[ it's the elf girl that's been flitting around the base for a while! she and her friends have explored a good chunk of the base by now, but dorm rooms aside, the cafeteria feels more like home than anywhere else. it's no surprise she'd end up there at the same time as elysium at least once.
there are only a few stragglers milling about the cafeteria floor when marcille approaches his table. ]
You're Elysium, right?
[ ignore the fact that she is a little :flushed:. she knows that he's part-bird, but she didn't hear that he's a handsome part-bird. she's ignoring that detail as best she can. ]
[ one tag in and this is already killing me. even in brackets, she should never call elysium handsome again. for me.
anyway, it is a pretty odd hour for a meal. as much as elysium would prefer to share it with another, he's coming in hot off the heels of a mission with no one to really expect him. it's a little something of a nice change of pace, though—being someone who's used to approaching others rather than being approached, he lights up when she does, raising a hand in greeting and clicking his chopsticks together for added effect. if he notices her flush, he makes no indication of it. ]
Miss Marcille! I've heard all about you! [ contrary to the unfamiliarity in his words, he greets her much like he would an old friend, enthusiastic and loud. almost like a chirp. ] What brings you here at this hour?
[ operators come and go, as do guests. it's not a requirement to be a part of the company proper to enjoy the amenities they have to offer, but as far as he knows, her circumstances are a little more complicated than that. hmmm!! ]
[ i hope one day the truth comes out and he never lets her forget it...
anyway, chirping. cute. 🥺 if she was back home, the idea of someone hearing about her might have been flattering (or worrying, depending on the situation). on rhodes island, she's gotten used to most operators and staff knowing fully well about their situation before she meets them in person.
elysium would definitely know. she looks at him flatly. ]
I'm here to return something to you.
[ she tucks ambrosia under her arm, draws up the small box from beneath her other arm, and opens the lid.
there's a baby bird inside—wobbly, mostly hairless, and wrapped cozily in a small fleece cloth. chirp chirp. ]
[ I CAN'T DO THAT TO HER!! unfortunately, the unimpressed look she levels at him is nothing new. he sees it from his superiors and from every department from medical to engineering, so he simply keeps smiling, beatific as ever. that is, until she gestures to a box, and—
—oh! his eyes lighten up in recognition, only to immediately dull. he is very clearly trying to stifle a laugh. ]
Huh. I didn't take Laios for an irresponsible parent. Did he put you up to this? That's mean…
[ dabs at an eye theatrically while taking absolutely no accountability
and! he makes no motion to take the bird back. i hope it hasn't opened its eyes yet so marcille can be the first thing it imprints on. fatherhood for everyone, wahoo ]
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there are only a few stragglers milling about the cafeteria floor when marcille approaches his table. ]
You're Elysium, right?
[ ignore the fact that she is a little :flushed:. she knows that he's part-bird, but she didn't hear that he's a handsome part-bird. she's ignoring that detail as best she can. ]
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anyway, it is a pretty odd hour for a meal. as much as elysium would prefer to share it with another, he's coming in hot off the heels of a mission with no one to really expect him. it's a little something of a nice change of pace, though—being someone who's used to approaching others rather than being approached, he lights up when she does, raising a hand in greeting and clicking his chopsticks together for added effect. if he notices her flush, he makes no indication of it. ]
Miss Marcille! I've heard all about you! [ contrary to the unfamiliarity in his words, he greets her much like he would an old friend, enthusiastic and loud. almost like a chirp. ] What brings you here at this hour?
[ operators come and go, as do guests. it's not a requirement to be a part of the company proper to enjoy the amenities they have to offer, but as far as he knows, her circumstances are a little more complicated than that. hmmm!! ]
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anyway, chirping. cute. 🥺 if she was back home, the idea of someone hearing about her might have been flattering (or worrying, depending on the situation). on rhodes island, she's gotten used to most operators and staff knowing fully well about their situation before she meets them in person.
elysium would definitely know. she looks at him flatly. ]
I'm here to return something to you.
[ she tucks ambrosia under her arm, draws up the small box from beneath her other arm, and opens the lid.
there's a baby bird inside—wobbly, mostly hairless, and wrapped cozily in a small fleece cloth. chirp chirp. ]
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—oh! his eyes lighten up in recognition, only to immediately dull. he is very clearly trying to stifle a laugh. ]
Huh. I didn't take Laios for an irresponsible parent. Did he put you up to this? That's mean…
[ dabs at an eye theatrically while taking absolutely no accountability
and! he makes no motion to take the bird back. i hope it hasn't opened its eyes yet so marcille can be the first thing it imprints on. fatherhood for everyone, wahoo ]