Everything I looked at was so... grey and gritty! Or bright and shiny.
[She lets it go completely, and leans back, grabbing the tea and taking a gulp.]
I'm not sure that's quite right for me. Maybe I'm thinking of it too technically... I could study for years and barely begin to understand how to build a spaceship, especially given where I started. Mine probably has to look a bit different...
[Hange slouches down, rests her chin in her hands. She wouldn't usually speak about this with Ronan, but...]
In my homeland there are certain people who... pilot larger bodies. [And now she's one of them.]
They're enclosed in flesh, surrounded by it and swallowed by it. In a sense it tries to devour them. If they are unwary they'll lose themselves and disappear, they'll become beasts. I don't want this ship to be like that, but perhaps it needs to be more like that than it needs to be like a machine...
[Though Ronan really doesn't sound all that bothered by it. Of course, he's literally chilling in her brain right now. Could he get swallowed up, too? Maybe. He has often nearly lost himself in Adam.]
Make sure it loves you, I guess, and not like in the favorite snack kind of way.
It's quite, quite horrifying! A nightmare, really! But I have to have more space to move in this ship than those people have. But it might be a better start. Sort of.
[Hange beams. Let's start from the outside in, now, and bigger... it's still an oval shape that begins, but it looks almost fuzzy. Bristly to the touch, perhaps. Hard to tell without actually touching it. Lots of little shapes like scales, or tiny feathers, all rucked up. The shape starts at the top and rolls downwards as if it's being wrapped around some invisible inner frame. Steely grey, tiny feathers, or bristles, that ruffle and flex and then smooth down to create a gentle tapering form that nearly resembles an egg. Chubby caterpillar legs push themselves into existence on the flattish, bottom part of the egg, and wiggle back and forth testingly. They're cute.]
[They are cute. A slow smile spreads across Ronan's face as he watches the creature materialize. It's not a thing he would have made, but he understands why it'd come from Hange.]
[Hange gulps her tea excitedly, and jumps off the table and strides towards the new baby with hands raised, palms out. She rests her hands against the smooth surface and gives the ship a gentle nudge. The bristles rise and smooth again, rise and smooth down, and the little feet fidget.]
[But it feels more solid. A good start. Hange drops her hands away as Ronan touches. The feathery, scaly surface vibrates under his touch, raising the feathers again, and then smoothing. It's cool. Hange paces in a circle around her ship.]
It's big, but not big enough. I'm sure you've managed bigger on the inside so I'll give it a shot... maybe some personality next...?
[She has a clear idea of what she wants from the personality. That probably makes it a good second step.]
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[She lets it go completely, and leans back, grabbing the tea and taking a gulp.]
I'm not sure that's quite right for me. Maybe I'm thinking of it too technically... I could study for years and barely begin to understand how to build a spaceship, especially given where I started. Mine probably has to look a bit different...
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In my homeland there are certain people who... pilot larger bodies. [And now she's one of them.]
They're enclosed in flesh, surrounded by it and swallowed by it. In a sense it tries to devour them. If they are unwary they'll lose themselves and disappear, they'll become beasts. I don't want this ship to be like that, but perhaps it needs to be more like that than it needs to be like a machine...
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[Though Ronan really doesn't sound all that bothered by it. Of course, he's literally chilling in her brain right now. Could he get swallowed up, too? Maybe. He has often nearly lost himself in Adam.]
Make sure it loves you, I guess, and not like in the favorite snack kind of way.
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[Hange whacks her hands on her thighs.]
It's quite, quite horrifying! A nightmare, really! But I have to have more space to move in this ship than those people have. But it might be a better start. Sort of.
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[Ronan takes another delicate sip of his tea.]
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Ugly little shit.
[He says it fondly.]
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[Hange gulps her tea excitedly, and jumps off the table and strides towards the new baby with hands raised, palms out. She rests her hands against the smooth surface and gives the ship a gentle nudge. The bristles rise and smooth again, rise and smooth down, and the little feet fidget.]
It's springy...
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[But Ronan sets his cup aside and saunters over to join her, reaching out to stroke its feathers with the same gentleness he'd pet Chainsaw.]
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[But it feels more solid. A good start. Hange drops her hands away as Ronan touches. The feathery, scaly surface vibrates under his touch, raising the feathers again, and then smoothing. It's cool. Hange paces in a circle around her ship.]
It's big, but not big enough. I'm sure you've managed bigger on the inside so I'll give it a shot... maybe some personality next...?
[She has a clear idea of what she wants from the personality. That probably makes it a good second step.]
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[Ronan spreads his arms wide and leans up against the ship, giving it a hug now. As much as one is capable of hugging a ship.]
You wanna be a good ship, don't you?