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bitteraftertaste) wrote2014-01-20 08:00 pm
bitteraftertaste) wrote2014-01-20 08:00 pm
twenty one ♥ spam
[Spam for the Market]
[Vesper has fallen overboard, and it's probably apparent to anyone who's been Below for longer than a day that she isn't human, or at least that there's something a little different about her since you last spotted her on the Barge.
Namely, she's paler than usual and wearing a deep purple - almost black - velvet dress, and although she lingers at some of the stalls, maybe even makes a few purchases, she seems ultimately disinterested in what's being sold here, particularly when she passes by anyone selling food.
Sometimes she's with a group of women, all similarly dressed and adorned, but it's easy to catch her alone, and she seems almost normal, like maybe this is the woman from the Barge, she's just wearing a different outfit and put more effort into her make up than she usually bothers to on board.
Except that she's cold, if you happen to brush up against her. Really cold, although she doesn't seem especially bothered by it right now.]
[Spam for the rest of Port]
[Once Market's over, it's back to life as usual for Vesper. She always moves with confidence no matter where she walks, although there are some places she knows better than to wander alone. Her kind isn't welcomed everywhere, and there are some places here where no one should go, if they have any sense at all.
She likes to think she has sense. She always waits for someone on the fringes, someone who won't necessarily be missed or raise too much of a fuss if she allows them to live. There are hazards to living her, and she won't be made to feel badly for being one of them. She has every right to live, just as much as any other creature here does, and so she does what she has to do without an ounce of guilt or shame.
Which means she's confident and interesting and all too interested - without being pushy, without showing you her hand until it's too late to do anything about it - in getting you alone and away from your friends.]
[ooc: lmk if you'd like Vesper to actually succeed in kissing/killing/Velveting your character, if you specifically don't want that to happen, or we can just see how things go. c:]
[Vesper has fallen overboard, and it's probably apparent to anyone who's been Below for longer than a day that she isn't human, or at least that there's something a little different about her since you last spotted her on the Barge.
Namely, she's paler than usual and wearing a deep purple - almost black - velvet dress, and although she lingers at some of the stalls, maybe even makes a few purchases, she seems ultimately disinterested in what's being sold here, particularly when she passes by anyone selling food.
Sometimes she's with a group of women, all similarly dressed and adorned, but it's easy to catch her alone, and she seems almost normal, like maybe this is the woman from the Barge, she's just wearing a different outfit and put more effort into her make up than she usually bothers to on board.
Except that she's cold, if you happen to brush up against her. Really cold, although she doesn't seem especially bothered by it right now.]
[Spam for the rest of Port]
[Once Market's over, it's back to life as usual for Vesper. She always moves with confidence no matter where she walks, although there are some places she knows better than to wander alone. Her kind isn't welcomed everywhere, and there are some places here where no one should go, if they have any sense at all.
She likes to think she has sense. She always waits for someone on the fringes, someone who won't necessarily be missed or raise too much of a fuss if she allows them to live. There are hazards to living her, and she won't be made to feel badly for being one of them. She has every right to live, just as much as any other creature here does, and so she does what she has to do without an ounce of guilt or shame.
Which means she's confident and interesting and all too interested - without being pushy, without showing you her hand until it's too late to do anything about it - in getting you alone and away from your friends.]
[ooc: lmk if you'd like Vesper to actually succeed in kissing/killing/Velveting your character, if you specifically don't want that to happen, or we can just see how things go. c:]
[After Market Spam]
Yes, she's by herself, but she's also not all together that concerned about it. She could handle herself. All she had to do was remember to keep strangers at arms length and under watchful eye. She'd never experienced a port where folks went "overboard" yet, so familiar faces -that weren't already on her list of troublemakers- she didn't even realize to be wary of.]
[After Market Spam]
Newcomers mean people who won't be missed.
So she casually falls into step with Rogue and smiles. It appears genuine, and she'll probably find herself smiling back, compelled to talk to this woman even if she was planning on going somewhere else.]
You look a bit confused.
[After Market Spam]
But why look the gift horse in the mouth right? She'd rather get along as not. Maybe the lady just needed a while to cool her heels a bit. So why not smile back?]
Do Ah? Ah was tryin' more for "curious discovery".
[After Market Spam]
This Vesper couldn't care less about anything other than the warmth this woman has to offer, so she continues to smile, maybe even looks a little abashed.]
Well, don't hesitate to let me know if I can answer any questions for you. [And she'll probably feel compelled to come up with something to ask, even if there's nothing especially on her mind right now.]
[After Market Spam]
Sadly not this though. She feels oddly comfortable around the other woman, and it's subtle enough that Rogue hasn't yet noticed that she shouldn't feel so at ease.]
Y'know this place pretty well?
[It's a casual inquiry, not something that feels like a stretch to keep the other woman engaged.]
[After Market Spam]
Let me show you something.
[It's not a question, but it's still coyly polite, difficult to interpret as an order, even though that's exactly what it is.]
Market spam
He vows it. Which means he's in the middle of some rather loud and antagonistic bartering (Ansel Adams and a travel pillow! Who could refuse?) when he gestures widely and ends up smacking Vesper in the arm.]
Jesus lady, watch where you're - walking. I mean, please, always feel free to walk there.
Market spam
By that point, he might have forgotten anything else about her beyond that he'd follow her wherever she wants him to go, or at least that she's pretty enough to excuse the moment of irritation when he'd smacked her.]
I will. [He's warm, she can tell just by their proximity, and he's a stranger here, which makes her all the more interested in him.] What brings you to the Market? [She can't do anything about it until after Market is over, but it's ending soon enough, and something tells her this man will be a perfect reward for being so patient during the Truce.]