mental link: D46

[erbier]

[ A gasp, a whisper of something where there had been a stark silence before, and then a pull. A grasp from the deep, leveraging its way from beneath the water only by pulling down another.

Precarious, but harmless as she awakens, her siren call weakening as she breaks the surface, at last. Awake. Everywhere and nowhere, unshielded. Reborn again upon the shores. ]

ooc; newbies should stop her anywhere for action, and anyone who wants to greet her face to face should juuust say so and I will tell you where she is at that moment. she's not really controlling what goes where so threadjack away.

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[erbier]

[ She had awoken in a small puddle of tributes, little trinkets and flowers. Knew them for what they were, but found the emotion they inspired in her almost indescribable. A tenderness too pure for this world entirely too sweet to dare speak of. ]

Of course.

[ It's in her pocket now, as are a few of the other small things. She had not been able to decide what to do with them, beyond carry their sweet tidings with her. They must be good luck, or she might be superstitious. ]

A parade seems to noisy for me.

[ She has never seen one, and would possibly rather not be involved. ]

[decommission]

It was pretty loud. [ He ducks his head, smiling a bit. ] But the performances were something to watch.

[ There are acrobats in his mind, brightly colored in electric paint as they toss each other into the air and the crowd cheers - another memory briefly shows a woman that must've been standing on some kind of scooter with stilts, she stands nearly seven feet tall, her long, bustling dress made entirely of flowers dusted to look like they've got bioluminescence.

He stops to open the elevator doors, cocking his head to one side. ] It was nice.

[ Most everyone enjoyed themselves, he thinks. Minus, well, Parker. ]

[erbier]

[ Ah, her delight at the touch of his memory is palpable. They have always done imagining well together, a place where they could be soft and intimate where they were restrained in the outer world. Yes, there is something delightful and bright in the images of the festival. Also something strange and alien. ]

I'm glad you enjoyed yourself.

[ Ernest, although there is still a part of herself relieved to have missed it. Not just the noise and lights of the crowd but the tumult from the other hosts. ]

It seems to have been very... [ A tactful word. ] Exotic.

[decommission]

[ As he steps inside to hold open the doors, the stream of memories recedes, the connection dwindling back down to a comfortable hum. Connecting with Ilde has always been easiest, his guard unconsciously lowered in a way that doesn't translate to Ren, or even Sam Anders.

The way she trails off earns a wry look and a faint smile. So maybe he overestimated how much she would've liked to be there at the parade. Still, he's glad that she liked their gifts. ]

You catch up with anyone else?

[erbier]

Yes, Mara came and our youngest Sam made me breakfast.

[ She still sounds somewhat bewildered by the attention. It didn't come from any doubt that she had friends and companions now, but from a resounding lack of experience with any part of the social proceedings. ]

[decommission]

Sam's a good kid. [ Steve's kind of fond of him. His hand reaches out to press the button for the roof. ] You and Mara're friendly?

[ Mara sometimes joins him in the living area to watch the news. She's a bit of a kick. ]

[erbier]

I like both of them very much.

[ Although for very different reasons, so she supposes she should elaborate. ]

They each teach me very different perspectives and skills.