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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.
no subject
in her head. in their heads? she tries not to think about it too hard because she suspects it'd give her a headache, and she really suspects shared headaches are not something she wants to experience.
so before she answers his question she cants her head, a smirk briefly tugging at her lips. ]
You weren't kidding. You actually are real.
[ always a relief to know she isn't just hearing voices in her head. well, not imaginary ones in any case.
she nods after that, handing over the book carefully. ]
I was hoping to find a historical record of this place. The Station, the Nest -- anything.
[ anything potentially useful. ]
no subject
[ Whether or not people believed them though seemed to be constantly in question. Bellamy could leave that up to her. ]
Half the books here are in languages I can't read anyway. That'd be just our luck.
[ Not that Bellamy was some language savant, but he doesn't think he even has a chance with aliens in the mix. He turns Annabeth's selection over in his hands. Bellamy's always reverent when he handles books. They'd been so scarce for so long in his life. The abundance of them still shocks him. ]
I haven't read this one either. You'll have to tell me if it's worth my time.
no subject
[ bellamy treats the book with such gentleness that annabeth feels careless by comparison. between schools, public libraries, and the athena cabin, she's rarely been left wanting. ]
Me neither...so far. [ at first, she'd thought her dyslexia was acting up, scrambling the letters. then she'd realized how many of the books she picked up weren't even in english. she frowns, grumbles, ] More books in English would be great, but there isn't even anything like Greek. Or even Latin.
[ surely even space ancient languages would come more easily to her than...well, whatever all this is. she heaves a sigh. ]
Will do. But...that kind of depends on what you consider worth your time.
[ annabeth, for instance, tends to prefer non-fiction. not a big surprise, maybe: she likes spending her time learning. partially for the fun of it, like when she reads about architecture, dreaming of the buildings she wants to construct one day. and partially to wield her knowledge as surely as she does her dagger, because remembering a god's name or a monster's weakness could be the difference between life and death. ]
no subject
[ Being so spoiled for choice, even with a language barrier limiting him, was never something Bellamy had expected to encounter. Books were scarce. They had been low on the list of priorities to evacuate from Mount Weather, and they'd been among the artifacts destroyed when the Ice Nation set off their bombs. The sprawling library present here was a gift Bellamy was attempting not to waste. ]
Maybe next place we touch down, you can try to buy a translator. But that might...we still don't know any of these languages.
[ Another road block. Asking Prince felt inevitable, but he could only push Annabeth so far, so quickly. ]