deshabille | two ☼ backdated; private + spam + voice

private/voice | separately to charles, erik, anya (backdated 5/19)

A word, if you have a moment.

private/text | pietro (backdated 5/19)

CES, then library. Half an hour.

spam | CES (backdated 5/19)

[It's evening by the time she comes back here. Things look familiar in the way that they might have been part of a dream, once; cement and steel and dust and grime. She looks at the structures appraisingly, neither pleased nor displeased by them. They're just there. Just something that she might face, soon enough.]

[She's trained already, but she doesn't need rest, so she runs, fast and in as indirect a pattern as she can. Even stopping and starting, dodging imaginary pursuit, she's a blur, her eyes narrowed to slits against the dirt in the air. She learns the feel of the structures as she uses them for leverage when she hits top speed. It doesn't take long, too, before she's climbing, which is slower but not much.]

[Soon enough she finds herself at the top of an abandoned, half-constructed building, only a few stories tall but higher than anything she'd have found in Borogravia but a steeple. She sits with her feet hanging over the edge and considers her options from here. She has made her first decision, and now . . . here come all the rest.]

voice | 5/19, immediately post-paintball

Well. That was fun.

( ooc; SO i completely didn't do anything with paintball because of work, so feel free to assume anything re: mal being extremely serious about paintball once she actually learned the rules. she was 4th floor, blue team. )

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[Paintball was... a bit of a mess, honestly, and he's going to stick to what he knows best. Exploration. Preparation. The structures here remind him of lost civilisations. He wonders if these empty cities are what the Enterprise found. He spies someone sitting atop a roof and - like all sensible explorers - wanders towards it.]

It kind of was, wasn't it?

I'm glad you were on our team.

[Jean was the one making the paintballs fly back towards their owners.]

[She was hoping she'd end up in one with buildings.

They still have no idea what kind of place they'll end up in. She figures she should practice her climbing.

She remembers climbing back into her tower on the hand of the clock face, and she almost smiles.

The building she chooses is only half finished, a few stories tall. She fires the zip line straight up, waits for it to hit - there. She tugs, it's firm, up she goes.]

I do. [WHAT DID PIETRO DO no really it's more like what did Erik do he is very Not Sure rn. Not that he'll let that on.]

[Oh Christ. What horrors do you have to tell him? B(]

Of course. What's the matter?

One each.

[All right, she laughs.]

Sharp.

Absolutely nothing's the matter.

[She sounds almost surprised. What, it's like you people think her inmate is a murderous raging asshole or something . . . ]

I was wondering if you had anything you wanted to tell me about. [She makes a considerate noise.] Let's stick with just Pietro, I'd rather not go into how exactly the two of you are related here.

[This is a double-test.]

[she grins, ducks her head for a moment.]

Alright. How can I help?

[Mal's eyes zero on the zipline, and she watches Barbara's ascent with curiosity. Doesn't say a word until she's up, and doesn't offer to help her up, either. Just watches.]

[After she's settled, Mal smiles.]

Good trick.

Well, we both did our bit.

Admittedly mine was a little more direct and a little less flashy.

[If she were a more excitable person, she'd wave. Instead she salutes lazily and leans over the edge.]

Hello.

I'm assuming you saw the announcement. [Because you're clearly not an idiot, and because brothers.]

[If Spock were excitable, he'd wave too. Instead, he inclines his head slightly in greeting.]

Have you been here long?

I've been watching.

[Which is not an answer, exactly, but also means that she's been up here quite a while, if he can read between the lines.]

Can you get up?

[she nods]

My own warden has been really good for me, I think. I know everyone isn't so lucky, but I've been hoping for that for him.

[It's simultaneously support - I don't dislike wardens on principle, I believe the system can work - and a very soft warning. I care, I'm watching.]

[She doesn't want or need the support, but approves wholeheartedly of the warning. It's one she'd make, if the situation was different.]

It's a good thing neither of us are very nice, then. [She and Pietro, that is. Anya, she can't say yet. The warning indicates something a little sharper than pure nice.]

It sounds as though you'll let me know if I don't match up to your expectations.

[It is a very telling statement, and in reply, he simply disappears for a bit and shows up behind her.]

[She tilts her head at the sound of his breathing, a sideways cut of her eyes the only indication of surprise.]

Nice trick.

[She very rarely gives open compliments, so-]

Thank you. Are we looking for any phenomena in particular?

Phenomena?

[Hm. Maybe.]

These environments were chosen for a reason, I think, to prepare us for something, and I'd like to know why.

[There's a distinct possibility that she's worried, although not for herself.]

Of course, people's reactions to the environment are also valuable.

[Her mouth twitches a little, amused.]

I'm not always as...incendiary as the rest of the family. But if you're willing to listen, I'll make a point to let you know.

Incendiary is a very good word.

As long as you understand that listening is not a guarantee of agreeing with you.

[She snorts a little.]

If I had that power, I wouldn't be here.

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