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(open) catch all for downtime
CHARACTERS: Ilde
WHERE: Station 72
WHEN: Day 166 forward
SUMMARY: This is a catch all for the rest of downtime, whatever you want to put here please feel free to do so. I'm going to put a couple of prompts, but you don't have to follow them.
WARNINGS: Will update if needed.
EARTH.
Awake in the circle gardens, she can be found wandering barefoot in the kind of simple white smock they came to consciousness in. She checks on the plants as if visiting dear friends, first touching their stems in greeting, then bending down in the dirt to whisper to them. Every species is different, and there is no way that she knows them all, they are alien, collected from many worlds, but the best way to come to know them is to speak to them, is it not? She is all smiles, her presence in the garden like a mote of light, a warmth, that is easy to track as she moves throughout.
AIR.
Asleep in the circle gardens, she is not quite completely unconscious. It was unwise in the burned world to ever truly let down your guard. So perhaps it would be better to call her drowsing or daydreaming. She is listening to something that is not quite music, natural sounds that move through the encroachment and subsequent downpour of a rainstorm. She imagines it vividly, and should you choose to tap in alongside her daydreaming you too can feel the wet of the rain, see the many colorful birds taking shelter in the leaves of the garden... A soft whisper beneath the sounds of the rain is a poem that she memorized, the words winding like a trail of beautiful gems that lead to where she lies breathing peacefully in a secluded corner of the garden.
( Ah, with the Grape my fading Life provide,
And wash the Body whence the Life has died,
And lay me, shrouded in the living Leaf,
By some not unfrequented Garden-side... )
FIRE. -- Wildcard training prompt.
She likes the concept of ranged weaponry. She rotates through them when she visits the range, sometimes a gun, sometimes bow and arrow, sometimes throwing knives. It pleases her, the careful and meticulous execution of aim and forethought.
WATER.
She has made it as far as sitting at the edge of the pool, her legs dangling over the edge. The sensation is interesting to her, not merely the feel of cool water, but the luxury of being able to sit here like this, to take her time. There is something sinister about this collection of beautiful clean water, an utter irrationality that is hard for her to identify. Something about all those years bathed in fire has made her frightened to quenched within this glittering pool. A sigh. She pushes herself off the edge abruptly and lets herself sink, her mind going blank with it, sinking into blackness. She stays under a long time before finally resurfacing, paddling her way with slow inelegance back to the edge, where she crosses her arms on the tile, head down, and tries not to the think.
WHERE: Station 72
WHEN: Day 166 forward
SUMMARY: This is a catch all for the rest of downtime, whatever you want to put here please feel free to do so. I'm going to put a couple of prompts, but you don't have to follow them.
WARNINGS: Will update if needed.
EARTH.
Awake in the circle gardens, she can be found wandering barefoot in the kind of simple white smock they came to consciousness in. She checks on the plants as if visiting dear friends, first touching their stems in greeting, then bending down in the dirt to whisper to them. Every species is different, and there is no way that she knows them all, they are alien, collected from many worlds, but the best way to come to know them is to speak to them, is it not? She is all smiles, her presence in the garden like a mote of light, a warmth, that is easy to track as she moves throughout.
AIR.
Asleep in the circle gardens, she is not quite completely unconscious. It was unwise in the burned world to ever truly let down your guard. So perhaps it would be better to call her drowsing or daydreaming. She is listening to something that is not quite music, natural sounds that move through the encroachment and subsequent downpour of a rainstorm. She imagines it vividly, and should you choose to tap in alongside her daydreaming you too can feel the wet of the rain, see the many colorful birds taking shelter in the leaves of the garden... A soft whisper beneath the sounds of the rain is a poem that she memorized, the words winding like a trail of beautiful gems that lead to where she lies breathing peacefully in a secluded corner of the garden.
( Ah, with the Grape my fading Life provide,
And wash the Body whence the Life has died,
And lay me, shrouded in the living Leaf,
By some not unfrequented Garden-side... )
FIRE. -- Wildcard training prompt.
She likes the concept of ranged weaponry. She rotates through them when she visits the range, sometimes a gun, sometimes bow and arrow, sometimes throwing knives. It pleases her, the careful and meticulous execution of aim and forethought.
WATER.
She has made it as far as sitting at the edge of the pool, her legs dangling over the edge. The sensation is interesting to her, not merely the feel of cool water, but the luxury of being able to sit here like this, to take her time. There is something sinister about this collection of beautiful clean water, an utter irrationality that is hard for her to identify. Something about all those years bathed in fire has made her frightened to quenched within this glittering pool. A sigh. She pushes herself off the edge abruptly and lets herself sink, her mind going blank with it, sinking into blackness. She stays under a long time before finally resurfacing, paddling her way with slow inelegance back to the edge, where she crosses her arms on the tile, head down, and tries not to the think.
water also bc fite me
as she pushes up to the surface and half dog paddles her way to the edge, sam comes to crouch there in front of her, quiet laugh on his lips as he taps at the top of her wet hair with a fingertip. hey you. ]
Not much of a swimmer? [ which makes sense. he'd seen her world. he'd imagine this is like a blessing to her. or just incredibly weird to see. ]
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It took... long enough to get in the pool.
[ So don't make fun. ]
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scooting himself, Sam slips to the edge of the pool to her side, and gradually slips himself into the water, completely under to wet his head, before he pops back up, pushing his soaked bangs back. ]
Okay, so we start lessons now. Grab my arms and try to lay out flat, hips at the surface of the water.
[ standing in front of her, back to the most of the poop, Sam holds his arms out to her, palms up and open. ] I won't let you sink, I swear.
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Her look is still sullen from beneath her own wet hair, but she slowly reaches out and takes his hands, moving into a floating position. The water that close to her nose and mouth bothers her, but she purses her lips and very pointedly does not react to it. ]
I won't... sink...
[ Probably. ]
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I know you won't. It's just in case. [ Ilde's too stubborn to sink. and besides, the water isn't that deep where they are. but letting her use his arms for support will make it easier to focus on using her legs here. much easier when you don't have to worry about keeping your face up. and, also, she might sink. so he's here anyway.
Sam squirms their hands a bit, until he has Ilde's hands on his forearms, giving her a little more stability and himself the option to have hands free to explain this. ]
Okay, you need to kick. So, keep your legs straight and do a scissor kick. Left foot up, right foot down, then kick up and down with both. [ raising up one of his hands, Sam shows the motion on two fingers. A flutter kick thing. ] Try not to bend your knees much.
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She's a very determined, serious, little student. ]
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Just keep kicking like that, keep your body level, and look, you're already moving. [ as she propels forward, sam's slowly stepping back, though making sure his arms are still in range for her to use for support. ]
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What is next?
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Next you have to use your arms, sort of like you're pulling yourself through the water. You want to make your hands act like paddles, so put your fingers together like this, and cup your hands just a little, see? [ he's holding his hands out in front to show her, leaving no gaps between his fingers, and drags a hand through the water a moment, to show her how the water is pushed and moves around. ] Then, you're gonna be reaching your arms out in front of you, alternating, kinda like you're climbing a ladder fast. One all the way forward, while the other's pulled up behind you. Then this one pulls back, scoops the water under you, and the other goes out.
[ all done with slow demonstrations, so she can watch him do it before trying herself. ] Just stand still a while and try to get the motion down.