All emotion is involuntary when genuine. - Mark Twain -Closed for Trip-

[tpol]

The weddings, the landing on Pacifica and all the shore leaves that had happened were quite disruptive to the simple routine she had developed since arriving on the Enterprise. There had been so many people being loud at all hours, so much celebration that she had hardly been able to avoid much of it. And some, such as the post nuptial celebration she could not avoid at all.

Truth be told it had been an enjoyable evening, after spending her day assisting in the cataloging and storage of some new biological samples from the planet below it had been a pleasant experience. She had even danced with Trip, and it had not felt awkward or forced as she had suspected it might. She was on the verge of laughter more than once in the evening. He was good companionship and she remembered now why she missed him so badly.

It was in reflection of that recent night that she had sent him a com asking him to meet her at her quarters. The idea had formed during her meditation and took root, refusing to be shaken. Rather than waste time trying to ignore it, she put the idea into motion. She'd readied everything she would need and now only waited for Tuckers arrival at her suite.

Huge OTA for most of my cast, back dated to Pacifica.

[oneahn_ayesh]

 (Okay, so starting this from this journal, but will be posting for most of my cast here. Feel free to respond to one, two, more, all, whatever you like! I am thrilled to tag around and to RP as much as I can!) 

The posts will be under a spoiler tag (If I do them right) and will be as follows:
Ayesh - Beach
Aggie - Beach
Ailyshia and Theiorn - investigating the plants available to the public
Kaylin - Beach and Market Place
Ro - Market 
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Ayesh - the beach

Ayesh had her backpack with her, as she always did, but for once the quilted black jacket and quilted black leggings were left in her room. She had replicated a two-piece swimsuit based on her size. It was a design that hinted that it was probably for a child, given how small the woman was, but she was either unaware of fashion, or was unconcerned by it. 

In such attire, the tattoos she had across her body were little hidden. Sunbursts trailed up and down her arms, reeds and grasses decorated her legs. There were also scars on one leg where she had been stabbed, sewn up, and then stabbed again and sewn up again. On her belly, there was a moon and stars partially covered by the swim suit. If there was anything else on her chest or back, it was obscured. 

The small woman was on the beach practicing stances and forms from a world long gone to dust. She had adopted it to handle the races that yet lived, there was little reason to practice strikes meant to pop goblin wrists when there were no more goblins left to attack her. There were more than enough races here to learn to fight. 

When she danced her dance of death, her face was clear of expression, of emotion. She was aware of the world around her, but if it did not interrupt, she did not change based upon it, but when she took a break, she acknowledged who had approached, or who was watching, with a deep bow. 


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Agatha - Beach

Lets be honest. Anything that happened before her mind was freed, hardly counts. so while she might have been to beaches with the Clays, which was unlikely, it was nothing like going to one now, and she remembered so little of her time with her Uncle when they traveled. But now, as a Spark? Unfortunately, Agatha had heard that people who had free time on beaches built sand castles.

Yes, take that in for a moment. Someone told Agatha that people at beaches BUILT CASTLES. Did we catch all the important words in that? So she showed up to the beach with a full tool kit and pieces. The sand... confused and disappointed her. It didn't transform into anything else while she looked, it didn't assemble itself into larger forms, it didn't change color or emit odors or try to kill her. It was just... sand. 

Agatha was still not used to being a Spark in a non-Sparky world. Well, if the sand was just sand, she would have to make it into something more. Happily, she started making an atonal sound, Heterodyining, as she worked. She was soon falling close to the madness as she tried to build a sand castle like no one had ever seen a castle before. With luck, it would have only minimal weapons and no sentience. 

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Ailyshia and Theiorn - Any area where the public can muck about with plants 

Seeing Ailyshia happy was not something anyone on the ship would be overly used to. She generally wasn't happy. But now she was on an actual planet, making connection with the land, and no males were fussing at her. She hadn't felt so... herself... in ages. She was in shortened pants and a short sleeved shirt, her black hair braided down her back. She had a wide brimmed sun hat, it was currently on the grass beside her, being held down by her small gardening tools. Not that she was using them much. These plants were well cared for. She was mostly enriching the soil, and cooing gently over the plants. Her gold eyes shone with inner happiness. This was the Ailyshia she felt safe to be at the Hall, and in Lady Sylvia's court. Not the her she was on the ship.

As happy as the Lady was, Theiorn was at his lowest. The sun was no place for him, and even clinging to the shade as he was, and tapping his jewels, the sun was too strong for him. The first day, the headache was terrible, by the last - and she insisted on coming to the planet every possible day. So feel free to join them any of the days. By the last day, feel free to notice he is a breath away from a medical emergency, because he is. He is draining himself and every last bit of reserves to protect her, to watch over her. There were no other males he trusted to protect the Lady. It didn't matter she insisted he could stay behind, he could not leave her alone, and when she was finally happy, he couldn't make her leave the small space of comfort she had found. The headache was nearly blinding, his stomach roiled whenever he moved. If someone was going to attack her, he would throw all he had at defending her, but he might fade into the Darkness if he had to. So long as she was safe, he would almost welcome the cold of oblivion. 


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Kaylin Neya - Beach and Market

Kaylin grew up in a port city. Her whole life was in Elantra and the bordering fiefs. Odd how little she'd ever been to the ocean. Well, the fact that long sleeves and long pants didn't go well with swimming was part of it. But mostly, it was that there was no space for that in her life. The docks were not her beat, and the midwives and the Foundling Halls weren't there. She had little time for anything else. And now that she had time? The water called to her. And she ran. She went each day to the ocean and stood there for a moment, fighting with herself, fighting to not call Water. She wasn't as tempted on the ship, where the elements were weak pale versions of themselves. At least, she hadn't been...until Raiden. But here she could almost hear Water. And she was afraid to call it, afraid of what she wouldn't hear. Who she wouldn't hear. If she embraced Water and found it empty of the Thalaan... that might just break her. And if the Tha'alaan were there and she could have contacted home all this time and she hadn't? The list of people waiting to kill her might be just slightly longer than the list of people she knew. She never had met the Emperor. She was still breathing.

So each day would be Kaylin standing by the water, torn between longing and terror, before turning and fleeing.

In the marketplace, however, she was more at home. Her beat was usually in the various merchant areas, and there was less here to be insulted over than there was on Elani street. Or Charlatan central. Whatever the ****s you wanted to call it. Kaylin in a marketplace was familiar. Kaylin in a Marketplace BROKE, was even more so. Between docked pay, missed pay, paying off that ****** dress and her knives, and of corse bad bets, Kaylin almost never had money enough for food even. And anything more frivolous? Not a part of her life. Not unless someone else bought it for her. Still, looking was free. And she would be on hand if any of theirs got into trouble. Or started it.


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Ro - Market

No one said "get out" to Ro, but she heard it anyway. She disliked being on forced leave. She wanted to work. But for the moment, nearly everyone was on leave, and that made it easier to bear for the time being. She wandered the market, hands behind her, trying very hard to ignore the fact that people thought she was a child, despite her uniform. She did make a few small purchases, but not many. If getting access to her job was proving difficult, the fact that she still knew her access codes and her present self was in the brig meant she had access to her money. It wasn't like she generally spent much, except on things for refugee camps. And there were none here.