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14. marmoreal

[Private to Iris and Simon, text]

thank you for trying

[Private to Mal, text]

What happened to you?

[After you saw me.]

[Private to Luna, voice]

Do you like pancakes?

[Spam for Mickey, Helena, Cassel, and Stephen]

[Sometime in the night, she breaks into their cabins, quietly. She just wants to watch for a while. Just wants to see that they're okay. If they wake, they might find her perched nearby, scribbling in a notebook. Or maybe just staring, small and still, chin on her knees.]

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[One jerk of the head.]

Just wasn't doing anything else.

[She puts the pancakes on whatever the most promising flat surface is, grabs one dry to nibble like a floppy piece of toast, and prowls around the room, examining its many oddities.]

[Luna sits down on her bed, and after watching Mira a moment, copies her motion by eating the pancake in her hands.

Her room is decorated much like the rounded Ravenclaw's tower is, with her four-poster bed and her steamer trunk set in front. Her schoolbooks sit on the windowsill, and the Quibbler lies in a stack near a wall. Paintings cover nearly every available wallspace, and her wand sits on her desk with an assortment of other magical items; cauldron, potions ingredients, etc. The broomstick Opie gave her is lying across her bed]

Find anything interesting?

[Moving pictures and strange flora are quotidian to her; it's the broom that catches her eye, the archaic quality of it, wood and twigs and twine.]

Maybe. Mostly it's you that's interesting.

[Then there's the wand Mira has seen her use; but she is also used to powerful weapons being nondescript.]

That's kind - or maybe not so kind - of you to say.

[She continues to eat her pancake, watching Mira]

What's your cabin look like?

Stylish, mostly impersonal. They're the rooms of someone I once pretended to be.

A scientist, with more money than time to spend on her home.

The hanging garden on the ceiling is mine, though.

Have you ever considered a redecoration was in order?

I chose it because it was neutral. It was...something else, at first.

I don't know. I'm used to just. Moving through spaces.

[She's been on the barge longer than she's ever been anywhere else, that she can recall. It's very strange to think about.]

Being transient does have its benefits. How long have you been on the Barge?

Hm.

[A moment to remember the calendar here -]

Sixteen months? Around that.

That long? I redecorate once every three to six months.

[She shrugs, slightly, one-shouldered.]

I've never done it before. I've never lived somewhere that was mine.

Your room here is yours, isn't it? Even if you aren't paying boarding fees.

The ship belongs to the Admiral.

But your room should be a place for you. An escape away from the worst of it.

A room on a ship is just where you sleep in between destinations.

I know this is different but - I'm used to that.

If you insist.

Still, you should carry a bit of home around with you. I'd look into that, if I were you.

I've never had a home. That I can remember, anyway. Except for in breaches. And usually not even then.

[Not to be deterred, Luna gives a serious nod]

That's a problem, then. We should start imagining what your home might look like, first.

I spent so long wishing I knew where I was from. Like that would tell me who I really was.

[She's not sure she needs to know, anymore.]

But I don't think I could really stay in one place.

Maybe we ought to find you some kind of terrarium. Or dollhouse. That way you can go many places but still have a tiny home to come back to.

I have things. That I don't want to leave behind anymore.

My notebooks. My dolls. The adoption certificate.

Oh! You have dolls?

Helena gave them to me for Christmas. They look like us. And someone gave me a bear.

[Someone gave everyone a bear, decorated like someone they miss. Hers looks like Arya Stark, whom she killed.]

I don't know what to do with them. But I like them.

Edited 2015-03-24 13:27 (UTC)

You can arrange them around your room and look at them when you feel lonely.

What's the purpose of moving them around?

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