[ooc: no worries at all! hope you managed to have a decent holiday despite the power]
Ava wraps her blurred fingers around the mug, knows it'll be awhile before it's cool enough for her to drink, but that buys her more time. She settles at a nearby table, instead of her usual all the way in the back, and waits for him to join. Watching Scott carefully, still somewhat in disbelief that he's here. And what she's meant to do about that next.
He was an ally by circumstance back home, in the end. But does that mean anything anymore? Would he approve of what she's doing, or join the other side? Does that matter to her? She pokes a bit at the whipped cream.
"There's no money upon the ship," other than Maximilien's worthless suitcase stash. "It's free, but only in the no such thing as a free meal way. We are here to power the ship, through... hm, our emotions?" But she can't say she feels any less full of them than when she got here, if she's being drained. Feelings just have a way of generating more.
"And October was... you've met Friday, right?" It's hard to miss the woman without a face. "She got hijacked by a ghost of one of the former passengers, from a voyage prior. The ghosts stopped working. Nothing got cleaned or repaired. The ship began falling apart, and people started getting possessed and plotted to take over. I figured out the conspiracy, but a bit too late." But at least she still feels somewhat vindicated, that her paranoia hadn't been baseless!
no subject
Ava wraps her blurred fingers around the mug, knows it'll be awhile before it's cool enough for her to drink, but that buys her more time. She settles at a nearby table, instead of her usual all the way in the back, and waits for him to join. Watching Scott carefully, still somewhat in disbelief that he's here. And what she's meant to do about that next.
He was an ally by circumstance back home, in the end. But does that mean anything anymore? Would he approve of what she's doing, or join the other side? Does that matter to her? She pokes a bit at the whipped cream.
"There's no money upon the ship," other than Maximilien's worthless suitcase stash. "It's free, but only in the no such thing as a free meal way. We are here to power the ship, through... hm, our emotions?" But she can't say she feels any less full of them than when she got here, if she's being drained. Feelings just have a way of generating more.
"And October was... you've met Friday, right?" It's hard to miss the woman without a face. "She got hijacked by a ghost of one of the former passengers, from a voyage prior. The ghosts stopped working. Nothing got cleaned or repaired. The ship began falling apart, and people started getting possessed and plotted to take over. I figured out the conspiracy, but a bit too late." But at least she still feels somewhat vindicated, that her paranoia hadn't been baseless!