TWO [Being given the mission had practically been a dream. A chance to get her feet on real soil. But something had felt off as soon as they'd landed. A foreboding that felt dreadfully familiar.
She's beginning to recognise it now, closed away in the shelter of the ship, checking over what few crates they'd managed to fill with fruit and vegetables before the storm rolled in. Scanning over them with the devices they've been provided haven't given her cohesive answers, and eventually the feeling of unease guides her to pulling a glove off. Picking one of the fruits up. Just in time.]
Don't eat that!
[Immediate, reaching to knock a piece of the fruit out of the hands of whoever's nearest.]
It's poison. [She stares at the crates in horror.] All of it's poison.
[It's like the Wood. It's like she's back in the heart of the Wood, malice in the seeds and roots and blood of everything around them.]
FOUR (REUSING TRIBBLES FROM LAST TDM) [The first creature, as odd as it was, had been a welcome sight. Aside from the atrium - where she spent as much time as possible - everything here felt cold and unnatural. Coming back to her assigned room to find the ball of fur, had seemed like a comfort. A little warm spot of life outside of the other crew.
But that had been the first one.
Now she's in disarray, hair tugged loose from her braid and suit scuffed and covered in fur, hauling two great armfuls of the fluffy things out of her room. The corridor outside already has a sizeable pile, and she pauses to stare it in dismay. She's certain it had been smaller only a moment ago.]
Why do you keep breeding?
[She can almost hear Sarkan's voice in her mind, dryly asking if she, Agnieszka of Dvernik, was demanding a living creature make sense.]
But it doesn't make sense. [Objecting to a man who isn't there, but she's beyond caring if she looks crazy. She's a witch who lives in the wood. She's been beyond it for a while.] It doesn't make any sense at all.
WILDCARD [Hit me with whatever! Agnieszka's likely to spend a lot of time in the atrium (you might even find her "singing" to the plants), or learning (slowly) about the science and technology available on the ship (so she'll be a bit shaky on network usage, but I'm open to that too!)]
AGNIESZKA | uprooted
[Being given the mission had practically been a dream. A chance to get her feet on real soil. But something had felt off as soon as they'd landed. A foreboding that felt dreadfully familiar.
She's beginning to recognise it now, closed away in the shelter of the ship, checking over what few crates they'd managed to fill with fruit and vegetables before the storm rolled in. Scanning over them with the devices they've been provided haven't given her cohesive answers, and eventually the feeling of unease guides her to pulling a glove off. Picking one of the fruits up. Just in time.]
Don't eat that!
[Immediate, reaching to knock a piece of the fruit out of the hands of whoever's nearest.]
It's poison. [She stares at the crates in horror.] All of it's poison.
[It's like the Wood. It's like she's back in the heart of the Wood, malice in the seeds and roots and blood of everything around them.]
FOUR (REUSING TRIBBLES FROM LAST TDM)
[The first creature, as odd as it was, had been a welcome sight. Aside from the atrium - where she spent as much time as possible - everything here felt cold and unnatural. Coming back to her assigned room to find the ball of fur, had seemed like a comfort. A little warm spot of life outside of the other crew.
But that had been the first one.
Now she's in disarray, hair tugged loose from her braid and suit scuffed and covered in fur, hauling two great armfuls of the fluffy things out of her room. The corridor outside already has a sizeable pile, and she pauses to stare it in dismay. She's certain it had been smaller only a moment ago.]
Why do you keep breeding?
[She can almost hear Sarkan's voice in her mind, dryly asking if she, Agnieszka of Dvernik, was demanding a living creature make sense.]
But it doesn't make sense. [Objecting to a man who isn't there, but she's beyond caring if she looks crazy. She's a witch who lives in the wood. She's been beyond it for a while.] It doesn't make any sense at all.
WILDCARD
[Hit me with whatever! Agnieszka's likely to spend a lot of time in the atrium (you might even find her "singing" to the plants), or learning (slowly) about the science and technology available on the ship (so she'll be a bit shaky on network usage, but I'm open to that too!)]