"This is Faye. Say whatever it is you need."
Outside MHA #8 | Late Saturday Morning
Jan. 15th, 2022 10:08 amIt was a little weird how little time it had taken Faye to pack up everything important enough to take with her; she'd been here for a year, now, but there still wasn't all that much. A few odds and ends -- gifts she'd been given, dresses she'd worn to parties that she wanted to remember. A betamax tape, which was the whole reason she was even packing up her things.
It had been a good year. She'd needed a year like this, and she could admit that to herself, now -- but she could also acknowledge that it had been like hiding. An okay sort of hiding. An allowed, necessary kind of hiding. She'd needed this time -- and, fine, these people -- in order to get to...here.
But on that note, as tempted as she was to simply throw her bag over her shoulder and sneak off to her ship, her year of -- getting to here (what other, more willingly introspective people might call growth) meant that she didn't and, moreover, couldn't.
So here she was, knocking lightly on Stark's door, half-hoping that he wasn't home, and half-knowing that even if he wasn't she'd go find him to say goodbye properly.
[for the alien mentioned and, yes, this is Faye's last post in Fandom!]
It had been a good year. She'd needed a year like this, and she could admit that to herself, now -- but she could also acknowledge that it had been like hiding. An okay sort of hiding. An allowed, necessary kind of hiding. She'd needed this time -- and, fine, these people -- in order to get to...here.
But on that note, as tempted as she was to simply throw her bag over her shoulder and sneak off to her ship, her year of -- getting to here (what other, more willingly introspective people might call growth) meant that she didn't and, moreover, couldn't.
So here she was, knocking lightly on Stark's door, half-hoping that he wasn't home, and half-knowing that even if he wasn't she'd go find him to say goodbye properly.
[for the alien mentioned and, yes, this is Faye's last post in Fandom!]
MHA #8 | Friday Morning
Nov. 5th, 2021 10:35 amFaye had made a promise awhile ago, and today she was finally getting around to it. For as much of a ditz she could play at being, she was surprisingly handy.
So here she was, Friday morning while Stark was at class, casually installing a new lock on his door. A better lock. One that your average sneaky thief couldn't just get past. Not like the discarded lock on the floor over there, which had been laughably easy to get past, again.
But this new lock was pretty nice, if she said so herself. And it was nice to have a little project. Something to do with her hands besides smoking. (She was still smoking, too. Of course.)
[for the alien whose apartment she's in, but if you want to chastise her for smoking in this apartment building, the door is literally open!]
So here she was, Friday morning while Stark was at class, casually installing a new lock on his door. A better lock. One that your average sneaky thief couldn't just get past. Not like the discarded lock on the floor over there, which had been laughably easy to get past, again.
But this new lock was pretty nice, if she said so herself. And it was nice to have a little project. Something to do with her hands besides smoking. (She was still smoking, too. Of course.)
[for the alien whose apartment she's in, but if you want to chastise her for smoking in this apartment building, the door is literally open!]
MHA #7 | Wednesday Evening
Oct. 6th, 2021 07:45 amThis past weekend sure had been A Thing, hadn't it? And while nothing had happened to Faye, other than getting stuck with the cutest baby in this or any other galaxy (no, she would not be taking questions), she was a non-crappy enough person to know that that had all probably not been especially easy for Din. Or, rather, that Monday morning and the realization of how many people had seen his beautiful mustache had probably not been easy.
So, Wednesday night found her inviting people over to her apartment. On purpose. Look, stranger things had happened, surely, than Faye actually cleaning up and putting out drinks and snacks for company.
She'd even found some of those straws that Grogu liked, since, you know, this was more for his benefit and Stark's than for Din's. Call her crazy, but she didn't think this past weekend was gonna change much about certain be-helmeted individuals eating in front of other people.
[for an alien, an alien, and that guy who looks kinda like a shiny Boba Fett.]
So, Wednesday night found her inviting people over to her apartment. On purpose. Look, stranger things had happened, surely, than Faye actually cleaning up and putting out drinks and snacks for company.
She'd even found some of those straws that Grogu liked, since, you know, this was more for his benefit and Stark's than for Din's. Call her crazy, but she didn't think this past weekend was gonna change much about certain be-helmeted individuals eating in front of other people.
[for an alien, an alien, and that guy who looks kinda like a shiny Boba Fett.]
MHA #7 | Thursday Evening
Sep. 16th, 2021 12:51 pmIt had been a long, long, long few days of following space trails and watching new friends die and putting old boyfriends in carbonite. And regardless of one's position as the chaser versus chasee in this space chase, Faye kind of thought everyone had earned a little rest. And maybe some forgiveness.
Maybe especially her. Especially since she had caught a cold in all of this, so who was the real victim, here? (Did it matter that she wouldn't have caught a cold if she hadn't run off to a frozen crime moon? Psh, no.)
So, once everything was settled and the Razor Crest was landed and all bounties returned for their twenty dollar reward and such, Faye led the way back to her apartment. And Stark's, next door, but she was kind of hoping he'd just come in with her. Even she wasn't so dense (or in denial) to not realize she had a lot more explaining to do.
And what's more, she actually kind of felt like she owed it to him. She wanted to talk, even if it was hard.
So when they got to their doors, she lingered before actually making herself say the words. "You're coming in, right?"
[for the alien I just modded]
Maybe especially her. Especially since she had caught a cold in all of this, so who was the real victim, here? (Did it matter that she wouldn't have caught a cold if she hadn't run off to a frozen crime moon? Psh, no.)
So, once everything was settled and the Razor Crest was landed and all bounties returned for their twenty dollar reward and such, Faye led the way back to her apartment. And Stark's, next door, but she was kind of hoping he'd just come in with her. Even she wasn't so dense (or in denial) to not realize she had a lot more explaining to do.
And what's more, she actually kind of felt like she owed it to him. She wanted to talk, even if it was hard.
So when they got to their doors, she lingered before actually making herself say the words. "You're coming in, right?"
[for the alien I just modded]
Mars and Beyond | Thursday, Fandom Time
Sep. 16th, 2021 09:18 amThey had stopped off on Mars to refuel when the transmission listing the available bounties for today came in. Faye, who was laying bonelessly nearby -- it was half that she was sick, half that she was depressed -- had nothing better to do but read the list off the screen. At least she'd relocated from the only sleeping quarters? Because she'd been hogging those ever since they'd left Titan.
"Alba City?" Faye noted. The bounty was unnamed, but -- "That's less than a mile from here."
"That's less than a mile from here!" she yelled to Din, over the sound of a cattle bell because Big Shot was on, now. On all your screens. Yep. That's what you get for tapping into the bounty network in an unknown system. "You should go get it!"
Leave her here with Stark. Won't be awkward at all.
( Awkward conversations and finding out what a twenty-dollar bounty looks like, anyway )
[NFB, NFI, OOC welcome as always, preplayed with![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
thedadalorian and stykera. parts of this are taken from Cowboy Bebop Session 15, 'My Funny Valentine,' and that's a wrap!!]
"Alba City?" Faye noted. The bounty was unnamed, but -- "That's less than a mile from here."
"That's less than a mile from here!" she yelled to Din, over the sound of a cattle bell because Big Shot was on, now. On all your screens. Yep. That's what you get for tapping into the bounty network in an unknown system. "You should go get it!"
Leave her here with Stark. Won't be awkward at all.
( Awkward conversations and finding out what a twenty-dollar bounty looks like, anyway )
[NFB, NFI, OOC welcome as always, preplayed with
thedadalorian and stykera. parts of this are taken from Cowboy Bebop Session 15, 'My Funny Valentine,' and that's a wrap!!]Callisto | Wednesday, Fandom Time
Sep. 15th, 2021 11:58 amAfter tracking the Red Tail to where Faye had parked, it was easy enough to start making the rounds to the local establishments where she might have gone.
Granted, it was absolutely freezing out and literally almost every person on this moon was a hostile criminal, so no one who was approached on the street was much help.
But eventually, they found their way to a bar with pink neon lighting and smoky jazz emanating from within. (Though, notably, the saxophonist was not here.)
( So a Mandalorian and two aliens walk into a bar (well, okay, one is technically carried) )
( In which there is anime blood-coughing and a Stykera doing his thing )
[again with the alphabet parade -- NFB, NFI, love that OOC! Preplayed with the fantasticthedadalorian and stykera, and warning for an NPC death. Adapted, taken apart and Frankensteined back together from Cowboy Bebop Session 13,'Jupiter Jazz Pt. II']
Granted, it was absolutely freezing out and literally almost every person on this moon was a hostile criminal, so no one who was approached on the street was much help.
But eventually, they found their way to a bar with pink neon lighting and smoky jazz emanating from within. (Though, notably, the saxophonist was not here.)
( So a Mandalorian and two aliens walk into a bar (well, okay, one is technically carried) )
( In which there is anime blood-coughing and a Stykera doing his thing )
[again with the alphabet parade -- NFB, NFI, love that OOC! Preplayed with the fantastic
thedadalorian and stykera, and warning for an NPC death. Adapted, taken apart and Frankensteined back together from Cowboy Bebop Session 13,'Jupiter Jazz Pt. II']Faye's trail had led them to a large fishing trawler idling in Jupiter's orbit, and while the pilot had maybe been a little gruff when he'd hailed the Razor Crest over the radio, he still opened the bay doors for them to come in and park the ship.
And, you know, if Din wanted to feel better about all the shit people talked about his ship, he'd come to the right spot. This wasn't the Accord or Camry of space vehicles so much as the space equivalent of an ancient Ford Transit that someone had converted to live in. But it was clean, at least. There was that.
Waiting in the bay was a child of indiscriminate gender, about thirteen, and a Corgi. Had Edward been told to wait to greet their guests? Of course she had, but when did she listen to anything either of those silly boys said?
( sort of like meeting the family )
[NFB,NFI, OOC is welcome -- preplayed withstykera and thedadalorian!]
And, you know, if Din wanted to feel better about all the shit people talked about his ship, he'd come to the right spot. This wasn't the Accord or Camry of space vehicles so much as the space equivalent of an ancient Ford Transit that someone had converted to live in. But it was clean, at least. There was that.
Waiting in the bay was a child of indiscriminate gender, about thirteen, and a Corgi. Had Edward been told to wait to greet their guests? Of course she had, but when did she listen to anything either of those silly boys said?
( sort of like meeting the family )
[NFB,NFI, OOC is welcome -- preplayed with
stykera and thedadalorian!]Callisto | Tuesday, Fandom Time
Sep. 14th, 2021 09:29 amAnd here she was. Just what she'd wanted, right?
Faye had lost count of her drinks; the glasses in front of her were no longer reflective of the amount of alcohol she'd actually consumed, because the bartender had actually been diligent in removing them. But the booze, and the smoke, and the jazz in this bar were helping separate her from her thoughts, and that was what she'd been after, more than anything else.
She knew she was being looked at. There were three men behind her, slightly to her left, who'd been watching her since she came in tonight. There were a half-dozen others who'd filtered out into the night again after buying her drinks and then being ignored. Those were the polite ones, and she knew it.
Faye hadn't come to Callisto looking for polite men, though. She'd come to Callisto because she was confused and hurting beause of it, and she wanted to hurt more.
For now, though, she was content to sit at this bar and resist the urge to think. Instead, she could watch the saxophonist, who'd done nothing more than smile gently at her between sets, and enjoy his music.
( Hey there, Mr. Saxophone )
[NFB, NFI, OOC welcome as always. Preplayed with myself and largely adapted from Cowboy Bebop Session 12, 'Jupiter Jazz Pt. I' and warnings apply for a real late-nineties treatment of gender.]
Faye had lost count of her drinks; the glasses in front of her were no longer reflective of the amount of alcohol she'd actually consumed, because the bartender had actually been diligent in removing them. But the booze, and the smoke, and the jazz in this bar were helping separate her from her thoughts, and that was what she'd been after, more than anything else.
She knew she was being looked at. There were three men behind her, slightly to her left, who'd been watching her since she came in tonight. There were a half-dozen others who'd filtered out into the night again after buying her drinks and then being ignored. Those were the polite ones, and she knew it.
Faye hadn't come to Callisto looking for polite men, though. She'd come to Callisto because she was confused and hurting beause of it, and she wanted to hurt more.
For now, though, she was content to sit at this bar and resist the urge to think. Instead, she could watch the saxophonist, who'd done nothing more than smile gently at her between sets, and enjoy his music.
( Hey there, Mr. Saxophone )
[NFB, NFI, OOC welcome as always. Preplayed with myself and largely adapted from Cowboy Bebop Session 12, 'Jupiter Jazz Pt. I' and warnings apply for a real late-nineties treatment of gender.]
So, Stark had gone and ruined everything, and while Faye had done her utmost effort to ensure that he wouldn't keep saying things, that was not a sustainable plan, and those words were still...out there.
Which was why she'd laid awake, staring at the ceiling long after Stark had fallen asleep, and cobbled together a plan. 'Plan' being a fairly loose term, because this was mostly borne out of panic, but something of a plan nonetheless.
She crept out of bed. She wrote him a note and left it in the kitchen, where she was sure he'd find it. She apologized.
She stole his phone, because this was Faye, still.
And then she quietly wound her way down to the junkyard, climbed up into her ship, and took off to do something stupid and self-destructive, rather than actually take any time to consider that it might be all right if something nice happened to her for once.
[establishy but totally for broadcast!]
Which was why she'd laid awake, staring at the ceiling long after Stark had fallen asleep, and cobbled together a plan. 'Plan' being a fairly loose term, because this was mostly borne out of panic, but something of a plan nonetheless.
She crept out of bed. She wrote him a note and left it in the kitchen, where she was sure he'd find it. She apologized.
She stole his phone, because this was Faye, still.
And then she quietly wound her way down to the junkyard, climbed up into her ship, and took off to do something stupid and self-destructive, rather than actually take any time to consider that it might be all right if something nice happened to her for once.
[establishy but totally for broadcast!]
ooc: info post!
Aug. 26th, 2021 03:38 pmI actually have updates! And I was real bored. Really, really bored.
( You can't tell the age of a woman by looking at her )
( Then, why don't you burn the sparkly outfit and become a cop? You want to be a superhero. You want to be famous. But nobody's famous alone )
( As Ms. Adler remarks in her masthead, 'know when you are beaten' )
( I am very small and I have no money, so you can imagine the kind of stress that I am under )
( You can't tell the age of a woman by looking at her )
( Then, why don't you burn the sparkly outfit and become a cop? You want to be a superhero. You want to be famous. But nobody's famous alone )
( As Ms. Adler remarks in her masthead, 'know when you are beaten' )
( I am very small and I have no money, so you can imagine the kind of stress that I am under )
MHA #7 | Monday Morning
Aug. 23rd, 2021 10:12 amSo, Faye had spent a weekend in space.
She'd hopped from Mars to Ganymede and back again, looking for something that would make all of this feel better and -- unsurprisingly -- coming up empty.
Didn't mean she didn't try, though. Even if it did mean that 'trying' had looked like getting absolutely shitfaced and sleeping in her ship.
Monday morning found her winding her way through Fandom, still a little wobbly on her feet. Given how few unfamiliar faces she encountered as she stumbled her way towards her own apartment, she was fairly confident that whatever the hell had happened, it was over, now. Over enough that she could go back to her own apartment without worry of running into anyone. Especially if she was sneaky about it.
Granted, 'sneaky' and 'still drunk' did not go together great, so she was certainly not being quiet as she tried to fish out her keys from her pocket to get in. The fact that she was holding a flask in one hand and had a lit cigarette dangling from her mouth probably didn't help any, but you know what, Faye was in too much personal pain to pick a lane right now, thanks. Rude of you to ask, narrative.
[for one specifically but it's not like they're the only ones who live in the building if you want to object to the noise or the indoor smoking.]
She'd hopped from Mars to Ganymede and back again, looking for something that would make all of this feel better and -- unsurprisingly -- coming up empty.
Didn't mean she didn't try, though. Even if it did mean that 'trying' had looked like getting absolutely shitfaced and sleeping in her ship.
Monday morning found her winding her way through Fandom, still a little wobbly on her feet. Given how few unfamiliar faces she encountered as she stumbled her way towards her own apartment, she was fairly confident that whatever the hell had happened, it was over, now. Over enough that she could go back to her own apartment without worry of running into anyone. Especially if she was sneaky about it.
Granted, 'sneaky' and 'still drunk' did not go together great, so she was certainly not being quiet as she tried to fish out her keys from her pocket to get in. The fact that she was holding a flask in one hand and had a lit cigarette dangling from her mouth probably didn't help any, but you know what, Faye was in too much personal pain to pick a lane right now, thanks. Rude of you to ask, narrative.
[for one specifically but it's not like they're the only ones who live in the building if you want to object to the noise or the indoor smoking.]
After leaving the bar with a grace she didn't know she had in her, Faye had spent her night wandering the island. She hadn't had dreams about anyone, but that wasn't exactly unusual -- she barely let herself even think about Whitney, and it had been a long time since he'd even made an appearance in her dreams.
But as the hours passed, Faye slowly began losing that little spark of hope that she'd get to see him again. It wasn't just that the only person she'd loved in her actual, living memory had died and taken all her ability to trust people with him. He also had answers. And had left her with a lot -- a lot -- of debt.
But clearly she'd done something wrong. It wasn't going to work for her. No Whitney, no...mysterious, long-dead family, no one was coming for Faye. And given the circumstances she couldn't (really, wouldn't) go back home. Not for days. Not until this was over.
So, after draining the bottle of whiskey she'd been nursing half the night, Faye dropped it to her feet in the junkyard, climbed up into the Red Tail, and took off for the stars.
Maybe Mars, for a few days. Maybe one of Jupiter's moons. She wasn't quite feeling bad enough for Callisto, but she had days to get to where she felt bad enough, maybe.
[totally establishy, whoo]
But as the hours passed, Faye slowly began losing that little spark of hope that she'd get to see him again. It wasn't just that the only person she'd loved in her actual, living memory had died and taken all her ability to trust people with him. He also had answers. And had left her with a lot -- a lot -- of debt.
But clearly she'd done something wrong. It wasn't going to work for her. No Whitney, no...mysterious, long-dead family, no one was coming for Faye. And given the circumstances she couldn't (really, wouldn't) go back home. Not for days. Not until this was over.
So, after draining the bottle of whiskey she'd been nursing half the night, Faye dropped it to her feet in the junkyard, climbed up into the Red Tail, and took off for the stars.
Maybe Mars, for a few days. Maybe one of Jupiter's moons. She wasn't quite feeling bad enough for Callisto, but she had days to get to where she felt bad enough, maybe.
[totally establishy, whoo]
Mars was the closest planet in the solar system, regardless of whether you went to the robot-inhabited version of 2021 or caught a portal to take you to the densely-populated version of Faye's time, and so that was where she had decided to take Stark for that promised, non-hole-related ride in her ship. They could have gone further, but Faye didn't especially feel like passing through a gate and paying the associated toll -- or, honestly, letting her ship be seen at an official checkpoint, if she could help it.
Plus, Mars had cities, which meant nightlife. And this was, after all, a date. Faye could even admit it.
"All right," Faye noted quietly -- given that it was still a very snug fit in the Red Tail's cockpit, she really could keep her voice fairly low -- as she gestured out the windshield to a green spot on the red planet. "So that's Tharsis, where we're headed. Still doing good?"
He seemed like he was doing fine, but Faye had found that checking in with Stark was just a thing she'd started doing since the whole hole thing, regardless.
[for the space date and NFB for distance, self.]
Plus, Mars had cities, which meant nightlife. And this was, after all, a date. Faye could even admit it.
"All right," Faye noted quietly -- given that it was still a very snug fit in the Red Tail's cockpit, she really could keep her voice fairly low -- as she gestured out the windshield to a green spot on the red planet. "So that's Tharsis, where we're headed. Still doing good?"
He seemed like he was doing fine, but Faye had found that checking in with Stark was just a thing she'd started doing since the whole hole thing, regardless.
[for the space date and NFB for distance, self.]
MHA #8 | Morning
Jun. 4th, 2021 06:35 amSo. Last night had happened.
There had been no pollen involved. Just a little breaking and entering (and a silly neighbor who Faye hadn't really minded seeing shirtless, but she wished had left earlier. Or not come at all, since he was the cops.) But it had, ultimately, turned out pretty well.
Meaning that Faye had woken up being...held. One might even call it cuddled. And -- this was now Faye's deepest secret. Deeper even than her debt or her real age or her identity -- she had liked it. And cuddled back, however briefly.
So, naturally, she'd kicked Stark out of his own bed and sent him off to the kitchen to make breakfast, before she could get too used to how much she'd liked it. And now, having taken her sweet time to get out of bed, she padded out to the kitchen in what was definitely Stark's shirt, because she wasn't just going to put on her own clothes again, okay? Not before breakfast.
"Are you actually making pancakes?"
[for the glowy guy. NO LIAM, NOT YOU, YOU HAD YOUR CHANCE YESTERDAY]
There had been no pollen involved. Just a little breaking and entering (and a silly neighbor who Faye hadn't really minded seeing shirtless, but she wished had left earlier. Or not come at all, since he was the cops.) But it had, ultimately, turned out pretty well.
Meaning that Faye had woken up being...held. One might even call it cuddled. And -- this was now Faye's deepest secret. Deeper even than her debt or her real age or her identity -- she had liked it. And cuddled back, however briefly.
So, naturally, she'd kicked Stark out of his own bed and sent him off to the kitchen to make breakfast, before she could get too used to how much she'd liked it. And now, having taken her sweet time to get out of bed, she padded out to the kitchen in what was definitely Stark's shirt, because she wasn't just going to put on her own clothes again, okay? Not before breakfast.
"Are you actually making pancakes?"
[for the glowy guy. NO LIAM, NOT YOU, YOU HAD YOUR CHANCE YESTERDAY]
OOC: Info Post!
Nov. 22nd, 2020 07:36 pmNot that there's a ton to know about my new girl, here, but she does have an interesting backstory and she's bringing a spaceship, so:
( See you, Space Cowboy )
( About Faye )
( You and Faye, Faye and you )
And that's it! Questions? Comments? Seasonally-appropriate pies?
( See you, Space Cowboy )
( About Faye )
( You and Faye, Faye and you )
And that's it! Questions? Comments? Seasonally-appropriate pies?
