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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.]
breakingmyheart: (teen | profile)

[personal profile] breakingmyheart 2013-08-11 09:26 am (UTC)(link)
Instead of knitting? I don't know - not much. I read. [ She frowns faintly. ] I do programming. That's teaching computers how to do things.
flatscamp: (omigosh what's happening)

[personal profile] flatscamp 2013-08-11 04:26 pm (UTC)(link)
What are computers?
breakingmyheart: (teen | mm?)

[personal profile] breakingmyheart 2013-08-11 06:11 pm (UTC)(link)
...mmm.

Do you know what a calculator is?
flatscamp: (omigosh what's happening)

[personal profile] flatscamp 2013-08-11 07:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Yes. The man at the inn used one to figure out prices.
breakingmyheart: (teen | good point)

[personal profile] breakingmyheart 2013-08-11 07:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, a computer's like a really big, powerful calculator. And you can do other things with them too - not just numbers. You can write things and keep a diary and a computer saves them for you. Remembers them.
flatscamp: (omigosh what's happening)

[personal profile] flatscamp 2013-08-11 07:57 pm (UTC)(link)
What makes it better than writing in a regular diary? A journal doesn't forget either.

[She doesn't disbelieve; she just feels like there have to be pieces she's still missing.]
breakingmyheart: (teen | mm?)

[personal profile] breakingmyheart 2013-08-11 09:00 pm (UTC)(link)
[Toshiko has to pause for thought, staring at the ceiling and idly kicking her legs as she comes up with a way to best explain this.]

...okay. Say you write an entry in your journal, every day, for - ten years. That's three thousand, six hundred and fifty...two or three journal entries. If you wanted to find one and all you could remember was the date you wrote it, or one sentence you wrote, that'd take ages. But you can ask a computer to find it for you and it can do it almost straight away.
flatscamp: (omigosh what's happening)

[personal profile] flatscamp 2013-08-12 08:13 pm (UTC)(link)
Wow. And you can tell it how to do that?
breakingmyheart: (teen | good point)

[personal profile] breakingmyheart 2013-08-12 08:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[She smiles and nods.] Yeah. My dad's been teaching me how.
flatscamp: (hopeful)

[personal profile] flatscamp 2013-08-12 11:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[Oh that's nice.]

Do you get along with him?
breakingmyheart: (teen | mm?)

[personal profile] breakingmyheart 2013-08-12 11:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah, very much. [She frowns and bites her lip, worred that she might have stumbled on something the little girl doesn't want to think about.] Don't you get on with yours?
flatscamp: (siiiigh)

[personal profile] flatscamp 2013-08-13 03:42 am (UTC)(link)
[She shrugs, a little uncertain, uncomfortable.]

We used to. He's really busy now, that's all.
breakingmyheart: (teen | profile)

[personal profile] breakingmyheart 2013-08-13 04:26 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm sorry.

[She hesitates a second, then puts a hand on the girl's back in an attempt to be comforting.]
flatscamp: (hopeful)

[personal profile] flatscamp 2013-08-14 05:14 am (UTC)(link)
It's okay. When I'm big I'll help him and everything will be better.

[But she leans into the touch.]