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We keep getting it wrong until we get it right;
CHARACTERS: Annabeth + open.
WHERE: Around the Station.
WHEN: Anywhere around Day :41 - Day :43.
SUMMARY: [Rocky theme intensifies]
WARNINGS: N/A. Will update if necessary.
I. IT'S THE EYE OF THE TIGER
[ for lack of a whole lot of clean clothing options, annabeth's conceded to wearing her standard-issue gray suit from the lockers. her hair is pulled back in a ponytail so it won't get in the way while she trains, and her camp necklace is visible: a simple leather string carrying nine painted beads, a chunky class ring, and a coral pendant. her bronze dagger stays at her waist, but she doesn't unsheathe it today. she's more interested in finding out what's available to them in the training wing.
annabeth bypasses the gym in favor of the training hall and range. she can be found training with a variety of weapons, clearly favoring the old-fashioned. she practices archery, using the provided readouts to work on fixing her aim and stance; she's a decent shot, though it's clearly not her favorite way to fight. if she finds a javelin, she be found practicing her throws. she also gravitates to the blades, practicing her swordwork against the dummies with gusto...and, if you catch her at the wrong moment, also more anger than strictly necessary. if she seems like she's been handling weapons like these for years...well, that's because she has. that doesn't mean there's nothing to critique, if you're so inclined: she has more ferocity than discipline, more experience in survival than organization. she's a little slow on her feet because of her recovering ankle, pausing to take breaks every so often.
you may catch her practicing or stopping to catch her breath, nodding in your direction by way of hello. ]
The selection here isn't too bad, [ she has to admit. ] But I wish there was a climbing wall...
[ the one from camp flashes through her mind, and thereby across the mental link. camp half-blood's climbing wall looks fairly normal, aside from the lava that periodically gushes down the sides. and falling boulders.
you might also find her by the pool, dangling her bare feet into the water. there's a book in her hands, but she seems distracted; she keeps fiddling with the coral pendant on her necklace, her homesickness palpable. ]
II. AND HER NOSE STUCK IN A BOOK
[ annabeth's been in the recreational wing before, but this time she moves past the ping pong table and games with purpose; today, she's headed for the library. she can be found perusing the selection with a thoughtful look, occasionally pulling out this or that book to take a look at it. the books that aren't in english make her scowl, but she takes a look at them anyway, seeing if she can pick up anything useful from them. if she notices someone else there she might turn to them with a question. ]
Hey. Have you read this?
[ or you might find her sitting in a corner working her way through a stack of books. she's concentrating intently, but the approach of just about anyone is likely to make her look up and glare; no matter how quiet they're being, she can feel another presence, after all. and it's enough to break her concentration.
she can also be found clacking away on a laptop (where did that come from?), with the symbol delta glowing in blue on the lid. a glimpse over her shoulder might show you complex blueprints of buildings, things that look like robots, or a schematic of very large chinese handcuffs. weird. ]
III. THE SKY'S THE LIMIT
Wildcard option! Feel free to PM me so we can hash out any other scenarios. Also I'll match prose or brackets, no problem.
WHERE: Around the Station.
WHEN: Anywhere around Day :41 - Day :43.
SUMMARY: [Rocky theme intensifies]
WARNINGS: N/A. Will update if necessary.
I. IT'S THE EYE OF THE TIGER
[ for lack of a whole lot of clean clothing options, annabeth's conceded to wearing her standard-issue gray suit from the lockers. her hair is pulled back in a ponytail so it won't get in the way while she trains, and her camp necklace is visible: a simple leather string carrying nine painted beads, a chunky class ring, and a coral pendant. her bronze dagger stays at her waist, but she doesn't unsheathe it today. she's more interested in finding out what's available to them in the training wing.
annabeth bypasses the gym in favor of the training hall and range. she can be found training with a variety of weapons, clearly favoring the old-fashioned. she practices archery, using the provided readouts to work on fixing her aim and stance; she's a decent shot, though it's clearly not her favorite way to fight. if she finds a javelin, she be found practicing her throws. she also gravitates to the blades, practicing her swordwork against the dummies with gusto...and, if you catch her at the wrong moment, also more anger than strictly necessary. if she seems like she's been handling weapons like these for years...well, that's because she has. that doesn't mean there's nothing to critique, if you're so inclined: she has more ferocity than discipline, more experience in survival than organization. she's a little slow on her feet because of her recovering ankle, pausing to take breaks every so often.
you may catch her practicing or stopping to catch her breath, nodding in your direction by way of hello. ]
The selection here isn't too bad, [ she has to admit. ] But I wish there was a climbing wall...
[ the one from camp flashes through her mind, and thereby across the mental link. camp half-blood's climbing wall looks fairly normal, aside from the lava that periodically gushes down the sides. and falling boulders.
you might also find her by the pool, dangling her bare feet into the water. there's a book in her hands, but she seems distracted; she keeps fiddling with the coral pendant on her necklace, her homesickness palpable. ]
II. AND HER NOSE STUCK IN A BOOK
[ annabeth's been in the recreational wing before, but this time she moves past the ping pong table and games with purpose; today, she's headed for the library. she can be found perusing the selection with a thoughtful look, occasionally pulling out this or that book to take a look at it. the books that aren't in english make her scowl, but she takes a look at them anyway, seeing if she can pick up anything useful from them. if she notices someone else there she might turn to them with a question. ]
Hey. Have you read this?
[ or you might find her sitting in a corner working her way through a stack of books. she's concentrating intently, but the approach of just about anyone is likely to make her look up and glare; no matter how quiet they're being, she can feel another presence, after all. and it's enough to break her concentration.
she can also be found clacking away on a laptop (where did that come from?), with the symbol delta glowing in blue on the lid. a glimpse over her shoulder might show you complex blueprints of buildings, things that look like robots, or a schematic of very large chinese handcuffs. weird. ]
III. THE SKY'S THE LIMIT
Wildcard option! Feel free to PM me so we can hash out any other scenarios. Also I'll match prose or brackets, no problem.
'TIS THE SEASON (closed to Sam)
Her expectations for familiarity around the Station are pretty low, but the tinsel, wreaths, and lights? Still manage to surprise her. She actually stops in one of the hallways to look at them; they're nice, but the contrast against the alien, insectoid architecture of the Station (which is not how she'd design a space station if anyone asked her to, she's just going to say) is...strange. Still, the decorations make the place almost look a little homey, in a spacey way.
A horrible thought strikes her, and she frowns.
"Please tell me I didn't lose five months," she says to no one in particular.
It's possible; her boyfriend Percy lost months of his life when Hera, Her Royal Annoyingness, decided on her forced exchange program between Camp Half-Blood and Camp Jupiter.
no subject
She might be asking no one, but Sam lobs out an answer easy enough as he comes to a stop next to her, smiling slightly at the decorations. He should probably start taking them down soon, really, but - he's reluctant. Sam's the kind of guy who starts putting Christmas decorations up right after Thanksgiving and keeps them up until New Years; the couple of days that they've been up just don't seem long enough.
"It's hard to keep track of time up here; I actually got no idea what month it is back home."
no subject
There's a note of resignation in her voice and a grumble that passes through their mental link; for a girl pretty used to the fantastical, she's still irritated that she now has parallel earths and aliens to worry about.
"Time can flow differently in other dimensions," she adds, sounding fairly matter-of-fact. "Time could be going faster, or slower, or barely at all."
She's speaking from experience: a glittering green ocean, dark underground passageways, and the inside of a fancy arcade all flash through her mind.
no subject
His eyebrows raise at her comment, though, curious.
"Sounds like this isn't the first time you've run into it." It's an invitation to talk more about it - but there's no pressure there. He won't push if she doesn't want to, and he sure as hell isn't going to go prying in her mind to get more about those brief flashes.