t-roddan.livejournal.com]

*Is that a rat by your feet, Vie? Its probably hard to tell, since it darts by so quickly.

A minute later, a voice speaks up behind her.*

...Vie?

((i may not be able to reply quickly, sorry :3))

[watusay.livejournal.com]

Vie!

My blossoming desert vanush!

[loveboundheart.livejournal.com]

[There is a horse, in the Library. A rather large, white, blue-eyed horse, and she (definitely a she) is staring at you expectantly, Vie.]

[gotyourwallet.livejournal.com]

[Whatever response the rat that may or may not of been there should of got is stopped by the voice. Vie turns around and looks at him, tilting her head to the side in thought.]

...Yes?

((I FUCKING LOVE YOU FOR THIS <333))

[gotyourwallet.livejournal.com]

[COMM FUMBLE, WHAT.]

Frek!?

[watusay.livejournal.com]

This is a strange little beeping device, isn't it? Listen!

[Frek pushes another button.]

Beep beep.

[gotyourwallet.livejournal.com]

[She's trying hard to ignore this. Really. Vie knows she's being watched.]

Ah... Hello Horse.

[gotyourwallet.livejournal.com]

Wait-- Frek. Stop that, please.

[She's trying not to laugh.]

Don't cut the conversation off before you tell me where you are!

[loveboundheart.livejournal.com]

[The horse snorts, softly and shakes out her mane. Obviously, she finds you to be a little ridiculous.

Still, she stretches out her nose, as if for a pat.]

[r-a-t-roddan.livejournal.com]

*Roddan blinks and looks down at her, sniffing a bit. Looked like her, sounded like her, but the scent was a bit off. Still, that could be due to this...place*

You're Vie, right? Where are we?

*He's in his uniform, btw, minus the helmet.*

((i still haven't decided if I wanna app him or not, but I figured you deserted at least this.
did you say you had that log between them from blip?))

[gotyourwallet.livejournal.com]

[She's nervous around animals but doing her best not to freak out.

Carefully, Vie closes her book, marking the page with her thumb and reaches to pet that nose.]

[watusay.livejournal.com]

If my lady insists. This is very different, no?

[Frek does stop, but he rattles the comm before putting it to his ear, grinning.]

I am in the... is this the mess room? Never before have I seen such variety!

[gotyourwallet.livejournal.com]

[That uniform is still dirtier than she would like. She reaches out to dust his sleeve. Different as she is, some things never change, Roddan.]

I am, yes. We're on the M.S. Elegante. It's a ship under the command of Captain Redd.

[No really. Why doesn't she know you.]

I don't mean to be rude but... who are you?

((i do have it! it's on my other computer though and that's currently dead. gonna try to get it going again this weekend. <3))

[gotyourwallet.livejournal.com]

Mess-- Ah! The buffet. I'll be right there!

[SHE'S SPRINTING. And when she arrives, Vie will stop and stare and look him up and down and circle around him, expression amazed.]

Are you really you?

[loveboundheart.livejournal.com]

[She accepts the pat, and for a moment, the warm contact is all she seems to be after. Then, a voice, made possible by the physical contact, in Vie's head as clearly as if someone had spoken aloud.]

[watusay.livejournal.com]

What, you do not believe I am me?

[Frek hangs his head and sighs heavily. He's not as depressed as his airs would suggest, which she surely picks up on-- it takes a hell of a lot more to dampen his infectious and frustrating cheer.]

If you must, you may touch me.

[gotyourwallet.livejournal.com]

[Well shit. The horse is talking. Immediately Vie drops her gaze and nods.]

I will... do what I can. What may I call you?

[r-a-t-roddan.livejournal.com]

*Well, she acted like Vie too, but she didn't know him. Had someone messed with her memory?*

Is this another world?

*Again, ugh.*

Roddan. I guess you don't know me.

((well, i'm at work anyway. g'luck, and if you get it lemme know :3))

[gotyourwallet.livejournal.com]

[She laughs, as she always does when Frek is around.]

How about... you answer a question instead? What is the name of our common employer?

[watusay.livejournal.com]

Okay, no touching. [Frek gives the briefest of pouts and then he's beaming again.]

Shad the generous!

[gotyourwallet.livejournal.com]

Roddan...

[Give her a moment to frown and try to put some recognition to that name. She gets no where. Vie shakes her head.]

I'm sorry, I don't. Could I ask where you know me from? And this is a meeting point between worlds, I think. Most around here are not from the same place.

((i shall :3))

[gotyourwallet.livejournal.com]

[She grins.]

I'm not sure that's quite the word to use for him...

[Vie puts her hands on her hips.]

And his second in command?

[watusay.livejournal.com]

[Frek dips into a sweeping bow.] To me, he is generous. Mama would never have her oils without his purse.

And the second in command you speak of must be the balding Tarquin.

[loveboundheart.livejournal.com]

[A little bubble of amusement expands and bursts. She likes you, Vie, no need to be nervous.]

[attack of the commentspam]

[powerofgod.livejournal.com]

[A WILD DADDYPIRE APPEARS. With a slight, ironic expression. It's sort of a 'here we go again' type thing. Because, god. HERE WE GO AGAIN.]

Would you mind company?