[ She tries to cast cover instinctively, waiting for the waves of fog to erupt from the crack in the egg, blanket the area, and any thinking that needs to happen can fall strictly under the purview of Later. Not even a measly spark issues from her fingers, and standing makes the room spin. ]
[ Zuleikha crumples inelegantly, and barely registers being helped to the theatre, where she folds heavily on the sleeping bag, begs off the helping hands and leans against the wall, rubbing her forehead. ]
I thought my morning would go very differently.
[ She groans. The power of positive thinking. Yeah. Easier said than done. ]
[ Waving weakly to you, ]
Hey, are you —
[ New here too, fam? ]
→ at the theatre
[ Listen, the moment the magic's back on, there's the occasional drift of musical notes in an indistinct melody. Children rush and scream chasing dancing sparks — which are coming from Zuleikha's fingertips. She is curled up very comfortably on one of the chairs, boots up, and casting quickly with snaps of her fingers. It's just baby magic, taking no effort and showcasing no especial skill. But It'd been a horror to lose — to think she might have to work through each and every bit of it again, anything of the past erased and reset. ]
[ Meeting your eyes, she grins. ]
Do you have requests? I can make animals.
→ fetch quest
I'm holding out for spice packets.
[ Is the light remark, as Zuleikha rummages around towards your left. The Adamant is quiet, and her hand has barely been that far from one pistol or the other, but the journey here was uneventful, and she's in no mood to have that extend to this search. ]
Or sauce. The food could use some.
→ network (un: stormchaser)
If you could be anywhere else right now, where would you go, what would you bring with you, and why?
I'd much rather be in Seagarden with a tall glass of calamansi juice. Seriously. I was in the middle of my vacation. Three weeks of nothing but fun in the sun.
[ Nope. But no one from Libertalia is stupid enough to say they're from there, and she can't believe that's what feels like a missing piece of her too. She hopes the name will work as a beacon, draw any other member of the crew to her — ask about their last mission. ]
If you won the lottery*, what would you do with the money?
You buy tickets for a draw? You know that's a scam waiting to happen, right?
[ ... ]
What does everybody call themselves here anyway?
→ wildcard
[ooc: hit me w anything else! she will be wandering around the agriculture unit, or in the armoury comparing weapons. happy to write up a specific scenario for any of these locations or those mentioned in this prompt! ]
zuleikha | original
[ She tries to cast cover instinctively, waiting for the waves of fog to erupt from the crack in the egg, blanket the area, and any thinking that needs to happen can fall strictly under the purview of Later. Not even a measly spark issues from her fingers, and standing makes the room spin. ]
[ Zuleikha crumples inelegantly, and barely registers being helped to the theatre, where she folds heavily on the sleeping bag, begs off the helping hands and leans against the wall, rubbing her forehead. ]
I thought my morning would go very differently.
[ She groans. The power of positive thinking. Yeah. Easier said than done. ]
[ Waving weakly to you, ]
Hey, are you —
[ New here too, fam? ]
→ at the theatre
[ Listen, the moment the magic's back on, there's the occasional drift of musical notes in an indistinct melody. Children rush and scream chasing dancing sparks — which are coming from Zuleikha's fingertips. She is curled up very comfortably on one of the chairs, boots up, and casting quickly with snaps of her fingers. It's just baby magic, taking no effort and showcasing no especial skill. But It'd been a horror to lose — to think she might have to work through each and every bit of it again, anything of the past erased and reset. ]
[ Meeting your eyes, she grins. ]
Do you have requests? I can make animals.
→ fetch quest
I'm holding out for spice packets.
[ Is the light remark, as Zuleikha rummages around towards your left. The Adamant is quiet, and her hand has barely been that far from one pistol or the other, but the journey here was uneventful, and she's in no mood to have that extend to this search. ]
Or sauce. The food could use some.
→ network (un: stormchaser)
If you could be anywhere else right now, where would you go, what would you bring with you, and why?
I'd much rather be in Seagarden with a tall glass of calamansi juice. Seriously. I was in the middle of my vacation. Three weeks of nothing but fun in the sun.
[ Nope. But no one from Libertalia is stupid enough to say they're from there, and she can't believe that's what feels like a missing piece of her too. She hopes the name will work as a beacon, draw any other member of the crew to her — ask about their last mission. ]
If you won the lottery*, what would you do with the money?
You buy tickets for a draw? You know that's a scam waiting to happen, right?
[ ... ]
What does everybody call themselves here anyway?
→ wildcard
[ ooc: hit me w anything else! she will be wandering around the agriculture unit, or in the armoury comparing weapons. happy to write up a specific scenario for any of these locations or those mentioned in this prompt! ]