IC contact for lastvoyages

[cactusy]

[If I don't have an active post up, feel free to use this post to have your character call, videochat, text, or knock on Shaw's door.]

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[chaos_drifter]

Avalon shrugs. “I never changed it when I graduated. It feels like home to me.” They have an idea of why she might like the size of their cabin, but they decide not to ask.

“What did your orb do when Eiffel and Taylor touched it?” When Rawne had touched theirs, the colors had been brighter than they had ever had, but the biggest difference had been the absence of the black streaks that always curl through their orb.

[cactusy]

"Went nuts." She reaches into the pocket of her hoodie, fingers brushing against the cool, smooth orb tucked away in there. "Lotta color. Different things mixed together. And it was all really... bright. Vivid. Any color on mine is always underneath a gray cloud."

[chaos_drifter]

They close the door behind her. “‘Underneath a gray cloud’ is a good way of describing it.” On the surface, Shaw feels ‘quiet’ to them. They try not to probe deeper than that now that they know she dislikes it, but the idea of her emotions being covered in some way makes sense. “Not that I try to sense your emotions often,” they explain. “You would feel it if I did anything more than glance at the surface.”

[cactusy]

"Good." That's reassuring to hear; she hates the idea of anyone being able to pry without her knowing about it. Reaching into her pocket, she pulls out her orb, which - sure enough - is entirely covered in a surface of slowly-moving gray swirls. They're more like tendrils than clouds, but the color is very reminiscent of an overcast day.

[chaos_drifter]

When Avalon pulls out their own orb, thin streaks of yellow and pink swirl over its black surface, twisting together and sinking towards the center. They study it for a moment before offering it to Shaw. “I let Rawne hold mine a while ago, and all the black disappeared when he touched it.”