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Anya Lehnsherr | Earth 97400 ([personal profile] fridgetothefire) wrote2013-08-09 10:06 am

021 ☣ Open floodspam + stuff for Erik

[She wakes up early, even though there's no sunrise coming through her window, no harsh, glittering mountain vista, and no chickens to feed for the last two years. She spends a few minutes - three, maybe - excitedly exploring her room, treasuring the weird feeling of belonging and safety and freedom it gives her. But that doesn't last long, so she pushes out the painted door and immediately goes next door.

He's not her father, but he is, and it's weird. But she knows how she feels, and she trusts herself, trusts her instincts. She knocks on the door, excited pounding with all the strength in her little fist.]

Daaaaaaddy! Daddy wake up!


Hallways

[Anya is six, though she looks closer to five to anyone used to children raised on modern nutrition. Her hair is in little pigtail braids, a little less neatly pleated on one side, because she did them herself and she's not ambidextrous. She wears skirts with the hems let out, and stockings, and a blouse whose sleeves don't quite cover the ridged, shiny burn scars that skate up the outside edges of her arms like defensive wounds.

She roams the halls looking for her friends - because she has friends now, she's sure of it, a steady warmth in her chest even if she can't remember the details, eager to investigate everyone she comes across in case they make the little compass needle resting there twitch. She runs in short bursts, short braids trailing behind her, then pauses to bend over and gasp for a minute, still not used to the new limits on her lungs, or simply living in hope that if she pushes them enough, they'll eventually give.]

Wait up!


Library

[She flits around, stares at the shark in fascination for ten minutes at a stretch. She climbs one of the wheeled ladders and tries surreptitiously to ride it, almost - but not quite - falling off. She trails through the shelves, staring in glee at the bewildering array, even more impressive than the one in the fortress. She might end up falling asleep over a very large illustrated compendium of Oz, dwarfed by the large armchair she's nestled in.]


Deck

[She's sitting on the railing, ankles tucked around the lower bar, perfectly steady in her perch, head tipped back, staring at the stars as they go by. It's strange and beautiful and endless. She loves it.]


Common room

[The plastic knitting needles are almost as long as her forearms, and her lip is trembling a little. The hat she had half-started is a bit beyond her current capabilities, and the more she tries to fix what she's done, the more it becomes snarled. She can do it, though. She's not going to cry.]

[OOC: replies will come from [personal profile] flatscamp.]
notdreaming: stare, neutral, sad (//kid mystified)

[personal profile] notdreaming 2013-08-09 09:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[ She peers at the title. ]

Through the Looking Glass? What do Russian letters look like?
flatscamp: (listening)

[personal profile] flatscamp 2013-08-09 09:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Like...different. Some of the face the other way. A little bit spikier, but not a lot.
notdreaming: stare, neutral, sad (//kid glance)

[personal profile] notdreaming 2013-08-09 09:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh. [ That doesn't make any sense at all, but she's gonna go with it. ]

I don't think I've seen anything like that. Do they have Russian books here?
flatscamp: (hopeful)

[personal profile] flatscamp 2013-08-09 09:55 pm (UTC)(link)
I dunno! It's really big.
notdreaming: stare, neutral, sad (//kid mystified)

[personal profile] notdreaming 2013-08-09 10:21 pm (UTC)(link)
That's a language, right? Shouldn't they have it sorted by different languages?
flatscamp: (hey wait listen)

[personal profile] flatscamp 2013-08-09 10:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Russian letters get used for a bunch of different languages!
notdreaming: stare, neutral, sad (//kid glance)

[personal profile] notdreaming 2013-08-09 10:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Then how come I've never heard of them before?
flatscamp: (hey wait listen)

[personal profile] flatscamp 2013-08-10 06:26 am (UTC)(link)
Maybe you're from far away!
notdreaming: stare, neutral, sad (//kid unimpressed)

[personal profile] notdreaming 2013-08-10 11:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Everything is far away from here. Or really close, I guess, since we're moving.
flatscamp: (hey wait listen)

[personal profile] flatscamp 2013-08-11 12:47 am (UTC)(link)
Well maybe you're from somewhere really far away from Russia! Like Antarctica or somewhere. Have you ever seen penguins?
notdreaming: stare, neutral, sad (//kid mystified)

[personal profile] notdreaming 2013-08-11 01:28 am (UTC)(link)
What's a penguin? And where's Russia?
flatscamp: (hey wait listen)

[personal profile] flatscamp 2013-08-11 02:27 am (UTC)(link)
It's a bird that's black and white and lives in ice and swims a lot.

Russia is north! Like all the way north except not quite. And um, east?
notdreaming: stare, neutral, sad (//kid mystified)

[personal profile] notdreaming 2013-08-11 07:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Of what planet? There's no Russia on Krypton, I would have heard of it.
flatscamp: (omigosh what's happening)

[personal profile] flatscamp 2013-08-11 07:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Earth! I never heard of a Krypton. That's not even in our solar system.
notdreaming: stare, neutral, sad (//kid smile)

[personal profile] notdreaming 2013-08-11 08:09 pm (UTC)(link)
Well that explains it then. You're an alien! [ And yet, she seems delighted by this knowledge. ]
flatscamp: (omigosh what's happening)

[personal profile] flatscamp 2013-08-12 08:09 pm (UTC)(link)
You don't look like an alien! [likewise]
notdreaming: stare, neutral, sad (//kid wonder)

[personal profile] notdreaming 2013-08-12 09:43 pm (UTC)(link)
How would you know what an alien looks like? Have you ever seen one?