queenofmay: (Trapped By Choice - manderley_road)
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It's a large ship. Larger than she has any idea how to consider. Especially given that they are still packed away into small amounts of space on it. Seeing people come and go from Ten Forward. More new faces all the time. Their officers, and their families. Even in the Sickbay. Enough that it always feels like a surprise, but, also, only like the steady early drip of rain starting. Holding back an endless cloud. The unknown. Outside of these spaces.

Today, at the least, they've been given room assignments outside of the place they'd all be keeping together as one mass of dislocated persons. Handed out a list. Perhaps, Marian could admit, to herself, if no one else, she was a touch envious her two friends had found themselves together. All she knew of the person whose room she had newly been granted to was a name: Darcy Lewis.






Which was how she founds herself, following a blinking line of lights on a black wall, computer, that talked and was leading her toward that room, which was all still quite strange thank you, with Caspian at her side.

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Date: 2014-05-31 03:26 pm (UTC)
the_seafarer: (listening)
From: [personal profile] the_seafarer
Caspian ought to be pleased with his room assignment.

He is not.




Then, perhaps, that is not entirely accurate: he is deeply grateful for his own arrangement, and deeply mistrustful of the one Marian was given. "I'm certain Kate would be delighted to switch," he says. If it sounds like a sentence he has said in various, only slightly edited versions multiple times, that's because it is. "Truly, my lady, it would be my pleasure."

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Date: 2014-05-31 08:34 pm (UTC)
the_seafarer: Screencap by Georgia (considering matters)
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"It would be folly to suggest," he says, smiling back, over his shoulder as they walk, "and though my days of foolishness are mayhaps not yet fully run, still, I hope to avoid any such obvious misapprehensions."

Marian can take care of herself, and anyone else who might need assistance. She is a skilled swordswoman and archer, and as quick-witted as she is with a blade or bow. Her survival in Nottingham and Sherwood long depended on both.

And though he is uneasy at the thought of a stranger, a potential threat, here in this strange, if not yet threatening, place, it is her room, and her choice, and so he turns his attention instead to the lights which run along the glass set into the bulkheads. It may be a poor distraction, but it serves well enough for the moment. "I wonder how large this ship truly is. She seems near the size of a great city, to me."

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Date: 2014-06-01 05:41 pm (UTC)
the_seafarer: (out oars for the dawn)
From: [personal profile] the_seafarer
"Not quite like the decks I know."

He trails his fingers along the cold metal bulkhead -- wall, really -- while crooking a half-smile that's more memory than amusement. "Or stars."

He looks back over at her, Marian, always composed and lovely, graceful even under strain and stress. "I thought I'd seen all there was to see of the world and the others outside it. I'm glad I was mistaken -- though I might have preferred some small warning beforehand."

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Date: 2014-06-02 06:38 am (UTC)
tased_lightning: darcy needs an explanation (uhh)
From: [personal profile] tased_lightning
Darcy's got the heads-up (visitors! Presumably her new roommate) and is headed to the door as it opens.

The room looks pretty much like how it was when she got here, with the addition of a bunch of colorful coffee mugs, and blankets and throw pillows. Darcy's a big believer in blankets and throw pillows. Her room's more altered, but she didn't want to do too much and be That Roommate.

"Hi," she says as the door slides open, and slides forward the last few feet before extending her hand to Marian.

Then she sees Caspian, and her smile freezes slightly, glancing him over, and back to Marian. Boyfriend? Brother? Bodyguard? Pretty much the only one of those that bodes okay for Darcy for the next who knows how long is brother. Brother who is not unexpectedly crashing her man-less room gig.

"I'm Darcy Lewis. I'm guessing you're Marian?"

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Date: 2014-06-05 03:18 am (UTC)
the_seafarer: (aye well)
From: [personal profile] the_seafarer
The look from Marian gets only a studied innocence from Caspian -- although looking harmless and being harmless are two entirely separate things -- before he turns his attention to Darcy with a slight bow that's mostly a simple inclination of his head. "Miss Lewis."

The room itself looks cheery enough, though all these quarters have the faintly anonymous feel of mass production: cozy and homey are near impossible to create within what is essentially a large metal box. Still, Darcy has clearly been attempting to warm it up a bit, and Caspian must say he approves.

He turns back to Marian, knowing his duty is done but finding himself reluctant to turn back to his own quarters, just down the passage. "And it seems my services are no longer required. Ladies, I wish you both a very pleasant evening." He looks to Darcy, a faint smile shading his lips. "Miss Lewis, a delight."

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Date: 2014-06-08 07:10 am (UTC)
tased_lightning: darcy has friendly questions (mild questioning)
From: [personal profile] tased_lightning
Darcy shakes Marian's hand, warmly, before tucking her hands into her back jean pockets.

The 'Lord Caspian' gets a slightly raised eyebrow, and the minimal bow just makes it stick. Right. Either he's a super rude lord (Darcy is full and aware she deserves a real bow from nobility; Fandral's made an impression), or 'Lord' is euphemism for 'totally royalty'.

Look, she knows people.

She relaxes, on the explanation, and her expression warms slightly into an almost smile -- but Caspian speaks before she can.

"Yeah, you too" she says to him, politely enough, with a half-wave.

"Uh, so," Darcy says to Marian. "This is the room. It's kind of terrible, let's be real, but I figure we can do something about that. Do you have anything you want me to grab?"

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Date: 2014-06-09 12:33 am (UTC)
tased_lightning: darcy has friendly questions (mild questioning)
From: [personal profile] tased_lightning
"Well," Darcy says. "From my room in Quarantine, yeah. I've been here a couple weeks. When'd you get in?"

She perches on the sofa, crossing her arms on her knees. "And where from? I'm from Earth, circa the 2000s. London, I guess, but I'm a New Mexican girl by heart and general background."

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Date: 2014-06-09 01:09 am (UTC)
tased_lightning: darcy thinks you are hiding something, darcy is thinking seriously (headtilt thoughts)
From: [personal profile] tased_lightning
"Huh," Darcy says, after a moment. "You seem to be taking this pretty calmly."

She doesn't know where Ambergeldar is, but if she was from pre-sci fi times, she thinks she'd handle this...

Not so great.

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Date: 2014-06-09 01:46 am (UTC)
tased_lightning: darcy is ready to go out, darcy has her eye on you (rockin)
From: [personal profile] tased_lightning
"Huh," Darcy says. "We have -- portals to other places. At home. But it's not the sort of thing humans pass through, not usually. We don't have the technology."

Pause.

"So, Sherwood. Richard the Lionheart. Know any guys named Robin?"

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Date: 2014-06-09 02:22 am (UTC)
tased_lightning: (evaluation)
From: [personal profile] tased_lightning
"Hey," Darcy says, instantly sympathetic. "I'm sorry, dude. Do you want to see if the replicator'll make us cocktails, or make a checklist of things we'll need to make this place livable, or something?"

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