[When Akane comes to her senses from her position in the top bunk, she will see a slightly older woman sitting on the bottom bunk. The woman has her back very straight, hands tightly gripping the mattress, and seems to be almost literally trying to glare a hole into the wall with her eyes, golden and marred with thin red rings. The better for focusing on her target, perhaps. Her expression is matter of fact, the focused gaze not forming wrinkles in her forehead. At length, the woman acknowledges Akane (perhaps scooting out to address the top bunk if necessary - she must not have missed even the tiniest signal, like the sound of breathing, to notice someone was there) and offers a thin smile, with a shrug that makes her braid fall behind her shoulder.]
Hello. You can call me Makima. It looks like we've been kidnapped.
for one (1) brave stranger
[Makima walks down the stairs into the incinerator with purpose, her strides making her long black overcoat flutter very dramatically. She walks in a circle around the perimeter of the room, looking up at its industrial ceiling with wide, dull eyes. Then she walks to the center console, squares her hands by her sides, and says something in a clear voice, much closer to "loud" than she's gotten in a while.]
Come save me, Chainsaw Man.
[The sound of the swaying ship is the only answer.]
for anyone
[Makima is sitting on a chair in the mess hall, hands folded in her lap, expression placid. She's conducted diligent patrols and now she must see no more efficient option than waiting for something to happen...]
Well, I certainly hope we won't be stuck here long enough that we have to bring our food all this way from the kitchen. Did you happen to spot any kind of cart?
((OOC: you are also welcome to wildcard Makima walking all around the ship and cordially saying hi.))
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[When Akane comes to her senses from her position in the top bunk, she will see a slightly older woman sitting on the bottom bunk. The woman has her back very straight, hands tightly gripping the mattress, and seems to be almost literally trying to glare a hole into the wall with her eyes, golden and marred with thin red rings. The better for focusing on her target, perhaps. Her expression is matter of fact, the focused gaze not forming wrinkles in her forehead. At length, the woman acknowledges Akane (perhaps scooting out to address the top bunk if necessary - she must not have missed even the tiniest signal, like the sound of breathing, to notice someone was there) and offers a thin smile, with a shrug that makes her braid fall behind her shoulder.]
Hello. You can call me Makima. It looks like we've been kidnapped.
for one (1) brave stranger
[Makima walks down the stairs into the incinerator with purpose, her strides making her long black overcoat flutter very dramatically. She walks in a circle around the perimeter of the room, looking up at its industrial ceiling with wide, dull eyes. Then she walks to the center console, squares her hands by her sides, and says something in a clear voice, much closer to "loud" than she's gotten in a while.]
Come save me, Chainsaw Man.
[The sound of the swaying ship is the only answer.]
for anyone
[Makima is sitting on a chair in the mess hall, hands folded in her lap, expression placid. She's conducted diligent patrols and now she must see no more efficient option than waiting for something to happen...]
Well, I certainly hope we won't be stuck here long enough that we have to bring our food all this way from the kitchen. Did you happen to spot any kind of cart?
((OOC: you are also welcome to wildcard Makima walking all around the ship and cordially saying hi.))