bitteraftertaste: (show me the right way to go)
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[Vesper's in her room, sitting at a desk, and looks as put together and professional as usual.

She doesn't waste time with memories, or explaining what the ship has done for her, or how she feels about leaving. That's no one's business but her own]


I'm leaving. [And she's not expecting there to be a lot of sad feelings about this. It's not as if she's gone out of her way to make friends here, so it doesn't especially bother her.] For good, hopefully. I've been here for well over a year now, and I think it's important to realize when you've spent as much time here as you can.

[This isn't running away. It's choosing to build a life for herself outside of this place, something she hadn't had when she first arrived here.

She smiles a little wryly when she thinks of how to conclude this, this incredibly strange second chance she'd been given.]


It's been... an experience.

[Private to Cassel]

[There's one person apart from James that she's especially sad about leaving behind, and in many ways, this is a lot harder than telling her - she still doesn't have a term she likes to describe their relationship, and she's not sure she ever really will - boyfriend.

It's ridiculous to think of Cassel as a son for so many reasons, but she's stopped trying to question her feelings of responsibility for the teenager a long time ago, and they're making it difficult to be really comfortable with saying goodbye.]


Where are you planning on going, once you've finished with the Barge?
bitteraftertaste: (let the only sound)
I appreciate that everyone has been taking the opportunity to apologize and recuperate from what happened, [And she means that, even if she won't be apologizing for anything herself. It wasn't her. She wasn't that person, and it's a lot easier to just bury everything and move on instead of letting it linger.] But has anyone really discussed the fact that what happened on that other Barge could potentially happen here? I mean, obviously if it did, we wouldn't exactly have much to do other than wait it out if the Admiral lost his ability to send us home, but...

[But nothing, really, besides one thing that she hasn't seen anyone mention anywhere public.]

Did anyone actually get through the door?

[Private Separately to Cassel + Chris]

Let me know if you need anything.
bitteraftertaste: (I awake to find no peace of mind)
[Warden Filter, minus Cassel]

[Vesper sounds calm, factual, but the reason this is a voice post and not a video is because she doesn't want people to see the effort required to sound that way, because she's holding a cage with a person turned into a rat inside, and that person happens to be someone she cares about quite a lot. Who was turned into a rat by another person she happens to care about quite a lot.

It doesn't really help that there's a cat in the room who's become increasingly interested in the new arrival.]


Something is very wrong with Cassel. He just left my room after dropping off a rat in a cage - it's James. He used his ability to change him into a rat, told me he did it because "being a good guy isn't in him", and refused to change him back.

I have no idea what's going on, but I think it's in everyone's best interest if someone gets a hold of him and making sure he doesn't do harm to anyone else.

[There's a second where it almost sounds like she's finished, but then her voice gets an edge to it, something icy and almost threatening.] And if anyone's inmate has the ability to manipulate someone into doing this, I very strongly suggest you speak up sooner rather than later.
bitteraftertaste: (whispering like it's a secret)
[Vesper's sitting on a couch in her room - which, for anyone who hasn't seen it, is a very swanky hotel room, which looks somewhere between lived in and waiting for the next guest to come visit, because she's a bit of a neat freak - and looks a little contemplative, like she finds the idea of talking about this to everyone a little ridiculous, which... she does, really.]

When I was about seven, my parents bought me a cat. She was just a cat, nothing special, but she was my closest friend up until she passed away while I was at university.

Maybe that's a bit pathetic. [There's... a lot more to this story than she's letting on, but she's certainly not someone who 1. enjoys revisiting some of the crappier things about her life or 2. feels like sharing much about herself with anyone, so that's a story that's better saved for a truth flood.

Or not at all, really, but we all know how this place works.]
But I seriously doubt I'm the only one here who's ever felt like a pet understands them better than most people do. She always seemed to know when I wasn't feeling particularly well, and maybe that's just her wanting something warm to sit with, but I still appreciated having some company when I was feeling low.

Anyway, [Her smile isn't really self-depreciating, but she definitely looks like she thinks it's a little silly that she's telling you all this.] I suppose I was just feeling nostalgic. So if anyone else has any pet stories they feel up to sharing, I certainly wouldn't mind listening.

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