When it rains, look for rainbows.
Even the confirmation of their purpose isn't enough to discourage her participation, skipping happily along the deck. She gives her brother a mischievous grin, twirling her finger around the rainbow strand accenting her blonde hair and giving him a light bump with her shoulder. "I don't do 'less'." As evidenced by her literal everything. A rainbow can't be bottled, and a supernova can't be minimized. But for Vespy, she would try not to be too much.
Walking up, the captain is exactly what she expects, serious and commanding with a blunt lack of introduction. It dispels a lot of the questions she has, but she still wants to find out how far she can push it, so when he finishes, she asks innocently, "Do we get souvenirs after?" Tours should come with fashionable merch. Nova doesn't hide the playful smile from her face, but she keeps the bright chiming laughter in her mind, busts of colorful starlight scattering through sparse thoughts of Jack's stick-up-the-butt attitude, knowing perfectly well that Vesper could hear it.
However, before he gets the chance to respond, Nova lets Caly drag her towards their first task. Manual labor doesn't really go with her outfit, and she's eternally grateful for the crew's attention now, shooting her sister a knowing look before laying the charm on thick. "I think we can make it fun." A few winks and sways of her hips have the big, strong men jumping to do their bidding. It's almost too easy, and she finds herself looking for something to do. Caly's suggestion has her taking in the discarded items, ideas sparkling behind her eyes before she lands on something particularly enticing.
Sitting atop an empty wooden crate, Nova spends her time collecting the old torn sails, abandoned clothes, and other scrap cloths along with any extra bottles or broken glass from people as they pass. She flashes her sister a sharp smile filled with artistic chaos. A few crewmates continue to glance her way, whether with curiosity or hopes for another wink, but she pays them minimal attention, humming a sweet tune while filling the bottles with colorful pieces of sparkling glass and flammable liquid before sealing it with whatever fun patterned or dyed cloth happened to fit. Each completed piece glitters in the sunlight dangerously before Nova gives it an approving smile, setting it amongst the others in the crate. She doesn't think Jack will mind some extra ammunition, and she half hopes he'll let them throw a few once their done.
Nova helps Calypso manipulate the crew into doing most of the heavy lifting while she repurposes old bottles and cloth to make colorful molotovs.
Walking up, the captain is exactly what she expects, serious and commanding with a blunt lack of introduction. It dispels a lot of the questions she has, but she still wants to find out how far she can push it, so when he finishes, she asks innocently, "Do we get souvenirs after?" Tours should come with fashionable merch. Nova doesn't hide the playful smile from her face, but she keeps the bright chiming laughter in her mind, busts of colorful starlight scattering through sparse thoughts of Jack's stick-up-the-butt attitude, knowing perfectly well that Vesper could hear it.
However, before he gets the chance to respond, Nova lets Caly drag her towards their first task. Manual labor doesn't really go with her outfit, and she's eternally grateful for the crew's attention now, shooting her sister a knowing look before laying the charm on thick. "I think we can make it fun." A few winks and sways of her hips have the big, strong men jumping to do their bidding. It's almost too easy, and she finds herself looking for something to do. Caly's suggestion has her taking in the discarded items, ideas sparkling behind her eyes before she lands on something particularly enticing.
Sitting atop an empty wooden crate, Nova spends her time collecting the old torn sails, abandoned clothes, and other scrap cloths along with any extra bottles or broken glass from people as they pass. She flashes her sister a sharp smile filled with artistic chaos. A few crewmates continue to glance her way, whether with curiosity or hopes for another wink, but she pays them minimal attention, humming a sweet tune while filling the bottles with colorful pieces of sparkling glass and flammable liquid before sealing it with whatever fun patterned or dyed cloth happened to fit. Each completed piece glitters in the sunlight dangerously before Nova gives it an approving smile, setting it amongst the others in the crate. She doesn't think Jack will mind some extra ammunition, and she half hopes he'll let them throw a few once their done.
Nova helps Calypso manipulate the crew into doing most of the heavy lifting while she repurposes old bottles and cloth to make colorful molotovs.
When it's dark, look for stars.
Nova
