six ❅ video & spam

[bothfoulandfair]

[It's - for the most part - unusual to see Elsa out of her room. She still keeps to herself, making her rounds from the dining hall to the library and then back to her room for most of the rest of the day.

But right now, she's out on deck, still in her more conservative, darker clothes instead of her ice dress, and she's apparently just watching the stars and the snow falling. It doesn't seem as heavy as it had been when she'd first arrived here, although she's always sort of wondered if her usual anxiety has done something to make the snow worse when she's out on deck, and since she's not feeling as miserable as usual today, maybe it's responding in kind.]

Is it always like this? Or is the snow eventually going to stop? [Part of her isn't sure she knows what she wants the answer to be.] It was summer when I left home, but according to the calendar here, it should be spring by now, shouldn't it?

[Open Spam]

[She lingers on deck after making the post, just watching the flurries tumble down over the side of the deck railing, or drift and settle on deck. The air feels warmer than it has been, too, although she supposes that's still more difficult for her to gauge than a normal person. She's only ever been cold once before, and that had been when she'd died during that port. She knows she never wants to feel like that again.

But those memories feel a little far off today. She's still unhappy - she's always unhappy, she hasn't felt really secure or content except for that few hours after she'd run away since she was a child - but it feels more manageable today. It's easier to watch the flakes tumble down and realize how pretty they look against the stars like this, instead of hating them just because she can feel her powers calling out, wanting to make more and join the others.

She can't help it. She waves her hand, and a small spiral of snowflakes fans out from her hands and flutters down to join the others. Nothing bad happens. No one gets hurt.

It's nice, to be able to manage that. For once.]

[ooc: Elsa is not affected, but is curious about this all the same. Feel free to try and force her to talk about stuff anyway!]

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[Video]

[keeps_a_cool_head]

[Snow is an unusual concept for Scorpius. He's never seen it before, but he likes it for both its aesthetic quality and its temperature. Here he watches it on Elsa's screen, not yet deciding to go up on deck to join her - this, he feels, would be an intrusion he's not yet willing to pit her through]

I couldn't begin to say. I've never seen snow and can't determine its pattern based on what little I know of it.

[Video]

[bothfoulandfair]

How have you never seen snow before?

[Video]

[keeps_a_cool_head]

Much of my life has been spent on various spaceships. Natural rain is a rarity on planets I'm sent to. This...more so.

[Video]

[bothfoulandfair]

How large are the ships?

[Video]

[keeps_a_cool_head]

Transport modules are small, holding room for only a pilot and their supplies.

Currently I am - or, I was - in charge of a Peacekeeper Command Carrier, which is much larger and has room and accommodation for tens of thousands of people.

[Video]

[bothfoulandfair]

I guess you at least have some room to breathe.

[Video]

[keeps_a_cool_head]

Some. But even in close quarters my appearance and my rank both give me a wide perimeter from anyone who would ordinarily associate with me.

[youwillgotohell]

It will stop eventually. Soon, most like: it's never very clear whose calendar the Admiral follows, but it certainly isn't mine. It never snowed so much at home.

[She didn't mean to reply at all, and there's a little crinkle in her brow; she hasn't been precisely avoiding Elsa since their last conversation - well, argument - but it didn't leave her with the best of feelings.]

[bothfoulandfair]

[Likewise, and so she's sort of hesitant to answer, but she remembers how Morgana had helped her other self in that port.]

Where are you from?

[youwillgotohell]

Camelot, in Albion. It rained more often than it snowed. Rain and fog, and clear skies.

[bothfoulandfair]

I've never heard of Camelot or Albion.

[youwillgotohell]

[A shrug, unconcerned.]

I'd never heard of Arendelle. We come from different worlds.

[bothfoulandfair]

Are you affected by the flood?

[strangehistorian]

No, only for about half of the year! It should stop soon.

[bothfoulandfair]

[She can't decide if that's a good thing or not. Part of her feels like she'll miss it, while the other... definitely won't.]

Thank you for the answer.

[strangehistorian]

Of course!

[bothfoulandfair]

Are there other seasons?

[strangehistorian]

We generally have all four represented in some facsimile!

[bothfoulandfair]

Thank you.

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[persecutioncomplex]

[She's been here a long time, seen dozens of grand demonstrations of power. Usually they're defiant or fearful, but the flakes dusting the deck are innocent, almost as if Elsa doesn't know what to do with her abilities. With herself.

That makes her feel a little safer, and Touko hopes Elsa's forgotten the predator version of her, wonders how close the old version she knew is to reality. If it's close, she's worth knowing.]

It can like this as long as you can... do that.

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[bothfoulandfair]

[She stops immediately and turns to face Touko. She doesn't look afraid, per say, but she's definitely been caught red handed, and the flakes shiver a little before continuing to just float back down to the deck's surface.]

I'm not strong enough to do all this- [She glances up at the sky rather than gesturing and tries to resist the urge to put her gloves back on.] On my own.

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[persecutioncomplex]

[Her hands are at her chest, bunching herself up into tangled nerves, and she waits for the right words to come. She isn't here to stare, so averts her eyes from what Elsa clearly doesn't want her seeing.]

I didn't mean all of it. But it's there for you if you want it, isn't it?

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[bothfoulandfair]

[It takes her a moment to answer as well, because she doesn't really have the right words at her disposal either. She doesn't really know what she wants, or how she feels about everyone knowing what she can do.

It's easier to just answer neutrally and start pulling the gloves back on. Just in case.]

I suppose so.

spam

[persecutioncomplex]

[Touko likes talking about her own fame sometimes, even if it's nonexistent outside of her own world and even Syo's notoriety has faded. It's comforting, knowing she was someone important. But Elsa seems so embarrassed to stand out at all, even on a ship full of standouts, that she knows she can't pursue the line. She isn't about to let her fade away, though, not yet.]

You... you know that isn't who I am now. [That other version of herself - older, still famous - intruded on space even without touching or coming close.]

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[bothfoulandfair]

I know. [She isn't the person she was there, either. Her hair is white, she looks pale, but more alive when she stares at herself in the mirror. She doesn't own that dress, or anything much like it.]

It was just a breach.