CASH ME OUSSIDE

[miscreant]

CHARACTERS: Seviilia and YOU
WHERE: Anywhere!
WHEN: DAY 005 and Onward
SUMMARY: Downtime related things! Feel free to hit me at stabs if you want something specific
WARNINGS: None...yet.

CARDS AGAINST THE LIVING

[Most of the recreational wing had been lost on Seviilia. Many of the games and other assorted means of entertainment were entirely foreign to her, and she was too proud to bother seeking out instructions on how to play things properly. Exploring was enough to keep her mind off other things she was meant to be doing -- things she couldn't be doing while surrounded by the Nest.

She's dressed in half of her armory today -- the strong shoulder-pieces and arm-guards have been abandoned, leaving her her heavy armored dress and boots beneath. In spite of how it drags, she seems comfortable enough. Maybe it just comes with the territory of being undead.

The deck of cards was less vexing -- she'd seen enough games in bars to understand their general function, even if she didn't possess knowledge of how to play anything other than fantasy poker (and most her knowledge on that was purely based on intimidation and no real knowledge on how to actually play). At any given point in the evening, she can be found stacking them in a pyramid on a table. In fact, she gets rather intricate with her sculptures -- not anything particularly artistic, just simple structures that hint at her mechanical attempts to keep herself occupied, rather than an attempt to express herself in art.

Maybe you're interested in helping. Maybe you want to interrupt. Maybe you want to knock it down -- but that's a very bad idea.]

WHATCHA LOOKIN' AT?

[Seviilia's quarters are most unlike the rest of the station's living spaces. After a few days of having to adapt to its host, a small condensed fog seems to leak out of the front of it -- not exactly inviting, as the temperature drops noticeably the closer someone gets. The temperature difference means she spends a lot of time inside, and she can be found there at almost any given moment of any day.

The recreation room might have vexed her for the most part, but books were familiar to anyone, particularly the physical kind -- the digital was left behind for more technologically advanced users. Finding a book that she was able to read was challenging and frustrating -- even English, which seemed to be the closest thing to Common she could find managed to vex her. Perhaps that's why she has hardly progressed through what appears to be a fantasy romance novel. Her fluency in Common was not all that strong to begin with, and it was fortunate enough that the symbiote allowed her to adapt as much as she had. It was its presence as much as her stubborn force of will that kept her going.

She lounges on the only furniture in the room in a temperature that few would find comfortable -- its easily approaching below freezing. Seviilia herself wears a loose white shirt worn through in several areas to leave the glowing blue rune circuit on her skin in plain sight, joined by a pair of dark blue slacks in similar condition.

Any time a lifeform lingers near the doorway, she can be counted on to lower her reading material to address them.]

Sinu a'manore.

[Well met. The meaning comes across, even if her words might have sounded strange to hear at first. Her voice echoes in a manner that is most unwelcoming, but given the fact that she rests the book down in favor of standing to invite her guest in, she's not entirely opposed to company.]

WILDCARD

[ooc: As always, feel free to set something up yourself!]

Comments

????? IM SORRY I THOUGHT I HAD TAGGED THIS

[unfavoured]

[ Folding the blanket a bit haphazardly while she talks, Parker stops halfway through the motion to look at the pale woman with a frown. She will one day understand, maybe, how are people comfortable in this place. She doesn't get it. ]

I fell asleep reading a book. [ She says, making sure they are on the same level of understanding. ] My problem with the sleeping quarters is my problem with this whole shit hole.

[ Like that explains anything, but she doesn't look inclined to give anything else other than that as she shoves the blanket in her backpack, which she carries her shit around. She has long decided to move around the Station. ]

Don't like it, never will.

its ok i am a mess anyway

[miscreant]

Suit yourself, human.

[She'd already learned with her broodmate that arguing about the Nest was pointless, and would only exacerbate her headache -- and with so few resources to satisfy her floating about on the station, she could hardly afford to waste them.

Lazily, she goes about scooping up what had been knocked over.]