[Gortys nudges the door; it's fairly obvious that her own body is her warden item, and it opens obligingly for her.
Inside is Fiona and Sasha's old caravan, and Gortys' first and so far only 'home'. She's spent longer on the ship than she has being alive in her own world by now, and it shows.
The caravan-cabin is small, barely fitting the three full-grown people it must have carried at some point. There's an old dresser, and a game table that Gortys immediately goes to. Guns line the walls; some from Fiona and Sasha but still others that Gortys probably collected herself over the months spent here.
There's a door on the other side of the caravan which leads to a bathroom she never had a need to use.]
Gotcha!
[she calls out, withdrawing the board game from where it had been stashed protectively underneath one of the sofa seats.]
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[Gortys nudges the door; it's fairly obvious that her own body is her warden item, and it opens obligingly for her.
Inside is Fiona and Sasha's old caravan, and Gortys' first and so far only 'home'. She's spent longer on the ship than she has being alive in her own world by now, and it shows.
The caravan-cabin is small, barely fitting the three full-grown people it must have carried at some point. There's an old dresser, and a game table that Gortys immediately goes to. Guns line the walls; some from Fiona and Sasha but still others that Gortys probably collected herself over the months spent here.
There's a door on the other side of the caravan which leads to a bathroom she never had a need to use.]
Gotcha!
[she calls out, withdrawing the board game from where it had been stashed protectively underneath one of the sofa seats.]