User Name/Nick:Ari
User LJ: rivin
AIM/IM: FallenSun13
E-mail: [email protected]
Other Characters: T'Pol, Tim, Cooper

Character Name: Olive Penderghast
Series: Easy A
Age: 17
From When?: Around Olive's crisis of faith, right after walking out of the Catholic church, after her confession of uselessness.

Inmate/Warden: Warden; Olive is a very normal teenager, but she has a real knack for helping people - even if it's in a really, really weird way.
Item: The vibrator she got from Brandon for her first fake tryst.

Abilities/Powers: A wit on par with Juno and the ability to actually read Hawthorne. Otherwise, nothing.

Personality: Olive is about as down-to-earth-normal as it can get. She's a girl of the twenty-first century, a seventeen-year-old whose immediate aspirations involve getting into college and getting out of her hometown. But as normal as she is, Olive has her quirks, all of which she'd say came from spending seventeen years in Ojai, California. How many kids can say they've been smacked in the face by their best friend's mother's breast? Despite coming off as an introvert, Olive takes on social situations with extrovert tendencies: she's witty and quippy, she doesn't fumble over her words - most of the time - and she doesn't cave to insecurity.

Usually. She is only seventeen, after all.

Olive's greatest asset is the way she lets embarrassment wash off her. A lot of teenagers succumb to peer pressure and peer thought, but Olive manages to get by without paying too much attention to it. It's an ability that comes with sacrifices, of course; even Olive is susceptible to bemoaning the fact that she's socially invisible. It was rarely something she found upsetting - Olive has had a good life, and if having a small Facebook friends list is the only thing she has to complain about, well. She doesn't see the point of complaining.

The problem is that despite approaching most situations in a way that a lot of adults don't seem capable of, Olive still falls prey to the typical desires of a high school girl. She can talk the big talk, she can even walk the walk - until some obstacle gets thrown in her path. Olive likes people paying attention to her. She likes getting attention. She likes people wanting her attention. It's an awesome feeling - it's like being wanted, and even without some traumatic past resulting in an awful, clingy need to feel just that, everyone wants to feel wanted, even by complete strangers.

So it was never high on her list of things to achieve. She still liked it when it started happening.

With a tendency to go with the flow, Olive has a bad habit of accidentally letting people walk over her. She isn't a doormat: strangers won't ever get the option. But Olive has a very stupid brand of loyalty, that allows her to put up with a lot of shit from the people she's been through thick and thin with, even when thin gets to be the norm. Her relationship with Rhiannon makes that pretty clear: they've be friends for years, and even though Rhi leaves a good deal to be desired in a friend, Olive sticks with her up until she loses her temper.

An speaking of? That temper is there. It's slow to build up, but it's there; occasionally situations come up frequently enough that Olive doesn't have a witty response for - you know, very infrequently - but when she reaches boiling point, she tends to go off and sew red A's to all her clothing, or hit on the guy her best friend has been crushing on for years. She doesn't do anything half-assed: either Olive ignores the social consciousness completely, or she goes all the way to make a name for herself. Most of her life has been spent doing the former, but she's pretty damn goo at pulling out all the stops in brand new situations. Basically, she can adapt - and quickly.

Olive is also weirdly selfless. She sacrifices her reputation (sort of) to help raise the reputations of others, which spiraled her down a road with all kinds of twists and turns that she didn't expect. Despite eventually taking money for the privilege of saying she'd slept with them, her focus was never on her new income; sure, it paid for her hot new wardrobe, and some things she'd been wanting...but it wasn't something she started doing to fill her pockets. The money was a qualifier that made her feel legitimate. It was something she agreed to because she is a sucker for seeing people who are miserable. She doesn't like seeing people suffer, and if there's something she can do, she will, no matter the consequences.

And along the line of consequences, Olive has an odd little habit of accidentally finding herself in trouble. Despite being very careful about her whore couture meeting school dress codes, Olive's tendency to be too smart for her own good tends to bite her in the ass. She treats adults like peers which, when you're seventeen, really isn't a good thing. It makes associating between age groups awkward sometimes, and meeting standards difficult. But it's also hard to dumb yourself down: Olive does well in school, and not even her reliving Hester Prynne's life changed that.

Olive's also prone to embarrassing herself with impromptu song and dance concerts in a desperate attempt to relive an awesome eighties movie. Her life goals are odd.

Path to Redemption: --

History: Movie plot.

Olive grew up in a very liberal little town in California. She was born to Rosemary and Dill Penderghast, the middle of three children: her older brother Kale, and her younger brother Chip. Yes. They all have plant-y names. Except for Chip. But Chip was adopted, so he gets to be a little outside the norm anyway. Olive's life was basically normal through early high school. Normal for, you know, California, anyway. With cooky parents. Then, of course, she had to closely examine the Scarlet Letter by reliving it through school. Good times.

Sample Journal Entry: [Olive situates the camera, sitting at her desk and peering over her shoulder at her room. There are some clothes visible on the floor peeking out from behind her bed, and on the floor is what looks like a bunch of little red pieces of cloth. It's hard to tell that they're A's.

Olive smiles, and scratches the back of her neck.] So this is kind of weird. I keep thinking my parents are about to walk in, but no, it's just a crazy, kind of creepy boat hallway outside. So. No worry about that, I guess.

...Well this is awkward. So, uh, hi, my name's Olive. Penderghast, for what it's worth. Aaand I'm a new warden here. On your boat. Of the Damned, or whatever you guys call it. You'd think a giant ship sailing through outer space would have a title a little more, I don't know...flamboyant? Than 'The Barge.'

Right, so, questions. This thing does filters, right? Like friends lists on livejournal and facebook and blogspot? Oh and Private stuff, it does that too, right? Hang on, I think I found--

[Private]

[Yes, she found the function, awesome. She waves at the camera. Pauses. Scratches the back of her head.] I got a pocket, got a pocket full of sunshine... Oh my God, that song is going to be in my head for the rest of - I'm talking to myself, that's a good sign.

[Public again!]

Never mind! Got it. Totally. Under. Control.

Next question! These warden Item...things. Are they usually, uh. Weird and varied objects? [Muttered:] Or am I just reeeaaally lucky.

Man, this is just like blogging. Except, people almost never reply on there, but, you know. Don't let holding to traditional norms stop you.

[And added some time later:] One more question, and points if you can tell me this, but who knows what a lemon squeeze and/or melon bag is?

Sample RP: Zzzzzz rrrrzzzzzz.

Oh Christ. There it was again.

Olive threw her blankets off for what she was pretty sure was the ump-fucking-teenth time and rolled bleary eyed out of bed. On her desk was the vibrator Brandon had given her back home. Which happened to double as her Warden Item. Which seemed really, really weird, but she wasn't about to argue with the all seeing or doing or whatever guy that had brought her here. Sure, a vibrator as a master key. Why not.

Except it kept going off and it was driving her crazy. Olive picked it up and banged it down against the desk, glaring at it. The vibration stopped, and she turned to head back to bed, pausing to look back, to see if it was fooling her. It had one that four times already. But no, it seemed to be down for the count. She hoped. Crawling back into bed, Olive collapsed onto her pillow, sheets all askew, and she drooled copiously by morning.

When her Item woke her up again. Rrrrrrzzzzrrrzz. She cursed against her drooly pillow and eventually rolled over to glower at the ceiling. This sucked. Worst morning ever. The Vibrator got banged against the desk again - twice - three times before it went off. An hour later, it was shoved into her bag as she headed off for the mess hall. The bag sat on the table, the vibrator sat in the bag, and Olive stared at it as the whole fucking table hummed.

Brandon had bought her a possessed vibrator. There was no other explanation to it. She was going to kick his ass if she ever saw him again. Maybe he'd wind up here, and she could use it to beat the crap out of him with it. Maybe it was just he sleep deprivation talking.

Later, in the pool, it went zzzzzvrrrr on the nearest dry bench. She eyed it every time she came up for air.

In the pub, it sat, in her bag once more, on an empty stool beside her as she sipped a beer that was way better than anything she'd ever had at Melody Bostic's house, and wondered if it would stop vibrating if she drowned it in a vat of beer.

She didn't bother bringing it to dinner. The lack of humming was actually jarring after spending most of the day with it arbitrarily turning on. And that night, she stared it down while wearing her pjs, eyes narrowed.

"You are not going to turn on tonight," she said firmly. Olive grabbed a book. "You are going to stay off and let me sleep tonight. Or I am going to chuck you over the rail on deck." She made sure the switch was firmly in the off position, then wedged the vibrator between her lamp and the book, hoping that would keep it there. Then, slowly, as if any little creak would set it off again, she crawled into bed, and finally settled down to sleep.

The utter lack of white noise made sleeping nearly impossible.

Special Notes: Trade in for B'Elanna

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User Name/Nick: Ari
User DW: zenith
AIM/IM: FallenSun13, with_discipline
E-mail: [email protected]
Other Characters: Morgana, Erik, Arya, Bond

Character Name: Olive Penderghast
Series: Easy A
Age: 17
From When?: Post movie

Inmate/Warden: Still a warden! Olive likes helping people, and really, who can resist time and space? Don't ever let her meet a Doctor
Item: The giant vibrator Brandon gave her. What is life without humor and embarrassment.

Abilities/Powers: None, besides a Juno level wit and the rare ability to read and understand Hawthorne.

Personality: Olive is about as down-to-earth-normal as it can get. She's a girl of the twenty-first century, a seventeen-year-old whose immediate aspirations involve getting into college and getting out of her hometown. But as normal as she is, Olive has her quirks, all of which she'd say came from spending seventeen years in Ojai, California. How many kids can say they've been smacked in the face by their best friend's mother's breast? Despite coming off as an introvert, Olive takes on social situations with extrovert tendencies: she's witty and quippy, she doesn't fumble over her words - most of the time - and she doesn't cave to insecurity.

Usually. She is only seventeen, after all.

Olive's greatest asset is the way she lets embarrassment wash off her. A lot of teenagers succumb to peer pressure and peer thought, but Olive manages to get by without paying too much attention to it. It's an ability that comes with sacrifices, of course; even Olive is susceptible to bemoaning the fact that she's socially invisible. It was rarely something she found upsetting - Olive has had a good life, and if having a small Facebook friends list is the only thing she has to complain about, well. She doesn't see the point of complaining.

The problem is that despite approaching most situations in a way that a lot of adults don't seem capable of, Olive still falls prey to the typical desires of a high school girl. She can talk the big talk, she can even walk the walk - until some obstacle gets thrown in her path. Olive likes people paying attention to her. She likes getting attention. She likes people wanting her attention. It's an awesome feeling - it's like being wanted, and even without some traumatic past resulting in an awful, clingy need to feel just that, everyone wants to feel wanted, even by complete strangers.

So it was never high on her list of things to achieve. She still liked it when it started happening.

With a tendency to go with the flow, Olive has a bad habit of accidentally letting people walk over her. She isn't a doormat: strangers won't ever get the option. But Olive has a very stupid brand of loyalty, that allows her to put up with a lot of shit from the people she's been through thick and thin with, even when thin gets to be the norm. Her relationship with Rhiannon makes that pretty clear: they've be friends for years, and even though Rhi leaves a good deal to be desired in a friend, Olive sticks with her up until she loses her temper.

And speaking of - that temper is there. It's slow to build up, but it's there; occasionally situations arise where Olive doesn't have a witty response for - you know, very infrequently - but when she reaches boiling point, she tends to go off and sew red A's to all her clothing, or hit on the guy her best friend has been crushing on for years. She doesn't do anything half-assed: either Olive ignores the social consciousness completely, or she goes all the way to make a name for herself. Most of her life has been spent doing the former, but she's pretty damn good at pulling out all the stops in brand new situations. Basically, she can adapt - and quickly.

Olive is also weirdly selfless. She sacrifices her reputation (sort of) to help raise the reputations of others, which spiraled her down a road with all kinds of twists and turns that she didn't expect. Despite eventually taking money for the privilege of saying she'd slept with them, her focus was never on her new income; sure, it paid for her hot new wardrobe, and some things she'd been wanting...but it wasn't something she started doing to fill her pockets. The money was a qualifier that made her feel legitimate. It was something she agreed to because she is a sucker for seeing people who are miserable. She doesn't like seeing people suffer, and if there's something she can do, she will, no matter the consequences.

And along the line of consequences, Olive has an odd little habit of accidentally finding herself in trouble. Despite being very careful about her whore couture meeting school dress codes, Olive's tendency to be too smart for her own good tends to bite her in the ass. She treats adults like peers which, when you're seventeen, really isn't a good thing. It makes associating between age groups awkward sometimes, and meeting standards difficult. But it's also hard to dumb yourself down: Olive does well in school, and not even her reliving Hester Prynne's life changed that.

Olive's also prone to embarrassing herself with impromptu song and dance concerts in a desperate attempt to relive an awesome eighties movie. Her life goals are tops.

Barge Update: Olive had a rough time on the Barge. She only spent about six months here last time, but in that period she met a Barge twin and learned about a handful of other women who shared her face. It wasn't broached with as much calm as she'd like to think. In fact, it wore at her more and more the longer she was here: she came to the Barge to escape the stigma she'd invented for herself, but it's a terrible environment to start feeling good about your decisions in. She spent a lot of time feeling young, inexperienced, and stupid; she spent way too much time feeling like she wasn't good enough. It definitely had its effect, and it's not something she's eager to repeat. But since returning home, she's more comfortable with who she is, where she's going, and how she's getting there. The Barge made her feel very out of control of her life, but it also put things in perspective for her.

Sure, her high school experience is out of the ordinary. Sure, the few weeks that led up to her first coming to the Barge were unpleasant. But she met people with actual issues on board, and spent those six months realizing that helping people isn't a purely self serving thing. Sometimes you do it just because you want to help, and that was a great realization for her. But it also helped her realize that you can't lay down and be walked over in the name of helping someone. Between that and putting everything back to rights in Ojai, she feels better about coming back. Olive's grown, and she still wants to help people, and this time she's determined not to let her on self-consciousness worm in and make that difficult.

Plus, she misses her friends, and really - who can blame her?

Barge Reactions: Olive is coming back with memories - or as much as I can remember, anyway - so it won't be quite so shocking this time around. She'll still going to boggle at people she recognizes as 'fictional,' but in an 'oh my god meeting your heroes' way. She's easy going, and at this point will probably take most of the crap the Barge could throw at her in stride - but not without commentary. There are still things she'll be unprepared for, of course - any port like Silent Hill will not leave her in any kind of positive place - but she's grown since she was here last, and that'll reflect in how she deals with the Barge.

As a warden she'll be friendly and maybe a bit of a push over sometimes, depending on her inmate, but firm - and stubborn - when it comes to the wire. Olive is still a very bright girl, and she's come around to being comfortable with who she is - which means she's going to be snarky and demand her inmate's involvement in semi-regular dance parties.

Path to Redemption: --

History: Movie plot.

Olive grew up in a very liberal little town in California. She was born to Rosemary and Dill Penderghast, the middle of three children: her older brother Kale, and her younger brother Chip. Yes. They all have plant-y names. Except for Chip. But Chip was adopted, so he gets to be a little outside the norm anyway. Olive's life was basically normal through early high school. Normal for, you know, California, anyway. With kooky parents. Then, of course, she had to closely examine the Scarlet Letter by reliving it through school. Good times.

Barge Update: On the Barge, Olive made good connections with a bunch of people, and some not so excellent ones with a few. She went through a trip to the mirror Barge and remained unaffected which was, you know, slightly hellish and she never, ever wants to do it again. For a while it looked like it might just crush her, and she certainly felt that way, but Olive gets through things with an indomitable sense of humor, and she managed to pull through. Her inmate, Heero Yuy, graduated (after a brief disappearance that saw her house of cards caving in; she was staying strong to see him get his second chance, and when it looked like that was all for nothing she paid a very public visit to the pub) and essentially went back home to fight a war; that realization, plus the fact that he's a few years younger than her - not to mention the acquaintances she made with several other people on board - convinced her that she was being silly and selfish, and that all she'd been doing by coming to the Barge was running away. Wardens learn things to, and that's the lesson the Admiral taught her: that you can't run from your problems, you have to face them head on. What right did she have to tell her next inmate to take control of their lives when she was avoiding doing just that?

So she left, and she made some changes. She wrested control back from the masses, fooled them all into listening to the truth, and got herself a musical number for no apparent reason. All in all she's very happy with how things played out. And now that she doesn't have her reputation as a harlot hanging over her head anymore, she's decided to come back to the Barge. Maybe her deal will be for an automatic acceptance to NYU. Who knows? But it definitely won't be to erase everything that happened, because you have to take the bad with the good. And that's exactly what she intends to do on the Barge.

Sample Journal Entry: [The video clicks on, and there is a certain redhead back on screen with a smile armed and ready. Bring it, Barge.]

So I'm guessing a whole lot of time has passed because it's only been like, a month for me and I refuse to be surprised by how tricksy the Admiral can be anymore. So what was the last flood? [She falls silent for a moment, clearly flipping through the network.] ...Okay I take back that thing about surprise. What was it, 'anything he feels like' day? ...Three days? Whatever. Did this place get weirder while I was gone?

Oh god, it got weirder, didn't it. This is going to be a trip.

[She makes a show of squaring her shoulders, though, and purses her lips briefly.] How about a role call to make it better? Who's still here? ...Did anyone come back? Martha? Jon? Heero? Rex? ...Witchita? [She's still not sure how she feels about the face twin thing, but at least it doesn't appear to bother her as much as it used to; she looks plenty comfortable with herself, now. At least, a little more than she did just before she left.]

I'm sure at some point I will hate this cliche and stop doing it, but that day is not today - Bueller? Please tell me Bueller is on board.
Sample RP: Zzzzzz rrrrzzzzzz.

Oh Christ. There it was again.

Olive threw her blankets off for what she was pretty sure was the ump-fucking-teenth time and rolled bleary eyed out of bed. On her desk was the vibrator Brandon had given her back home. Which happened to double as her Warden Item. Which seemed really, really weird, but she wasn't about to argue with the all seeing or doing or whatever guy that had brought her here. Sure, a vibrator as a master key. Why not.

Except it kept going off and it was driving her crazy. Olive picked it up and banged it down against the desk, glaring at it. The vibration stopped, and she turned to head back to bed, pausing to look back, to see if it was fooling her. It had one that four times already. But no, it seemed to be down for the count. She hoped. Crawling back into bed, Olive collapsed onto her pillow, sheets all askew, and she drooled copiously by morning.

When her Item woke her up again. Rrrrrrzzzzrrrzz. She cursed against her drooly pillow and eventually rolled over to glower at the ceiling. This sucked. Worst morning ever. The Vibrator got banged against the desk again - twice - three times before it went off. An hour later, it was shoved into her bag as she headed off for the mess hall. The bag sat on the table, the vibrator sat in the bag, and Olive stared at it as the whole fucking table hummed.

Brandon had bought her a possessed vibrator. There was no other explanation to it. She was going to kick his ass if she ever saw him again. Maybe he'd wind up here, and she could use it to beat the crap out of him with it. Maybe it was just he sleep deprivation talking.

Later, in the pool, it went zzzzzvrrrr on the nearest dry bench. She eyed it every time she came up for air.

In the pub, it sat, in her bag once more, on an empty stool beside her as she sipped a beer that was way better than anything she'd ever had at Melody Bostic's house, and wondered if it would stop vibrating if she drowned it in a vat of beer.

She didn't bother bringing it to dinner. The lack of humming was actually jarring after spending most of the day with it arbitrarily turning on. And that night, she stared it down while wearing her pjs, eyes narrowed.

"You are not going to turn on tonight," she said firmly. Olive grabbed a book. "You are going to stay off and let me sleep tonight. Or I am going to chuck you over the rail on deck." She made sure the switch was firmly in the off position, then wedged the vibrator between her lamp and the book, hoping that would keep it there. Then, slowly, as if any little creak would set it off again, she crawled into bed, and finally settled down to sleep.

The utter lack of white noise made sleeping nearly impossible.

Special Notes: --