"For Quentin?" Taura asks. "I'm going to owe him my life after I leave the
Barge. He's one of my favorite people even leaving that aside. He's family."
But her concern isn't entirely for Quentin. "...And his fiance, Jedao, is
my lover. Hence the worrying."
That was quite a surprise and Vane raises an eyebrow at that. "Alright, then why are you here and not with them?" Maybe it isn't as serious as she makes it sound but why would she lie about that?
Taura's face goes utterly blank. Perfectly still. She hates dealing with
practicalities rather than the emotional brunt of the situation. She wants
to be there for all of them. It's isolating to be left on the outside now,
however much she appreciates the effort Quentin's made to keep her
informed. Family, but only to a certain point. She's worried and heartsick
over how terribly wrong something must be in Jedao's head for him to have
done anything so senseless and devoid of strategy.
But Taura knows how to appreciate what she's given (she is grateful)
, and how to follow orders.
Her voice is soft but unwavering as she says, "Because when I asked what I
could do to help, Quentin asked me to make sure his maintenance shift was
covered. So we're going to give him one less thing to worry about."
Vane looks over at her. "I can handle this if you'd rather be with them but if you want to help..." He sighs. "The checklist is on Fives' desk, we just go through it and figure out what needs to be done. If we are lucky it is nothing and it is over for today. Which let me tell you is very fucking different than the ships I have sailed."
She refrains from saying that she wasn't invited and wouldn't presume
to barge in there; it's understandable that they didn't want to crowd
Jedao, or to juggle another person's feelings.
"What are the ships you've usually sailed like?" Taura asks instead.
"I think I've seen pictures of a ship like that," says Taura, whose
knowledge of sailing ships could fit in a thimble. "What century are you
from? I've only been on space ships. Nothing like this one either, though."
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Date: 2019-12-11 01:43 pm (UTC)"For Quentin?" Taura asks. "I'm going to owe him my life after I leave the Barge. He's one of my favorite people even leaving that aside. He's family."
But her concern isn't entirely for Quentin. "...And his fiance, Jedao, is my lover. Hence the worrying."
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Date: 2019-12-12 10:23 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-12-12 10:43 am (UTC)Taura's face goes utterly blank. Perfectly still. She hates dealing with practicalities rather than the emotional brunt of the situation. She wants to be there for all of them. It's isolating to be left on the outside now, however much she appreciates the effort Quentin's made to keep her informed. Family, but only to a certain point. She's worried and heartsick over how terribly wrong something must be in Jedao's head for him to have done anything so senseless and devoid of strategy.
But Taura knows how to appreciate what she's given (she is grateful) , and how to follow orders.
Her voice is soft but unwavering as she says, "Because when I asked what I could do to help, Quentin asked me to make sure his maintenance shift was covered. So we're going to give him one less thing to worry about."
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Date: 2019-12-15 05:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-12-16 09:56 pm (UTC)She refrains from saying that she wasn't invited and wouldn't presume to barge in there; it's understandable that they didn't want to crowd Jedao, or to juggle another person's feelings.
"What are the ships you've usually sailed like?" Taura asks instead.
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Date: 2019-12-19 09:53 am (UTC)"Sailships. The Ranger had a square rig, 24 cannons. She was the ship I was a captain of before I came here."
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Date: 2019-12-19 12:53 pm (UTC)"I think I've seen pictures of a ship like that," says Taura, whose knowledge of sailing ships could fit in a thimble. "What century are you from? I've only been on space ships. Nothing like this one either, though."