Maladicta von Borogravia
22 February 2014 @ 09:20 pm
[The question comes repeatedly, in text, more enthusiastically each time, sent out at random to various communicators and then to the Barge as a whole:]

What's her name?

What's her name?

WHAT'S HER NAME?


[And then, eventually, a truncated and probably-almost-definitely voice post of nothing but giddy, verging on insane, and very easily recognizable laughter.]

spam } anywhere, everywhen

[Find Mal on the deck, a pistol on each hip and knives hidden various places, decorated with various scars and, to those who can tell these things, wholly human. The deck is her home, after all, even if there aren't nearly enough high things to climb to make it even close to home.]

[This isn't her ship, but it's a ship, and she's beautiful, and even if Mal can't get to the bridge or sea the water, she is nothing if not adaptable. No sea-salt air, but she will lean heavily against the rail and smile and make the most of her time.]

[At least until she sees someone who looks capable of giving her some answers, and then she might just attack.]


( ooc; mal is a pirate on the ship rage, from the land ho! breach. she will recognize some people as crew or as navy, but otherwise will be like who da fuq r u. )