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♻ 001 | video/spam

[It's Christmas, Barge residents. And as it happens, one of your new arrivals is a Christmas angel.

Well, okay, she's just dressed up as one. Interestingly enough, it was Christmas on her world too, and she just got done performing in a Christmas pageant: she's wearing a white costume robe, and has a tinsel crown on her head. The front of her robe is bloody and dirty, and torn in a few places-- and given how beat-up and damaged her face looks, it's probably safe to assume that at least some of that blood is hers.

Currently she's wandering into to common area on level 6, a bit unsteady on her feet. She's also filming herself, because she found a fancy phone so why the hell not. Soon enough she stops walking and poses dramatically, arms held wide.]

Be not afraid-- for behold, I bring good tidings of... of, uh...

[And then she collapses. So yeah, that's a thing that's happening.]

[OOC: Permissions post for this character!]

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[It's his last day in the infirmary and already he's feeling a hell of a lot better than he did when he first arrived. The nausea has generally subsided and although he still has a fairly bad headache, it's not as splitting and his remaining eye doesn't hurt nearly as much. He's ready to get out of here though and spend the rest of this "death toll" in his room.]

[At first, he steers clear of her. Cambridge is a condescending ass, but Philip is a little too polite to say as much out loud. He just thinks it very loudly if the occasional look he sends in their direction is any indication. He only speaks to her once she's alone.]

What are you supposed to be?

[She reaches up and touches her head, checking to see if her crown is still there.]

I was an angel.

[He gives her a once over. Huh.]

I take it you've been handing out some righteous fury then.

[He's being sarcastic, but he sounds relatively sincere. Or at the very least, like it's just friendly teasing rather than mocking.]

[If she notices the sarcasm, it doesn't show; she answers the question seriously.]

God wanted me to; He sent me a message. Not 'cause I'm an angel-- that-- that was just a play, see. He sent me His Word because He knows I'm a faithful follower.

[Having grown up in Georgia his whole life, Philip isn't unfamiliar with people who hold their faith as the most important things in their lives. But people willing to take it apparently as far she's willing to? This is frankly a first. Still, he won't tell her anything to the contrary of what she believes. She might recognize she's not actually an angel, but her outfit's still covered in blood and torn up.]

Well, I hate to tell you this, but you might find it a little hard to find His Word here.

That's okay. I got it all right here.

[She taps her chest, over her heart.]

[He should probably warn her. About what? Well, there's a list of things he should probably warn her about. Vampires, werewolves, biters, to just name a few. And then of course the floods and breaches.]

[Instead, he just nods.]

How much do you know about this place already?

[She shifts a shoulder in what might be a half-shrug.]

I heard it's nice. They got a garden and a planetarium. But I don't know how I... got here.

[Figures she's heard the nice parts. He doesn't think she'd be quite so calm if she knew the other, less than nice parts.]

You were brought here by the Admiral.

Is that like the prison warden?

[He nods again.]

Something like that. He's the one steering this ship.

It's a ship?

[Other people might assume he's being metaphorical. Not her-- she takes things pretty literally.]

Yes. Though the kind for space travel, not water.

[Just to be clear. He says this with all seriousness, so he's not bullshitting her. As hard as that may be to believe.]