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starlogs2017-02-12 04:00 pm
stop_apologizing) wrote in starlogs2017-02-12 04:00 pm
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WHO: Colette and Zelos
WHERE: Residential floors, on the way to the bunks
WHEN: Forward dated to 2/15
WHAT: The Chosens come across something... strange... on their way to their rooms.
WARNINGS: Warnings will placed under specific tags since this is part of the event!
[Colette's the first to hear the noise.
It's because of the angel ears - while she'd never admit to it, sometimes it's painful how many sounds she can pick out in a crowd, from private conversations she's no choice but to overhear, to the subtle movement of human bodies shifting in a room.
What's she's hearing right now is neither of those things. If she had to place a name to it... mmm. A drip? So faint that she hasn't realized she's stopped walking down the hall, or that her eyes have narrowed in worried concentration.
Faintly, she recognizes how strange she must look to her fellow Chosen, and that's the only reason she tries to right herself like nothing is wrong. A dripping sound isn't anything to be upset about, she reasons - and besides, it wouldn't do to worry Zelos when he's been so nice to show her around the ship.
She turns, smiles, opens her mouth to apologize -- and then her shoulders bunch like someone's smacked her in the back, causing her mouth to snap shut with a click. She feels as if someone's drawing ice cubes down her neck.]
Um... Zelos, do you hear something?
WHERE: Residential floors, on the way to the bunks
WHEN: Forward dated to 2/15
WHAT: The Chosens come across something... strange... on their way to their rooms.
WARNINGS: Warnings will placed under specific tags since this is part of the event!
[Colette's the first to hear the noise.
It's because of the angel ears - while she'd never admit to it, sometimes it's painful how many sounds she can pick out in a crowd, from private conversations she's no choice but to overhear, to the subtle movement of human bodies shifting in a room.
What's she's hearing right now is neither of those things. If she had to place a name to it... mmm. A drip? So faint that she hasn't realized she's stopped walking down the hall, or that her eyes have narrowed in worried concentration.
Faintly, she recognizes how strange she must look to her fellow Chosen, and that's the only reason she tries to right herself like nothing is wrong. A dripping sound isn't anything to be upset about, she reasons - and besides, it wouldn't do to worry Zelos when he's been so nice to show her around the ship.
She turns, smiles, opens her mouth to apologize -- and then her shoulders bunch like someone's smacked her in the back, causing her mouth to snap shut with a click. She feels as if someone's drawing ice cubes down her neck.]
Um... Zelos, do you hear something?