Action: Planet: OTA

[burnstoohot]

Who: Fëanor [AND OPEN]
Broadcast: N/A
Action: SS Bloodsport, the planet
When: Throughout first half of July


Bloodsport: Open to crewmates or visitors!

It was far too easy to get caught up in putting his new knowledge to practical use. Fëanor would spend hours (sometimes days) at a time in the engine room, poking at this or that. Taking one thing apart only to put it back together in a way that he felt would enhance function or appearance, depending on mood. The elf would forget, as had always been an issue, to care for himself when his interest was roused.

Anyone care to drag him out for food or rest? Even a walk around the ship?


Planet: OTA!
Forest
Trees and nature always called to the hearts and minds of elves. Fëanor was no exception, though he far preferred actually working in forges, making new things than out and about. It made little difference though, as he'd been cooped up in various ships for longer than he was used to staying in one room. And with such a world to explore as this, how could he refuse the chance to get outside? Breath fresh air again, feel dirt and earth under his feet and life all around.

Beach
When the elf came upon the water he found himself stuck, gazing out at the expanse and feeling the waves crash against him, threatening to drag him out to sea. But he always stood still, and firm, knowing how to move with it to avoid actually being swept out.


[OOC: Oooooooooooooooor make up your own prompt and we'll play! Prose or brackets, I'll match.]

Comments

beach!

[bythewaves]

There's a song at the beach - almost constantly, apart from the times that someone manages to pry Maglor away. A song that is not a song at all, but part of the waves.

Maglor walks along the shore and doesn't mind the waves at all, and he stills when he sees his father.

"Atarinya?" He always sounds hesitant, as if he's not quite sure Feanor is really there, no matter that Feanor has never actually vanished on him - not since he's been here on the fleet, anyway.

Forest!

[child_of_bhaal]

It's actually never occurred to her that her being enamored of trees might have to do with being half-elven. She's always thought it was simply her being denied the world for most of her life, that made her fall instantly and unwaveringly in love with trees and forests. Regardless, she's been out on the planet nearly constantly, all day, every day. And as it nears dusk, she's still there, snuggled up under a massive tree that must be at least a few hundred years old, playing a melody on a pan flute; something appropriate and soft for the time of day and the location.

Bloodsport

[namisan]

[She'll bring you a sandwich and a bowl of fruit, you busy elf, how's that? Nami leans against the door to engineering, tray in hand.]

You ever gonna surface from in here?

Bloodsport

[pompous_today]

Simon didn't pay it much mind when he heard Fëanor begin to poke around in the engine room- he was sure he needed time to acclimate himself to this new technology, as many people did when they first arrived on the Fleet.

However, he seemed to be spending a disproportionate amount of time locked in there, and after a while, Simon decided to grab a bottle of water and knock to see if he was still okay.

Beach!

[universal_charm]

Kirk had thought he would be more or less alone on this particular stretch of beach, which was why he had chosen to come jogging here - wouldn't be in the way of anyone, easier to find his zen as he worked his muscles to their breaking points. Except he wasn't alone, was he? Feanor was up ahead, gazing out at the ocean even as he stood in it.

Frowning softly, Kirk pulled up, slick with sweat, hands on his hips as he moved closer to the dark, wet sand. "Hey, Feanor! You okay?"

Forest

[castintoflames]

It was probably ironic that such a tall Elf was drawn to trees, yet that was where Fëanor would find Maedhros. He looked far better - he had some clothes that fit - and that added to his confidence. His steps were slow and he raised his scarred left hand now and then to touch a trunk or catch a leaf.

Where his brother heard the song of the sea, he was drawn to the song of the soil and the trees. Birds would occasionally fly close to him and he would smile, murmuring comforting phrases in Quenya and Sindarin.