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driftfleet2016-03-25 02:55 pm
birdsbirdsbirds) wrote in driftfleet2016-03-25 02:55 pm
Entry tags:
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- charles xavier,
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- elize lutus,
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- kazuto "kirito" kirigaya,
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- max rockatansky,
- michiru kaioh,
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- riona cousland theirin,
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- winn schott,
- wrath,
- yang xiao long
first one to make that doctor who joke loses
Who: Everyone! All of you!
Broadcast: Maybe!
Action: Definitely!
When: Anytime during the toxic moon event!
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[boy oh boy, isn't everyone just so excited to explore this... charming... place...?
this is a game-wide mingle and the timeframe isn't super-important, so throw in with whatever you want! play war games, go shopping for gas masks, get lost in the wilderness, hide up in the Iskaulit and refuse to set foot on the moon, anything goes.
here's the main event info post for reference! have fun!]
Broadcast: Maybe!
Action: Definitely!
When: Anytime during the toxic moon event!
---
[boy oh boy, isn't everyone just so excited to explore this... charming... place...?
this is a game-wide mingle and the timeframe isn't super-important, so throw in with whatever you want! play war games, go shopping for gas masks, get lost in the wilderness, hide up in the Iskaulit and refuse to set foot on the moon, anything goes.
here's the main event info post for reference! have fun!]
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I'm working on the vine still, but I think it needs something else. Maybe you can come up with something.
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[She has a brush in her hand quick as a blink. And she just dives right in.
She paints a butterfly coming to rest on one of Arthur's flowers, a bird perching on a thicker part of the vine, hints of a rabbit hiding in tall grass. She spends time on each one, so it's not just a quick sketch suggestion of things. No she puts details in. If one looks close enough, they'll see the delicate veins of the butterfly's wings, the glint of sunlight on the bird's wing.
And she couldn't be happier just at the moment. She might cough here and there, but still, she hums softly while she works.]
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He thinks maybe this is what makes them good together. The flowers were great, the animals are wonderful, but together they're fantastic. She's beauty and kindness, but she's also secrets and more, and he suddenly can't quite believe she might be his friend. He might be staring a bit too long, a soft smile on his face as he watches her paint. Although there's a bit of green paint hanging out on his cheek.]
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When she finally turns her head and sees him watching her, she smiles, blushes because he seems to have been watching her a long while.]
I'm sorry, was I ignoring you?
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[He ducks his head shyly, so she can't see the echoing blush on his cheeks.]
Sorry.
[He grabs the cloth on the floor to wipes his hands off again, his hands nervous and quick.]
You're really good.
[Double meaning, really. Good at painting, a good person.]
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Thank you.
[She can stand to be complimented for all of two seconds before she has to divert it.]
I just worked off of what you'd already created.
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[He considers offering her credits for helping, but it would just bring attention to the fact that the store owner's not paying him, since he'd be paying her from his account. He scoots over to her side, chuckling as he takes her hands in his. His hands are soft, not calloused very much at all. He begins wiping at the paint on the back of her hands.]
I could have gotten you something to mix your paint on, silly.
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She blinks as he takes them in his and starts wiping at the paint spots. Mostly he's making smears of colors, blues, greens, a dab of purple.]
My hands work just fine. And it lets me know when the color's becoming too dry.
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Caught me. Any excuse to take a shower.
[Wait for it.]
What's a Kandinksy?
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Dangit.
He flusters a little bit before clearing his throat.] A, uh... Kandinsky was a man. An abstract artist. His work had a lot of shapes and colors. Just... reminded me of it.
[He looks up at her then.] Will you draw me if I draw you? [He's been thinking about asking her that ever since his earlier art post.]
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His request makes her chuckle.]
Actually, you're already on my wall. I can make you another if you'd like.
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[His ears are getting red afslkj.] Yeah, I'd like that. If you don't mind. Can I see the first one, too?
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I'm glad we're friends, [is all he can force out, his face bright red and his eyes avoiding hers. He hates this reaction, wants to crawl in a hole and die. But it's been a long time since someone's called him a friend and meant it.]
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[Her expression calms, softens, and she squeezes his hands. She's not sure what caused this reaction in him, but she wants to help. If she can.]
Arthur, are you all right?
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[Which is a poor excuse since he's wearing a sweater but. whatcha gonna do. He turns her hands over after a moment, his fingers tracing her callouses.] What do you think? Of the fleet? You've been here a while, right? I mean, does it ever feel like... like we're never going home?
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Maybe slightly warmer when he turns her hand over and starts touching her palm and fingers in that light, exploring way. The last time someone held her palm, they'd had overwhelming horrible visions. The woman was a fortune teller so obviously the same won't happen to Arthur, but it puts a heavier connotation to what he's doing.]
I um...[cough] I've been here nearly a year. I've never been held so long by a malignant force. The key, I think, has been Atroma's strange lack of ego. They don't want to get near us, so we can't spot weaknesses. We can defeat them, we just need to find the soft spots.
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[He remains quiet on the other points. He wants to believe that. But he's having a hard time doing it.]
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There have been other, smaller incidents, but that was the longest before I was brought to the fleet.
[She's very matter-of-fact about it. Almost as if she's numb to the experience, or she's purposefully not feeling when she explains it to him.]
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[He pauses, frowning.] Smaller like what?
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[An understatement, to be sure. But he seems already overly vexed by knowing just the peripherals. She doesn't want him to worry over her by telling him the details.]
whoops I lost this notif
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[The problem with talking about it, is that she's thinking about it. Thinking about it brings that knife-edged pain back, just as she'd said. Stabbing just behind her left eye. She lifts a hand and squeezes on the bridge of her nose, as if to push back against the pain.]
We should talk about something else.