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[May 8, 2008][Original] May's Mess and Mysteries
Title: May's Mess and Mysteries
Day/Theme: May 8, 2008 "You know that ghost is me"
Series: Original (Navigator)
Character/Pairing: Marta, May
Rating: G
"I've never been in your room before," Marta remarked, turning around slowly to take in every corner of her shipmate's tiny quarters. The entire room was absolutely filled with...well, things. There were posters on the walls (and one on the ceiling), a stack of books on the floor were leaning precariously to the right, and several strange pairs of shoes Marta had never even seen May wear before were tossed across the floor. "...You're kind of messy, aren't you?"
"Heh heh," May laughed, "I can't help it. It's just the way I am. Besides, I'm neat around the ship, so what does it matter if I mess up my own room?"
Careful to avoid saying anything that might upset her companion, Marta tried to agree in a way that showed she hadn't meant any harm by her comment. "It doesn't matter at all. Practically everyone around here's really neat, so I think it shows your personality."
"Well, I know I've got a lot of personality," the young girl laughed even more. She was glad to have some one on one time with Marta, even if the only thing discussed were her living habits. "I don't know why some of the people on this ship don't loosen up more, to tell you the truth. Marge is way too uptight for her own good."
"Marge?" The blond girl smiled. The commander wouldn't be thrilled to hear herself referred to by a nickname, especially by such a low-ranking crew member, but something about it still seemed fitting. Marta stepped over the mess of shoes to get a closer look at the photographs on May's dresser. A small, slightly faded one caught her eye. It showed a very pale girl with a calico cat on her lap.
"Who's that?" Marta asked, "A relative of yours?"
"Oh, that's me," May replied. "About seven years ago." She looked thoughtful for a moment before returning to her usual cheery demeanor. "I love that cat," she sighed.
"I would never had guessed that was you. You look so...umm, withdrawn and pale. You're missing that spunk in your eyes."
"Eh, I just keep it around to look at the cat," the pilot shrugged. "I know, don't I have a better picture of her? Or a more recent one? Well, I'm sure I do, but I just sort of like that one. It was after I was getting over an illness."
May had never seemed the sickly type. Marta regarded her with interest. Perhaps there was more to this girl than met the eye.
May seemed to know instinctively exactly what her friend was thinking. "No, no, don't be worried. I was always healthy before that and I've been healthy ever since. It was just that one time."
"Umm, sure," Marta nodded, secretly wondering what that was all about.
Day/Theme: May 8, 2008 "You know that ghost is me"
Series: Original (Navigator)
Character/Pairing: Marta, May
Rating: G
"I've never been in your room before," Marta remarked, turning around slowly to take in every corner of her shipmate's tiny quarters. The entire room was absolutely filled with...well, things. There were posters on the walls (and one on the ceiling), a stack of books on the floor were leaning precariously to the right, and several strange pairs of shoes Marta had never even seen May wear before were tossed across the floor. "...You're kind of messy, aren't you?"
"Heh heh," May laughed, "I can't help it. It's just the way I am. Besides, I'm neat around the ship, so what does it matter if I mess up my own room?"
Careful to avoid saying anything that might upset her companion, Marta tried to agree in a way that showed she hadn't meant any harm by her comment. "It doesn't matter at all. Practically everyone around here's really neat, so I think it shows your personality."
"Well, I know I've got a lot of personality," the young girl laughed even more. She was glad to have some one on one time with Marta, even if the only thing discussed were her living habits. "I don't know why some of the people on this ship don't loosen up more, to tell you the truth. Marge is way too uptight for her own good."
"Marge?" The blond girl smiled. The commander wouldn't be thrilled to hear herself referred to by a nickname, especially by such a low-ranking crew member, but something about it still seemed fitting. Marta stepped over the mess of shoes to get a closer look at the photographs on May's dresser. A small, slightly faded one caught her eye. It showed a very pale girl with a calico cat on her lap.
"Who's that?" Marta asked, "A relative of yours?"
"Oh, that's me," May replied. "About seven years ago." She looked thoughtful for a moment before returning to her usual cheery demeanor. "I love that cat," she sighed.
"I would never had guessed that was you. You look so...umm, withdrawn and pale. You're missing that spunk in your eyes."
"Eh, I just keep it around to look at the cat," the pilot shrugged. "I know, don't I have a better picture of her? Or a more recent one? Well, I'm sure I do, but I just sort of like that one. It was after I was getting over an illness."
May had never seemed the sickly type. Marta regarded her with interest. Perhaps there was more to this girl than met the eye.
May seemed to know instinctively exactly what her friend was thinking. "No, no, don't be worried. I was always healthy before that and I've been healthy ever since. It was just that one time."
"Umm, sure," Marta nodded, secretly wondering what that was all about.