seventeen ☼ spam {backdated}

[deshabille]

spam } barge, day 1

[Mal is memorable. Once, she was a creeping shadow of an aberration, her warden content to torment her into violence by depriving her of her blood substitute. She was quiet, passive, identifiable by her red-tinged eyes and the way she twitched at sudden noises.]

[The difference is stark. In the past week, she's gone through the door and changed entirely, her eyes bright and clear, back straight, outlook positively cheery. There is nothing about her reminiscent of the creature she used to be.]

[Frankly, even she doesn't know what to make of the change. So she investigates. All of her time is spent at the door on deck. She doesn't sleep - then again, she doesn't exactly feel like she needs to - and anyone who gets near it is as carefully investigated as the structure itself. She remembers nothing from going through, and yet something must have happened, or she wouldn't be . . . whatever it is she is now.]


( ooc; mal is affected for the desperate to deliver plot! her mirror barge backstory is here. )

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[youwill]

[He relents. He is not, after all, completely without compassion.

Pushing her too hard would give himself away, after all.

With a quietly chagrined look, he presses cup and saucer into her hands without a word.]

[deshabille]

[She drinks, and it is not polite or dignified or elegant. It's desperate. But when she is done - in just a few seconds - she looks up with more light in her eyes, greater attention, more wit.]

[A little concern.]

Do you know where Esther is?

[youwill]

[He has made the monster more human by giving in to her monstrous tendencies. It intrigues him. He hides it, and shakes his head.]

I'm afraid not. I believe she was last seen entering her room.

[She is another one he wants to speak to. Observe.]

[deshabille]

She shouldn't see you doing this.

[After a moment's consideration, Mal just flings the cup over the edge of the Barge. Better to have no evidence, she thinks.]

[youwill]

[That prickles at him, and he exhales slowly to keep his annoyance under control. It was a good cup, after all.]

She hasn't managed to spot me yet.