everlastingpieces | First Song

[When the video feed comes on, all Bargelings are treated to the sight of what looks like a rotting corpse. In fact, that's pretty close to the truth: she's a zombie, body half-decomposed, skin a rotten green and lips blue, body partially dismembered and held together with stitches. She's sitting on the floor of her room in a lotus position, dressed in hippie garb and looking badly in need of a bath.]

Brothers and sisters: greetings. I am Mariska, Zombie Queen of Psychedelia. One of the...ahah...infamous Dark Purveyors.

[She's staring with a great and creepy intensity at the screen, one eye a milky, filmed-over pale blue, the other eye yellow. Her voice has a rather inhuman resonance, but aside from that, and the slow, relaxed way she's speaking and the soft laughter...she sounds just like Amanda Young.]

I just arrived, and I must say, this is a really heavy trip to be dealing with. Seems like I stepped outside the boundaries of the universe, and while I've read enough on this device to get the gist of this vessel, the particulars are unknown to me. I seek those truths. My mind and heart are open to whatever you're willing to tell me. If you're looking for payment, I have no money...ahahahaa...but I'll gladly trade you a song.

[There's a large sitar in her lap, painted in swirling colors and patterns.]

Share your names and speak vibrantly, children. Hahahaaa...

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[SARCASTIC SLAYER ALERT.]

Ooh, do the part where you laugh all scary-like again.

It's funny.

[Mariska isn't miffed. It takes a lot to tick her off.]

Oh, ahahaaa. It's not meant to be scary, Sister, so no need for sarcasm. It's just the way I speak.

Right. So you pause to laugh multiple times in a sentence? Good to know. Cause woah would my face be red if I thought you were laughing at one of my jokes when it's just the way you speak.

Since we're already on the topic of really annoying habits, I'm not really a big fan of nicknames. Call me Buffy.

Sister Buffy, we're a-ha-haaaall brothers and sisters in the grand design. Let's be kind to one another.

[Eyebrow raise.]

Uh-huh. So the drug useage, not just recreational. Noted.

Let me get this straight.. Psychedelic-Zombie-Queen that embraces peace, love, family, and rejects bathing?

Is it so hard to believe? I've been a "hippie" since life. It's who I am, how I am. I mean it like it is, like it sounds.

[Mariska strums her sitar, and sings a few lines from one of the songs from Hair. She has an amazing singing voice.]

Walking proudly in our winter coats
Wearing smells from laboratories...

[She trails off, plucking a few extra notes and smiling.]

And I prefer to be all-natural.

[Have a brief ew-face from Buffy. She's... not really buying it.] Wow, and I bet the smell of rotting flesh really adds something special.

So.. you don't get the craving to kill people and eat their flesh. And you're not controlled by an evil zombie-master.

That's good. Cause if you did, there are more than enough people here capable of bringing you down.

I'm my own master, in charge of my own destiny...unless a human summons me to the world of the living. Then, and only then, am I bound to obey.

..Neat.

Well, welcome to the barge. You're dead. ..Again. It's more final this time. You're an inmate, should have reduced powers, blah blah, oh, and yeah, cause any trouble of the eating people variety and I'll hack you to pieces before you can finish chewing. Got it?

I've died more than once, child. It doesn't trouble me.

[She raises one hand, palm up, and light begins to emerge there. It gathers into the shape of a butterfly, all shimmering in pink, purple, blue and green. She blows it gently off her hand, and it begins to lazily flutter around her.

She is just the most un-zombie-like zombie ever.]

I still have some powers, ahaaa. That's nice. I'd be sad if I couldn't make my butterflies...

That's not as uncommon as you might think.

[Giiiiirl, you are so much creepier than the modern-variety zombies.]

Yeah, you go.. Do that.. make.. butterflies.

Thank you, Sister Buffy. I think I will.

[The butterfly perches on her head. Mariska turns her eyes up in an attempt to glimpse it, as a iridescent, translucent bubble emerges from somewhere within her and expands to enclose her. She floats off the floor, legs still crossed before her, and frowns a little when she stops four feet off the ground.]

Oh, that's not very high at all...

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slayage - Date: 2012-07-22 04:10 am (UTC) - Expand

[She hears this, too, and boy, does she not like it. Buffy, you're going to have some words with your werewolf girlfriend.]

Excuse me, Buffy, do you think you could refrain from threatening the new inmates on first chat?

[Oh god here we go again.]

Sure. As soon as the admiral stops bringing aboard the ones that eat people.

And I'm certain if I look in the backlogs, I'll find you making similar threats to Mr. Russo and Mr. Blake, won't I.

One, don't know Mr. Russo. Two? Blake killed me. There were probably some threats after I was able to walk again.

[Private]

How about how many times I've actually followed through on the threats? Sometimes some inmates need a bad guy. Since I'm already labeled as one, why the hell not?