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Maggie Gyllenhaal as Mopsus Doe del Boccyo |
Name: |
Mopsus Doe del Boccyo |
Callsign: |
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AKA: |
'Snatch' |
Age: |
23 |
Branch: |
Navy |
Faction: |
Military |
Organization: |
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Department: |
Engineering Department |
Position: |
Technician |
Rank: |
Petty Officer 3 |
Ship: |
Genesis |
Homeworld: |
Aerelon |
Actor: |
Maggie Gyllenhaal |
A sudden blow—
The great wings beating, still
Above the staggering girl,
Her thighs caressed
By the dark webs,
Her nape caught in his bill,
He holds her helpless breast upon his breast.
How can those terrified, vague fingers push
His feathered glory from her loosening thighs?
And how can body, laid in that white rush
But feel the strange heart beating where it lies?
A shudder in the loins engenders there—
The broken wall,
The burning roof and tower,
And Agamemnon—
Dead.
Being so caught up,
So mastered by the brute blood of the air,
Can she put on his knowledge with his power
Before the indifferent beak could let her drop?
-WB Yeats
BCH
Mopsus Doe del Boccyo comes from the small town of Swanshire in the Aerelon Springs district of Aerelon— the sticks of the sticks of the sticks. It sports about twenty five feet of paved road, three common buildings and a small shrine to the Dioscuri, featuring a wooden carving showing Leda being raped by Zeus in the form of a swan. The rest of Swanshire is nothing but the sprawling farms of its fifteen families. There's a shipping warehouse about twenty miles from Main Street, where Snatch worked since she was twelve, leaving school (such as it was) in order to help her family with the bills. She had small fingers and was put to work dealing with machinery, and was one of the kids there lucky and nimble enough to get through it with her hands intact. When she was 18 she enlisted in the military, less due to patriotism and more because her family farm was on the verge of foreclosure due to the comglomeration of large corporate farming syndicates across the planet. Her reading skills are minimal and her manners backwater, but she's quite bright, and has picked up the mechanical trade with great efficiency. She's no master of the art, yet, but she's a top-notch grunt, good at taking orders and plowing through work, her sense of duty to her family bolstering her sense of duty to the military. She was nicknamed 'Snatch' for her predilection for wandering off with parts that others had thrown away but she still considered worthy of repair— her bunk is a regular minefield of sharp and pokey things she's in the middle of fixing up in her spare time. She sends home the greater portion of her every paycheck, as well as such parts as she's put back together. It's estimated that in her four years of military service she's weaseled away enough garbage to mail home an entire Raptor, bit by bit.
ACH
Mopsus Doe took the holocaust about as poorly as should be expected. She'd only taken a military post in order to help her momma and pappa keep their farm. After she'd helped them build up a tidy bank balance, her plans were to return to Aerelon, get herself hitched to her sweetheart and take over running the farm so that her parents could retire. A few brats (read: free field hands) later, the natural cycle would start itself over again, and she'd raise a family in the same house she was raised in. With her motivation to work suddenly disappeared, Mopsus Doe grew spiteful and hateful of the work itself. It didn't get any better when it turned out that the fleet was going to turn tail and run rather than let her get back home and help her parents shoot the Cylons off of their farm like so many carcajou. Several foiled and immensely frustrating attempts to go AWOL later, Mopsus Doe decided to take a long walk off of a short maintainance platform.
Contrary to her plans, she survived— in a manner of speaking. After counselling both religious and secular, her Captain exhorted her to build a new life rather than give up for despair of losing the old one. She's taken the advice to heart. Maybe a little too much. Hopefully soon she'll find a balance, but for now she's just a vaguely troubled girl.
Since her return from sickbay she's been assigned to the training of a new recruit, Jonah Quill, whom she's helpfully nicknamed Doc. It keeps her occupied.
Recent Developments
Having mis-read a poster which was subsequently taken down, Snatch got it into her mind that Command was considering making marriage and childbearing compulsory to all females in the crew. While this law got repealed, Snatch thought it was a perfectly sensible idea. She'd be about ready to get married, anyhow, had she plans to return home at the end of her current tour (which is just about up). Her mother had arranged for her cousin to court her when she was fourteen, and he proposed to her at seventeen. Their marriage plans were put briefly on hold for her two-year stint in the military… then put on hold again when she re-upped. All in all she's feeling very old, four years past marriageable, and she's decided she wants a husband and children. She's not particularly interested in getting courted again— she's been through all that before— she just wants a husband.
She first asked Rhea, who's taken on the unofficial role of Snatch's surrogate mother, to find her one (her real mother, of course, no longer able to do so), and was told to go find one herself.
She asked the Doc and was promptly turned down.
She had her eye on the Sheriff for a while, but he's confided in her that he's unable to produce children.
The Sheriff, however, has taken on the job of finding Mopsus Doe someone to marry her. She's very glad it's out of her hands, at last.
Mopsus Doe has officially re-upped, signing a contract for another two years' work for her Cap'm.
Mopsus Doe may or may not have 'liberated' a certain very attractive weapon she'd had her eye on from the Nebula before it got left.
After the surprise!evac of the Nebula, Mopsus Doe came home to Genesis in time to put a bit of lead in some Cylons, herself. A couple of those buggers went down when she shot them, too, though she certainly wasn't the only one shooting at the time. It felt -good,- though. She also proved that she's got a mouth on her worthy to be called a sailor's. Oh, would mamma slap her around to hear such language from her baby girl.
She also got herself shot in the head. Which wasn't as bad as it sounds. She had to get her hair chopped off— it's about the length it is in the picture above, now.
Somewhat worse than getting shot in the head was finding out that the Doc, who had turned down her proposal of marriage on the pretext that he never intended to marry, had then turned around and gotten himself engaged to someone else. That one stung. A lot.
Construction of the duck hatches on the Carina are almost completed. Job well done, as far as Mopsus Doe is concerned. Now just to post someone outside that hatch with a gun to ward off pesky cityfolk. Worse than carcajou, some of them are.
Quarter rations are being rather hard on Mopsus Doe, whose appetite in peacetime verges on the prodigious. A few 'jellies,' as she calls them, aren't enough to keep her from being very, very surly.
- Sunshine & Warm Soil
- Big Guns
- Her Family
- Her Sweetheart
- Good Food
- Honest Labor
- The Cap'm (& 'Spraicht')
- Toasters
- Useless People
- Big Agriculture
- Bill Collectors
- Carcajou
- Engineering Chores
- Military Rations
- Officers Putting On Airs
- Target Practice
Take min back down whar cool wa'er flows, y'all.
Le' min remember the thangs Ah love:
Stoppin' a' the log whar ca'fish baht,
Walkin' along the ri'er-road a' naht,
Barefoot girls dancin' in the moonlight.
Ah can hear the bullfrog callin' min, y'all.
Wonner if mah rope's still hang' to the tree.
Love to kick my feet, way down the shallow water.
Shoo, fly. Dragonfly, get back t'yer mother.
Pick up a flat rock, skip it 'cross Green River.
Up at Cody's camp Ah spend mah days, y'all.
W' flat-car rah'ders'n cross-tie walkers.
Ol' Cody Junior toom me a-over,
Said, 'Yer gonna fahn' the worl' is smouldrin'.
But if'yns git los', com on home to Green River.
Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughs
About the lilting house and happy as the grass was green,
The night above the dingle starry,
Time let me hail and climb
Golden in the heydays of his eyes,
And honoured among wagons I was prince of the apple towns
And once below a time I lordly had the trees and leaves
Trail with daisies and barley
Down the rivers of the windfall light.
And as I was green and carefree, famous among the barns
About the happy yard and singing as the farm was home,
In the sun that is young once only,
Time let me play and be
Golden in the mercy of his means,
And green and golden I was huntsman and herdsman, the calves
Sang to my horn, the foxes on the hills barked clear and cold,
And the sabbath rang slowly
In the pebbles of the holy streams.
All the sun long it was running, it was lovely, the hay
Fields high as the house, the tunes from the chimneys, it was air
And playing, lovely and watery
And fire green as grass.
And nightly under the simple stars
As I rode to sleep the owls were bearing the farm away,
All the moon long I heard, blessed among stables, the nightjars
Flying with the ricks, and the horses
Flashing into the dark.
And then to awake, and the farm, like a wanderer white
With the dew, come back, the cock on his shoulder: it was all
Shining, it was Adam and maiden,
The sky gathered again
And the sun grew round that very day.
So it must have been after the birth of the simple light
In the first, spinning place, the spellbound horses walking warm
Out of the whinnying green stable
On to the fields of praise.
And honoured among foxes and pheasants by the gay house
Under the new made clouds and happy as the heart was long,
In the sun born over and over,
I ran my heedless ways,
My wishes raced through the house high hay
And nothing I cared, at my sky blue trades, that time allows
In all his tuneful turning so few and such morning songs
Before the children green and golden
Follow him out of grace.
Nothing I cared, in the lamb white days, that time would take me
Up to the swallow thronged loft by the shadow of my hand,
In the moon that is always rising,
Nor that riding to sleep
I should hear him fly with the high fields
And wake to the farm forever fled from the childless land.
Oh as I was young and easy in the mercy of his means,
Time held me green and dying
Though I sang in my chains like the sea.
Snatch grew up worshipping the Dioscuri (Dios-Kouroi, Sons of Zeus) Castor and Pollux, who were hatched from one egg after their mother Leda was raped by Zeus in the form of a swan. They are agricultural deities, as well as deities of competition and victory, of sports and animal husbandry. Twin brothers, they tend to instill a deep respect of the familial bond. Half-human and half-divine at birth, in death one of them became a god while the other went to dwell among the mortal dead. The divine brother mourned so greatly for his mortal brother that at the end of the year he gave up his divinity to go down among the dead, allowing his brother a year to live among the gods in unending bliss. The story is agriculturally significant: the death and rebirth of the twin gods is timed to the sowing of the dead seed and the rebirth of the new grain— but it also helped ease the girl into thoughts of suicide. Castor couldn't live without his brother, and so gave his life to give his brother new life. Snatch found an easy example to follow in the scriptures. She still carries a religious medal with Castor on one side and Pollux on the other, and one of her commonest swears is 'Ecasser' - By Castor.
Her 'Aerelon Plains Dialect' is a combination of Southern/Appalachian American and highly exaggerated Canadian French.
Vocab:
Ou-ais - Yes, Aye
Canott - Boat, indicating anything from a paddleboat to a battlestar.
Grille-a-Pain - Toaster, Cylon
M'a - I will
Ches - I am
Chen - I am not
Yankee Bayonet (I Will Be Home Then)
Heart-carved tree trunk, Yankee bayonet,
A sweetheart left behind.
Far from the hills of the sea-swelled Carolinas
That's where my true love lies.
'Look for me when the sun-bright swallow
Sings upon the birch bough high.'
But you are in the ground with the voles and the weevils,
All a'chew upon your bones so dry.
When I was a girl how the hills of Oconee
Made a seam to hem me in.
There at the fair when our eyes caught, careless
Got my heart right pierced by a pin.
Summersong
Ramblin', where to begin?
I taste the summer on your peppery skin.
Been saved, the warmer the waves,
I felt a slip into a watery grave.
My girl, linen and curls,
Lips parting like a flag all unfurled.
She's grand, the bend of her hand
Digging deep into the sweep of the sand.
Summer arrives with a length of lights,
Summer blows away
And quietly gets swallowed by a wave
It gets swallowed by a wave.
Pick a Bale of Cotton
Jump down, turn around, pick a bale of cotton.
Jump down, turn around, pick a bale a day.
Jump down, turn around, pick a bale of cotton.
Jump down, turn around, pick a bale a day.
Oh Lordy, pick a bale of cotton.
Oh Lordy, pick a bale a day.
Oh Lordy, pick a bale of cotton.
Oh Lordy, pick a bale a day.
Me and my gal can pick a bale of cotton.
Me and my gal can pick a bale a day.
I'se the B'y
I'se The B'y that builds the boat and
I'se The B'y that sails her and
I'se The B'y that catches the fish and
Brings 'em home to Liza.
Hip-yer-partner Sally Thibault,
Hip-yer-partner Sally Brown,
Fogo, Twillingate, Morton's Harbour,
All around the circle.
Salts and rinds to cover your flake,
Cake and tea for supper.
Cod fish in the spring of the year,
Fried in maggoty butter.
I don't want your maggoty fish;
They're no good for winter.
Well I can buy as good as that,
Way down in Bonavista!
Donkey Riding
Was you ever in Quebec,
Launching timber on the deck,
Where you break your bleeding neck—
Riding on a donkey?
Was you ever 'round Cape Horn,
Where the weather's never warm?
Wish to God you'd never been born—
Riding on a donkey.
Greenspond
Here they come as white as goats,
Children in their little boats,
Women in their petticoats,
Down from Penny Harbor.
Tishialuk Girls
Aunt May wants me to wed her daughter,
Takes me from my heart's delight:
Give me a girl from down in Tishialuk,
Shines in the eyes like diamonds bright.
Trois Navires de Ble (Three Ships of Grain)
'Combien vendez-vous votre blé?' Nous irons jouer sur le bord de l'eau.
'Seulement pour vous, six sous le boisseau.' Nous irons jouer sur le bord de l'eau.
Nous irons jouer dans l'isle.
'J'entends ma mere m'appeler pour souper.' Nous irons jouer sur le bord de l'eau.
'Et les petits enfants pleurer.' Nous irons jouer sur le bord de l'eau.
Nous irons jouer dans l'isle.
Mari-Mac
Well up among the heather in the hills of Bonifee,
Well I had a bonnie lass sitting on me knee.
A bumble bee stung me right above me knee,
Up among the heather in the hills of Bonifee.
Billy Peddle
Billy Peddle Billy Peddle did you see Tom White?
Billy Peddle Billy Peddle did you see Tom White?
Billy Peddle Billy Peddle did you see Tom White?
Gone around the harbour gonna stay all night.
Gone around the harbour gonna get a dose of beer.
Gone around the harbour gonna get away from here.
Gone around the harbour gonna have a cup of tea.
If you see a Billy Peddle tell him I wants he!
Cotton-Eyed Joe
When the War Came
With all the grain of Babylon
To cultivate, to make us strong—
And hidden here behind the walls
Are shoulders wide and timber on.
'Til the war came.
'Til the war came.
England
Should we find fortune's favour
And be spared from the gale,
We will live off honest labor
With our hearts as big as sails.
If I should die, don't bury me
Or leave me to the sea—
Send my bones back to my home
Where my spirit can be free.