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Ship Post #002
Mar. 12th, 2013 04:14 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
speakveryclearly[It's been forty-eight hours. Kanaya's redone her makeup at least six times. The conclusion that they are in a spaceship has sunk into her stomach along with the body she drained that one time. There's not need there yet, to see someone or feed on them, but want is. Her four fangs press unused in her mouth, always with her, and she can't soften their presence with sleep.
She made a map in black pen. It's not much. Respective symbols on the rooms where they started. Kanaya regards it as hers; not sure yet how Vriska feels. Probable borders. The room she found with a display of stars she'd never seen (never set foot on Earth!) and controls she didn't dare to touch.
Kanaya's finally confident enough, though, to leave her room with map in one hand and the other cupped around her mouth, going through the hallway. She has the vague idea, from scents and sounds, that the other girl's been on the move; not yet where.]
Vriska... Vriska...!
She made a map in black pen. It's not much. Respective symbols on the rooms where they started. Kanaya regards it as hers; not sure yet how Vriska feels. Probable borders. The room she found with a display of stars she'd never seen (never set foot on Earth!) and controls she didn't dare to touch.
Kanaya's finally confident enough, though, to leave her room with map in one hand and the other cupped around her mouth, going through the hallway. She has the vague idea, from scents and sounds, that the other girl's been on the move; not yet where.]
Vriska... Vriska...!
