paradisalogs | What is this thing that builds our dreams

Who: Zoe and you! OAT completely, not even kidding.
What: Zoe Arrives, she is confused and short tempered.
When: Early evening, Sunday.
Where: Roaming around the castle.
Rating: PG-13, may involve course language and minor violence.

Hoban Washburne was dead.

Lots of other folks had perished in the events following the rediscovery of Miranda, but none had been so keenly felt as the pilot's.

She'd fly true, hadn't that been what she'd told her captain? Both Serenity and herself, more so herself in that reference. Three whole days since she last cried without knowing it. She wouldn't stretch it so far as to say she was on the mend, but she was functional. Her back still made her wince with each stretched movement though. Doc said it would take time to heal, well time they had.

Crew touched down on Hera, hadn't been back in years but it seemed a fitting enough place to cool their heels and line up their new lives. Mal an River had taken up piloting Serenity so they weren't in the market for a new pilot just yet. Zoe suspected that courtesy was owed more out of respect to Wash and comfort for her than the lack of funds the captain blamed it on.

They were makin' peace, they were movin' on.

Movin' on don't normally mean waking up in a bunk that ain't yours though. Nor does it mean finding yourself on some strange kinda place that looked like a story book from Earth the was. Zoe had woke with a start and sat up sharply, she instantly regretted the move; pain lanced up through her spine and doubled her over. Slow and steady was a hard thing to get used to and in this circumstance it was not something she was willing to do right now.

Zoe grunted through the pain and let her fingers trail back to check the long scar down her back. A couple of spots felt like the flesh bond might have split but it was good enough. She could move with this wound, that was what mattered.

With gritted teeth Zoe pushed herself off the bed and to the door, she paused only long enough to sling on her gun belt and holster her sidearm. The mare's leg,by now practically a part of her, was held at the ready as she ventured out into the hall; from there she intended to see just what the hell was going on.

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Zoe would be found making her way down to where she was told the kitchen was. She had a powerful hunger and need to know the layout of this strange place. No matter how long she was going to be there (which she intended to be a short time) she needed to have her bearings.

[Chell's eyes roamed the nearby hall, suddenly settling on a slightly familiar figure, moving toward the kitchen. Quickly she jogged after, her boots making their customary interesting thud-clonk noises on the stone floor... She thought of writing this woman a message, but she didn't seem to have a journal... So for now Chell just ran along behind her.]

The journal had been left back in that room she woke up in, the one that by now had her name etched in the plate on the door. But she didn't know that did she? Zoe was in a strange place, with strange people. If what the Not!Kaylee had said then there was a lot to learn here.

There was also someone following her, and not at all discretely. Zoe took a corner sharpish and ducked into the first niche she could find, she waited, back tot he wall and out of sight for her follower to show herself.

[It's the exact woman who walked in on your earlier. She wanders past your corner and pauses. She's not noticed where you've gone just yet, but very pale grey eyes are flicking around everywhere, searching both for you, and seemingly also for other dangers.

And when her eyes fall on you, a smile flits across her face, and she bends her head, writing in her journal. Then, lips pursed in thought, she debates on how to let you see the message. She could let you have her journal, but she doesn't know you... So thinking for a second, she rips the page out of the journal, and offers it to you. Should you take it, there is a message in scrawling handwriting covering half the page.]

I'm sorry for interrupting your conversation earlier.

[The message is signed simply... Chell.]

Zoe blinked and read the message. The girl didn't seem scared, she did seem wary but that was far from the same thing.

"Don't talk?" She nodded at the message and back at the girl. "No matter about that earlier, was just getting the lay of the land."

[Chell smiled at Zoe. She seemed nice enough. And didn't ask why she didn't talk. Not that anyone here had as yet. But still, it was appreciated. Hmm. Getting the lay of the land... That would mean she was new to the Castle. Slowly Chell lowered pen to page again.]

If you have questions, I'd happily help answer them. I could even show you around, if you like. I'm assuming you're new around here? Did the Castle give you a journal? It would be rude of it not to.

[She finished writing, but instead of ripping out a second page, she just offered Zoe her journal. She seemed nice enough to hand a journal to, now that Chell knew for sure she was new.]

Zoe leaned a bit to reach as the girl was writing, then took the offered book. She nodded.

"Reckon I have a lit of questions. An I wouldn't say no to finding out more about this place. I didn't really look I just sorta showed up in a room, mighta been one there, couldn't tell ya."

As for the talkin' thing, some folks did and some folks didn't. In her experience those that did tended to do it too much anyway.

[Chell wrote again.]

The journal allows you to communicate with other people. Their words and voices come through your journal. That is why I asked if you had one.

Are you hungry? I could escort you to the kitchen if you are.

[Chell grinned at Zoe then. Playing tour guide and helping out newbies was always a fun adventure.]

I might have, back in the room, I'll check on that later.

[She read the note and smiled some, already forming a soft spot for the girl.] I could use a bite.

What is this thing that builds our dreams

Never be :) More fun!

Oh poor Zoe. this will be so much fun!

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