Voices from Heaven (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
thespaceopera) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
driftfleet2015-10-20 10:06 am
thespaceopera) wrote in driftfleet2015-10-20 10:06 am
Entry tags:
Sweet dreams are made of these...
( for A-M characters )
Before you post your topcomment, please:
1. Check the first letter of your character's name as its written in our tags. A-M names comment here, and N-Z names go to the other post.
2. Make a note in your topcomment if anything especially triggering or graphic might show up in the Calibration. If you're not sure if something's worth noting or not, we suggest listing it anyway, just to err on the side of caution.
3. Put your character's name (it can be shortened or different from the tag, this time) in the subject of your comment. This will help visitors find you easily, and help us update the list below.
4. Post your comment! It's fine if everyone's Calibrations end up looking and reading very different from one another. As long as you're having fun and following our guidelines, you're good to go. :)
5. If you have any questions or concerns during Calibrations, you are welcome to send them towards the mod team at any time, as always.
no subject
When the world fades back in, Nightingale will find herself outside. It's dark, very dark, but soon enough it'll lighten just a bit, enough for her to see what's going on. She's on a hill, halfway between the top and bottom of it. It's night time outside, with the stars and the moon in clear view - though the moon seems to have a weird shadow on the side of it. At first, it seems like nothing special is going to happen.
But then there are headlights of a car coming along the worn pathway of the road at the bottom of the hill. Soon, the car rolls to a stop, the headlights turn off -
On the passenger's side, which faces the hill, is a boy who looks to be about eleven years old. Nightingale might not be able to make out all the features, but he definitely has shaggy black hair that may look familiar. He runs around the front of the car to the driver's side, and though there's already someone stepping out of it, Clay grabs their hand to pull them along.]
Come on, mom! It's going to start soon!
[He pulls her around the front of the car and, once they reach the hill, Clay lets go of her hand to start running up it, a big, excited smile on his face. He passes right by Nightingale, and she might be able to see more of him now. He has the same brown eyes as always, and instead of the built figure that she sees him with now, he's skinny now. Not bony, but it's obvious he hasn't worked to improve his muscles just yet. Most noticeable of all might be the fact that he doesn't have the bandage he always wears on his nose right now, and that he's not wearing the visor he always does.
The other person - a woman, his mother, starts to walk up the hill after him, laughing at his excitement and - well, gosh, she's excited too, if the way she goes up the hill says anything. There's a light bounce to her steps, and she looks up at the moon as if willing for it to wait on its show. She has darker skin, as she's of Korean descent, and the same black hair that Clay does, only it's straight and thin compared to Clay's thick and wild hair. She has his brown eyes as well, and... she's also wearing the exact same visor Clay wears to this day, only there's a different emblem where he'd usually wear the GYAXA one.]
Haha, not so fast, Clay! You still have to help me set up the telescope, you know!
[And, indeed, she's carrying all of the equipment while Clay carries nothing. This child.]
no subject
Still, she can tell that that poor mother shouldn't be the one left to carry all of the equipment herself- it's sad enough that it doesn't even set off her normal annoyance at parents. Instead, she's going to see exactly what she can do with a memory, on reflex casting Wind to carry the equipment for them.]
no subject
However, the solution will be solved shortly! Clay does an about-face and runs down the hill again, and once he reaches his mother, he'll take a few of the things she's carrying. None of the heavy stuff, as he's still not strong enough to carry it, but it at least takes a load off of his mother's back.]
Ha... thank you, Clay.
Do you think it'll start before we set up the telescope?
No, no. The moon still has a ways to go!
[Together, they climb up the hill. Once they reach the top, Clay spreads out the blanket and sets the basket of food to the side while his mom works on setting up the rather good-sized telescope, and once Clay's finished, he'll move in to help her. They talk quietly, but not much, as this is more about companionable silence than anything.
Once they finish, they sit on the blanket, and it looks like the hill they picked has a perfect view of the moon. They don't have to crane their necks too much, and the stars look absolutely beautiful way out here.]
I really like this place, mom.
Mm... so do I, little nova.