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[belongsontv]

Who| Milla Vodello & You
What| Catch all log for Milla's first week in the arena, followed by her death.
Where| Around the arena.
When| Week 1 until her death
Warnings/Notes| Psychic shenanigans, anything else will be added.

[OPEN] General Wanderings

The quiet of the station wasn't quite as foreboding as it could have been really. The trickle of loud thoughts from those within her telepathy's range and the creaking of the space station itself was enough to help Milla adjust to her powers being back. The comfort of levitation and telepathy steadied her as she quietly floated along through the dilapidated halls of the station.

She slowly comes to a stop when she sees someone ahead of her. The real struggle is whether to back off or approach. The secret agent opts to approach cautiously but keeps some distance initially as she speaks up. Her voice is still quiet and measured to avoid having it echo. "Are you alright, darling?"


OPEN- After her fight with Venus

The Brazilian woman can only grimace openly as she clutches at her side. Everything aches in a way it hasn't in quite awhile. That fight had been an awful idea in the long run and Milla knows it. She'll beat herself up about it later.

Any curses she wants to spout are stilled as she finds a quiet corner to just sit down in. Her injuries aren't going to heal themselves, but she's been walking for awhile now. It certainly would be best to just rest for a short time. Whilst she's not the brightest of the colored jumpsuits the tributes were crammed in, a living person amongst all the wreckage of the station is a hard thing to miss. Even if Milla is doing her best to just remain quiet and still.

Comments

After the fight

[ruffntumblenut]

"Shh shh! I heard something!"

"How did you hear something? You don't have any ears."

"I didn't hear anything."

"That's because she was talking listen again!"

"With what ears?"

Three voices...three not very intelligent sounding voices came drifting down the hall as the shadow of a single figure could be seen getting closer and closer to the corner. A moment later a lanky looking teen girl came slowly and cautiously into sight clutching a fistful of rags to a stump at her elbow. The rags were bloody and from the pale color of her face the wound must be fresh. Her light green space suit was quickly growing a dark red stain on that side.

Hanging off her back secured there by some wires that had been fashioned into a sling were two heavy looking metal orbs with glowing lights making it look like each orb had a single eye. One Green the other blue.

Her tired looking eyes settled on the Brazilian woman suspiciously, trying to determine if this was a threat.

[belongsontv]

Even with her own injuries protesting at her movement, Milla rises when she sees Ruffnut's injuries. The curiosity over the chattery orbs is glazed over as Milla's natural concern for the teenager kicks in.

Self preservation tends to be shunted aside when children are thrown into the mix when it comes to Milla apparently. "Oh no- darling, are you okay?" It's a rather silly question with the circumstances, but it falls from her lips naturally in the moment.

[ruffntumblenut]

"Eh?" Was Ruffnut's rather unintelligent sounding response and she glanced back over her shoulder as if Milla was addressing some other "Darling"

"She means you Ruff." Sighed the blue eye'd orb.

"She's talking about your arm? Added the green one sounding exasperated.

"Oh this." Ruffnut turned her attention to the bloody wound and then back to Milla shrugging.

"Yeah I guess I'll get to celebrate stump day next year if I make it that long."

And the way she was swaying on her feet it was anyone's guess if she would.

[belongsontv]

"I'm sure you will, dear- but we're going to need to make sure it tied securely so you stop losing so much blood." The Brazilian woman answers in turn as she moves a little closer to the teenager. Not going to get that close without being welcomed to it by the bleeding viking.

"Can I look at the wound, darling? It might need to be rewrapped at this rate."

General Wanderings

[affluenza]

Dandy doesn't answer; he simply tilts his head to the side, trying to decide if the strange levitating woman was actually real or not. He wasn't all that sure that anything here was real, really, although he usually never dreamed this vividly. He never really dreamed at all.

He walks around Milla, sizing her up as if he were expecting her to be a transparent hologram upon closer inspection.

[belongsontv]

Even with her powers activated, Milla doesn't need her telepathy to figure out what the man is thinking. Most people react uncertainly to her levitation. Adding the strangeness of this futuristic setting just makes things even more muddled.

The mental minx doesn't remember seeing him in the capitol- she's working on placing him as she speaks. "I'm real, dear. I can assure you of that."

[affluenza]

"How are you doing that?" he says, wondering if she found some high-tech hover-shoes or something - and stepping back just in case she was planning on attacking.

After the fight

[wizardplease]

"Hey."

Haruto had gotten off to a shaky start, but after some bandaging from some friendly people that set up a makeshift infirmary and the luck to stumble upon a cache of dried food, he's doing better. He's even been able to keep his mana usage to a minimum, thus far. His right hand's a write-off, but his left gets the job done. It's his left that's clutching the helmet of his space suit, re-worked into a carrying bag for what little he's managed to find.

Milla's the biggest find of the day, thus far. Its the lavender suit that catches his eye, and has him approaching quietly, quickly coming in low to be unsuspicious with her. "How're you holding together?"

[belongsontv]

"Haruto- darling." She greets, clearly happy to see a familiar face. The company is enough to make her forget his dislike of pet names. A district mate is a blessing at this rate.

His question takes some the warmth from her features as she shrugs a little. Her shrug mixed with the soreness radiating through her makes the mental minx wince slightly. "I've been better, it could be worse though."

[wizardplease]

With things being what they are, he can let the pet name slide. If she's still employing it here, in the middle of all of this, then maybe she means it. And that's sort of nice.

"Easy, easy..." He starts to reach out his left hand to try and steady her or comfort her, but stops himself partway there. That might not necessarily make it better. "Anyone give you a hard time? Anyone out there we should be watching for?" Because while he is personally worried about her, it's easier to cover it up in the pretense of strategy and needing information. "...you hungry?"

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[ka_sera_sera]

The quiet of the voice is a relief - if he has to come across someone at a time like this, it's good that it's someone who knows enough not to shout. "For the second," he says, posture tensed and a little crouched, ready to run.

He looks the familiar figure over quickly, taking in any changes from the last time they'd seen each other. As well as, of course, the most obvious one.

Well, the controlled floating will probably be quite an advantage here. Good for her.

"Can you make some sort of glammer as well as all that?" He gestures at her feet, and the ground a little ways below them. "Hide yourself somehow? You'll want to." And he doesn't look over his shoulder, but he does jerk his head to indicate the hallway behind him. His ears are alert for any noise from the creature that'd been stalking him earlier, or maybe just stalking near him. Time would tell on that particular matter. It'd be a shame to lead it to another tribute, and an ally at that, but that won't be so much of an issue if she's got some small way to defend herself.

[belongsontv]

"I certainly can." She answers as she smiles slightly back at Roland as she shimmers out of view as she levitates closer to the crouched man. Milla is glad to see Roland is in one piece, with how dangerous this space station is- the fact he's survived this long takes some weight off of Milla's shoulders.

"Hopefully this is sufficient enough, dear?" His high tension and wariness is enough for Milla to shift into her own defensive mode. Her tone drops lower, not quite sure who could be listening. "I'd ask how you've been, but this isn't quite a social place."

[ka_sera_sera]

"Mhm." He tries, briefly, to find a way other than hearing to sense her, decides that for now there probably isn't one. Then he looks around; this is just a hallway, far as he can tell. Nothing useful here. "There's a-" He pauses. Doesn't have any name for these creatures. "- a thing about to round that corner."

He can hear it now, its low noises echoing off the walls. Hears the padding of its four feet against the floor.

"If it's not smart enough to figure our voices, and too focused on me to smell you, you might take it by surprise," he says, looking toward where he figures her face might be. Yes, hello, how are you, nice to see you alive, etc. Niceties can wait. "Will you, Milla? Can you?"

For all that he likes her, enjoyed their time together, he has no idea what lies at the heart of her, how easy it might be for her to kill. Which won't matter if she doesn't have some kind of weapon. Roland means his question to cover both issues.

After the fight

[futilecycle]

Sigma was quite literally built for space: his cybernetic enhancements gave him the stability and ease of movement one would need for a lifetime on the moon. He found himself greatly disappointed by the induction of artificial gravity - what was the point of having an Arena in space if it meant an ordinary human could move comfortably? He lived for the moments it cut out and he was stable on the ground, capable of maneuvering while other Tributes floundered. For now, he lumbers like a steel titan down the halls, gravity in full effect. In spite of his age he was not a small man by any means, and he hoped the power in his steps might scare off any threats.

As he comes to the end of the passage, he gets the impression that he is not alone. His prophetic powers had not warned him of danger: this could be a good sign, or a warning that he was already doomed. Not one to meet his fate easily, he stands in the open doorway, scanning the room for danger. What he finds, he believes, is nothing of the sort.

"...Milla?"

His posture slackens into something friendly and his voice is laden with concern.

[belongsontv]

The loss of gravity was something Milla herself could appreciate, the freedom along with her own levitation was something thrilling. Even with her injuries, levitation was just something Milla relished in.

"Ah- Sigma, darling." She quickly corrects the wilted posture of rest at the sound of the man's voice, what she's feeling is easily shuffled aside as she moves to stand. She doesn't quite know the man, but he left a good enough impression on Milla to have the psychic be concerned about his well being. "I'm so glad to see you in one piece."

[futilecycle]

Even in flickering light, it is not difficult to make out how she had favoured one side - Sigma approaches her quickly, bracing himself to catch her if she should stumble. But Milla is strong and does not require his support, and so Sigma folds his arms and observes her in disapproval, mouth drawn tightly in concern.

"Please, do not rise for my sake. ...I wish I could say the same for you. You are wounded..." He was surprised to see a woman of her demeanor shrug off a serious injury as if it were a scratch. He is, for a moment, reminded of Clover - a thin woman with a bubbly exterior, but one who concealed strength beneath her smile. "What happened to you?"

stupid sexy spy general wanderings

[samson]

[ooc. also you are 100% clear to have her read brock's thoughts as needed, i should have mentioned this before!]

So far, Brock has managed to get through all this with minimal ridiculousness. Nobody has tried to kill him yet -- or at least nobody he would consider an actual threat. He thought that, with his higher score, more people would be up for getting him out of the way as soon as possible, but maybe more of the Tributes are like him than he thought: putting up with this because they have no choice, but under no rush to actually win so much as survive.

Survival is proving to be difficult in the spaceport, though. Less because of the other Tributes, and more because it is just so goddamn stupid. He's already spent more time than he'd like to admit playing with giant puzzles, after which he just kind of wound up in the place he started. It's frustrating.

He's considering breaking into another lab to give more puzzles a shot -- there has to be some point to them, he rationalizes -- when he hears somebody. He hadn't been paying close enough attention to his surroundings, and it's embarrassing, but not as embarrassing as his visceral reaction: he grabs the pair of scissors he's got tucked in his belt and flings it at the intruder like a throwing knife.

[belongsontv]

His thrown scissors clinks loudly against a glowing psychic shield Milla raises before they fall and clatter on the tiled floor.

"If your aim had been a little higher I would have gotten an interesting haircut, baby." The mental minx muses as she lands on the floor fully so Brock can hear her footsteps when she starts walking. Milla doesn't take having a weapon thrown at her particularly personally, with her line of work she's grown used to this sort of thing. At most she picks up the scissors herself as she walks her way over.

[samson]

Well. As embarrassing as that was, it could have been worse. Obviously. Brock does not really make it a habit to go around throwing projectiles at women, so he's glad that she... stopped it? Somehow?

He's a little in the dark about that, to be honest.

"Right," he says, watching her with what can only be described as a bug-eyed expression, though he's doing his best to not overreact. He's met magic people before. It's not really a big deal.

He holds his hands out for the scissors, perhaps a little foolishly confident that she's not going to stab him. "So... magic, huh?"

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[a_minute_younger]

Gary is far from cautious when he recognizes the voice calling him, spinning on his heel with the biggest, most relieved smile on his face imaginable. The Cornucopia had been such a mess that every familiar person he runs into is a small victory. Gary couldn't imagine trying to hide how happy he is to find them all again.

"Milla!" It should become apparent as soon as he starts to jog down the hall towards her that Gary is not in good shape. His movements are stiff and stilted, breathing uneven, one of his arms is bent awkwardly at his side and is pretty obviously broken; but if any of these ailments are causing him distress, Gary doesn't show it. "Much better now! Are you okay?"

[belongsontv]

"Good, good- I'm glad you're in one piece, dear." She gladly lands in her feet so she can survey the teenager properly. She gently settles a hand on his shoulder giving it a gentle squeeze. WIth his arm like it is, any hugs will have to wait.

"Though I'll be much better myself when you tell me what happened." She had an inkling he went for the Cornucopia, but with how much of a mess this station was anything could happen.

[a_minute_younger]

Hugs wait for nothing! Gary pulls Milla into a tight embrace with his working arm as soon as she's close enough. "It was awful," he says, voice thick and wavering. "There was this huge guy right in the middle of the Cornucopia, and I went to grab a box and he punched the shit outta me!" Which isn't wrong, necessarily, but he's left out that the 'huge guy' was going for the box first. Gary considers this a minor detail that doesn't need to be addressed. "I thought I was gonna die. Good thing they gave us our abilities back for this one, huh?" He doesn't wait for Milla to answer that. "--I didn't know you could fly!"

[celebrityskinned]

Something - someone - new blips into Milla's telepathy as Venus crawls out of the pocket dimension and back into reality down the hall. It's her first teleporting 'jump' of the day, and as such chilling her atoms back into order takes only a few seconds. She's fresh off five hours of sleep, and as such hasn't come anywhere near to taxing her powers out yet.

Her helmet hangs around her waist via a rigged-up strap; its turned up to make a cheap sort of bowl she can carry things in, like the world's most unflattering fanny pack. She slips into one of the science labs, one that she hasn't marked up on the map she's made, and starts to examine what's going on there. She opens cabinets and desks and dashboards, holds little vials up to the light.

When she pokes her head out of the lab to check for anybody sneaking up on her, she's right in Milla's view.

[belongsontv]

A new presence just coming into her telepathy's range already sets Milla on edge. The psychic settles on her feet for now, steadying herself on the ground as she feels Venus's presence become more solid. She isn't used to people just appearing, at least people who aren't Ford using his teleportation back home. By this point, Milla is genuinely hungry and frustrated at how closed off yet dislocated this space station is. She's had luck running into one or two people, but yet to find them again.

The Mental Minx frowns to herself, striking the room off from search worthy for now. Milla backs off when she sees the other woman, her heels likely clicking on the tiles.

[celebrityskinned]

"Is someone there?" Venus ducks back into the science room and then pokes her head out again, this time only enough to allow her eyes and forehead to appear. She sees nothing immediately, and so she emerges like a rat from hole, looking to follow.

If her allies hear her voice, they'll know better than to back off from her. That means she's likely dealing with a foe.

She teleports, zipping between realities to emerge a few feet from Milla, to her left.