Hey, so... I'm Zack. I guess you probably knew that...
Anywhere in particular you wanna meet up?
Anywhere in particular you wanna meet up?
The Admiral has confirmed that, should I restore your vision it will remain so upon your return home, Taylor Hebert. [Sorry, Taylor, he's very very bad at Western style social informality; it just feels rude and wrong.]
Thanks for the assist. I owe you the dessert of your choice.
hey darling
the bees are super stressed and we lost a lot of them in that fucking port
would you like some wasps instead? I would really like them to have a rest.
<3 <3
the bees are super stressed and we lost a lot of them in that fucking port
would you like some wasps instead? I would really like them to have a rest.
<3 <3
[ He can't type it in English without using the voice-to-text and he doesn't want to make noise so Rags can rest but he'll turn the camera to Rags's face as the 'message'. It's clear where they are. ]
I know you don't know me, and you can just ignore this message, but I wanted to say that Rita is wrong.
You aren't.
You aren't.
Did you happen to see the announcement or is this message going to seem random and vaguely intrusive?
[He's in his own cabin, so he has to resort to calling:]
If he was just fucking waiting for me to graduate, that's fucked up.
If he was just fucking waiting for me to graduate, that's fucked up.
Taylor? Are you still here? This is still Taylor, yes?
Taylor? Are you all right? Do you need help? If I don’t get an answer, I’m going to do a voice call.
[ There is so much buzzing. ]
[ There is so much buzzing. ]
When he emerges from Zero, he walks in a bit of a daze back to Kiryu's, not even bothering to track her. What does it matter? Trevor's words are swimming in his ears, Taylor's face in his vision. He doesn't know why this hurts so much, but it does, and he knows that he needs to have an answer by the time he gets back.
He gets home and goes straight to his room, unlocking the partition. There are enough bugs around that he just calls out. "Come see me when you get home?" and is proud of himself for not sounding as angry and as hurt as he feels.
That done, he lies down on his mat and just stares at the ceiling.
He gets home and goes straight to his room, unlocking the partition. There are enough bugs around that he just calls out. "Come see me when you get home?" and is proud of himself for not sounding as angry and as hurt as he feels.
That done, he lies down on his mat and just stares at the ceiling.
The bees make an affirmative sound, and she'd wait until after her garden shift, except for how he acts. She can tell, between Smartass and the bugbox, that he's stopped moving. Stopped doing.
""You okay?"" asks a cluster of honeybees, coming nearer.
""You okay?"" asks a cluster of honeybees, coming nearer.
An Undersider. A daughter. A torturer. Enforcer for Coil. A community organizer. Vigilante. Supervillain. Complicit to robbery, extortion, mind control, kidnapping, and execution. Guardian of the docks and waterfront.
Dad
Brian, Lisa, Rachel, Aisha, Alex
Dinah
Charlotte, Sierra
Rags
Kiryu
Jon and Tim
Shen Wei
Dad
Brian, Lisa, Rachel, Aisha, Alex
Dinah
Charlotte, Sierra
Rags
Kiryu
Jon and Tim
Shen Wei
Oy. Just wanted to let you and a few other people know that there's someone on this ship who can mimic me and probably others. Found him beating up on Dorian wearing my face.
So if we see each other, maybe it's best if we come up with a code word, or you ask me a question that only I'd know the answer to.
So if we see each other, maybe it's best if we come up with a code word, or you ask me a question that only I'd know the answer to.
"Hey," he calls to her as soon as he hears her walk inside the house. "I'm making uh - pancakes." Because there is no such thing as a food you can only eat for breakfast.
"Are they supposed to be bubbling like this?"
He's hijacked a cooking book for kids from the library and has a little flour on his clothes, but nothing is actively burning, which he considers a win.
"Are they supposed to be bubbling like this?"
He's hijacked a cooking book for kids from the library and has a little flour on his clothes, but nothing is actively burning, which he considers a win.
Taylor: With everything that happened, and her near-miss with Elias, it's a day after it all before Taylor makes it to Shen Wei's door. Her knock is quiet - she's honestly unsure if she wants it to be heard.
Shen Wei: The knock is irrelevant, whether she wants to be heard or not. He can feel her approach well before she arrives at his door, but decades of habit means he waits long enough to maintain the polite fiction that he's responding to her knock before opening it.
"Xiao mei." He greets her with a small frown of concern and steps aside to invite her in. "Are you well? Have you recovered?" He should have sought her out to check on her. Should have sought so many out, but he hadn't, and now she's felt the need to find him here, where he can't even offer her a proper seat, though he gestures somewhat helplessly to the heavy, straight-backed desk chair. "Please, sit. I'll make tea." He can at least offer that small hospitality.
Taylor: She holds up a hand, not ready to sit down. Her hands are bandaged, at last with real gauze instead of spiderweb. "I came through this in one piece," she assures him. The words are chosen carefully - she's not fine and doesn't want to lie, but she's whole.
"I know I wasn't in my right mind, but I'm sorry for what happened."
Shen Wei: He extends a hand towards her, palm up. Not touching, but offering. "You have nothing to apologize for." Though others most certainly do, the Admiral chief amongst them, though he knows better than to ever expect him to do so. "May I heal your hands?"
Taylor: She draws her hands back a little, hesitant. "They're not much more than papercuts. They'll be fine without any help, just a couple of days." She knows it hurts, Shen ge. Rags told her ages ago.
Shen Wei: It might not be much, but there are few things he hates more than seeing the people he cares for hurt when he could do something about it. His own pain is so far beyond irrelevant. "Then it won't take much for me to heal them," he points out reasonably, but he does move away for the moment to make tea. Which is an interesting process in a room with no kitchen or electricity. At least he does have a bathroom, however archaic and minimalistic, which means he has water, and he has no need of anything beyond his own power to heat it. He cradles the pot between his hands, and it's only a matter of seconds before steam rises from it and he pours the water carefully over the tea leaves in an elegantly simple tea pot--clean and white, in stark contrast to the gloomy dark wood and stone and linens.
Taylor: It looks like an inmate's cabin, but she wouldn't say it. With a quiet sigh, she takes the chair, watching. She doesn't see his magic often, and even the little bits are fascinating.
"I should have stayed, when it reversed, to make sure everyone was okay."
Shen Wei: "That is not your responsibility, xiao mei," he points out gently. Though it is his, and he hadn't stayed either. He'd barely made it to his twin's cabin before collapsing, and has only been back in his own quarters for a brief time. He pours two cups of tea and sets one on the desk next to her, on a small stone trivet set carefully away from the neatly and obsessively ordered stacks of books and papers, brushes and inkstones. "Those of us who have chosen to be here have obligations that those of you who were given no choice do not." And he has shirked his.
Taylor: "If I'm working towards being a warden, I should be assuming those obligations," she points out, with a nod of thanks for the tea. She doesn't look at him as she sips it - it's the first time she's ever positively mentioned the possibility of her becoming a warden. She's always been against the idea.
Shen Wei: He goes very still at her words, his own tea cup not quite halfway to his lips. He finishes the motion after just a moment, then lowers the cup to simply cradle it in his hands.
"You've decided to stay with us?" The question is soft, warm, his lips curled up slightly at the corners. "You'll have a very fortunate inmate some day."
Taylor: "I haven't decided." She rolls her cup between her palms, looking into it. "... But I'm thinking about it. About what I'll need to learn to not be awful at it."
Shen Wei: Shen Wei looks down at his own cup, lashes sweeping down to cover his eyes, and swallows. "I do not think I can be of much help to you in that," he admits quietly.
Taylor: She raises an eyebrow at him, but leaves it up to him to expand on that. Sounds like a personal demon to her.
Shen Wei: One corner of his mouth quirks up as he lifts his eyes to hers again with a quiet huff. "I have made no discernible progress in connecting with my own inmate." He's mild enough about it, but it's frustrating and demoralizing.
Taylor: "Have you asked for help? Rags is definitely outsourcing."
Shen Wei: "... outsourcing?"
Shen Wei: The knock is irrelevant, whether she wants to be heard or not. He can feel her approach well before she arrives at his door, but decades of habit means he waits long enough to maintain the polite fiction that he's responding to her knock before opening it.
"Xiao mei." He greets her with a small frown of concern and steps aside to invite her in. "Are you well? Have you recovered?" He should have sought her out to check on her. Should have sought so many out, but he hadn't, and now she's felt the need to find him here, where he can't even offer her a proper seat, though he gestures somewhat helplessly to the heavy, straight-backed desk chair. "Please, sit. I'll make tea." He can at least offer that small hospitality.
Taylor: She holds up a hand, not ready to sit down. Her hands are bandaged, at last with real gauze instead of spiderweb. "I came through this in one piece," she assures him. The words are chosen carefully - she's not fine and doesn't want to lie, but she's whole.
"I know I wasn't in my right mind, but I'm sorry for what happened."
Shen Wei: He extends a hand towards her, palm up. Not touching, but offering. "You have nothing to apologize for." Though others most certainly do, the Admiral chief amongst them, though he knows better than to ever expect him to do so. "May I heal your hands?"
Taylor: She draws her hands back a little, hesitant. "They're not much more than papercuts. They'll be fine without any help, just a couple of days." She knows it hurts, Shen ge. Rags told her ages ago.
Shen Wei: It might not be much, but there are few things he hates more than seeing the people he cares for hurt when he could do something about it. His own pain is so far beyond irrelevant. "Then it won't take much for me to heal them," he points out reasonably, but he does move away for the moment to make tea. Which is an interesting process in a room with no kitchen or electricity. At least he does have a bathroom, however archaic and minimalistic, which means he has water, and he has no need of anything beyond his own power to heat it. He cradles the pot between his hands, and it's only a matter of seconds before steam rises from it and he pours the water carefully over the tea leaves in an elegantly simple tea pot--clean and white, in stark contrast to the gloomy dark wood and stone and linens.
Taylor: It looks like an inmate's cabin, but she wouldn't say it. With a quiet sigh, she takes the chair, watching. She doesn't see his magic often, and even the little bits are fascinating.
"I should have stayed, when it reversed, to make sure everyone was okay."
Shen Wei: "That is not your responsibility, xiao mei," he points out gently. Though it is his, and he hadn't stayed either. He'd barely made it to his twin's cabin before collapsing, and has only been back in his own quarters for a brief time. He pours two cups of tea and sets one on the desk next to her, on a small stone trivet set carefully away from the neatly and obsessively ordered stacks of books and papers, brushes and inkstones. "Those of us who have chosen to be here have obligations that those of you who were given no choice do not." And he has shirked his.
Taylor: "If I'm working towards being a warden, I should be assuming those obligations," she points out, with a nod of thanks for the tea. She doesn't look at him as she sips it - it's the first time she's ever positively mentioned the possibility of her becoming a warden. She's always been against the idea.
Shen Wei: He goes very still at her words, his own tea cup not quite halfway to his lips. He finishes the motion after just a moment, then lowers the cup to simply cradle it in his hands.
"You've decided to stay with us?" The question is soft, warm, his lips curled up slightly at the corners. "You'll have a very fortunate inmate some day."
Taylor: "I haven't decided." She rolls her cup between her palms, looking into it. "... But I'm thinking about it. About what I'll need to learn to not be awful at it."
Shen Wei: Shen Wei looks down at his own cup, lashes sweeping down to cover his eyes, and swallows. "I do not think I can be of much help to you in that," he admits quietly.
Taylor: She raises an eyebrow at him, but leaves it up to him to expand on that. Sounds like a personal demon to her.
Shen Wei: One corner of his mouth quirks up as he lifts his eyes to hers again with a quiet huff. "I have made no discernible progress in connecting with my own inmate." He's mild enough about it, but it's frustrating and demoralizing.
Taylor: "Have you asked for help? Rags is definitely outsourcing."
Shen Wei: "... outsourcing?"
via mental link - first couple days they're back in space
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2022-03-05 01:40 am (UTC)(link)
The Pool has a couple types of water bugs that you might be interested in. I also found some fish that is safe to grow for human consumption we can move to farm in the Greenhouse.
Just want you to know... If you wish you can call me by a nickname. I don't mind.
Also. Maybe getting gege to help teach you our language will help him?
Also. Maybe getting gege to help teach you our language will help him?
[She has the look and tone of someone who is keeping calm only through sheer force of will and internally is actually a gibbering panicked mess.]
So...
You're the one who produces the insect meal for us. Do you happen to know anything about the giant fucking mosquitos flying around, or is that an Admiral sort of problem?
[They didn't actually discuss Taylor's powers, just the insect meal.]
So...
You're the one who produces the insect meal for us. Do you happen to know anything about the giant fucking mosquitos flying around, or is that an Admiral sort of problem?
[They didn't actually discuss Taylor's powers, just the insect meal.]
[Tim is a hundred percent texting Taylor on the sly while he gives Misty the tour of the spa.]
Heads up, we may have a new worker in the spa. Misty, very nosy.
Heads up, we may have a new worker in the spa. Misty, very nosy.
[Ulla does eventually reach out to Taylor, calling from her cabin, where Warren told her to stay whenever she isn't making repairs on deck under his supervision. House arrest rather than Zero, a kindness so she can hide underwater.]
I shouldn't have used the ways people have hurt me to lash out at you.
I couldn't stand to be around you then, but it wasn't about you.
[This is not Ulla saying she's willing to trust Taylor or comfortable being cared about, but she's supposed to fix the damage she did and she supposes that started before the storm spell.]
I shouldn't have used the ways people have hurt me to lash out at you.
I couldn't stand to be around you then, but it wasn't about you.
[This is not Ulla saying she's willing to trust Taylor or comfortable being cared about, but she's supposed to fix the damage she did and she supposes that started before the storm spell.]
[It takes Taylor a few hours to respond, hours in which she keeps reading the short message and then making herself too busy to think about it.]
I shouldn't have chased. If you'd wanted to see me after that, we both have communicators.
Please be careful. They can turn us all off now.
I shouldn't have chased. If you'd wanted to see me after that, we both have communicators.
Please be careful. They can turn us all off now.
Hi, Taylor! It's Misty Quigley, your new coworker at the spa. I just thought I'd introduce myself again, officially this time.
Hey! How are you doing? Is that locked cell in Zero yours, too?
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