station72 | [open] what mystery pervades a well; the water lives so far

CHARACTERS: Rhan, Lyr, & YOU
WHERE: The Red Coast
WHEN: DAY: 029-:034
SUMMARY: Puttering around for fun and profit. Wild cards are okay!
WARNINGS: N/A, will add if necessary

LYR. THE ORCHARD

[The twisting fruit trees lay in perfect, ordered lines. They stretch out in the shadow of Tyrisson House and crawl quietly up the hillside. It's quiet here; the yellowed fruit on the knobby branches must not yet be ripe and the weather must be kind enough to simply let the trees grow. Come noon, the skeleton crew of grounds keepers and field hands have largely quit the place, leaving the orchards empty. Or close enough to it.

It makes for a good place to take a walk anyway. A fact that Lyr is currently taking full advantage of. He cuts a path first up between two straight lines of lumpy trees and then down the next, crisscrossing the orchard in exacting lines.]

RHAN. ABSOLUTELY GODDAMN EVERYWHERE

[Considering the amount of time Rhan's kept largely to herself in the Graze, it should be hard to pin her down here on the Red Coast where there's so many nooks and crannies to get lost in. But it seems the opposite is true: that cloaked figure at the pub's corner table? Rhan. That Carbauschian wandering the coast and cliffs? Rhan. Trying to get in some alone time? She's almost guaranteed to show up at your elbow.]

Well, fancy seeing you here.

LYR & RHAN. CARBAUSCHIAN QUARTERS (DAY :033)

[It's late in the afternoon and you've made a mistake. Meaning: you've arrived just in time to catch Rhan and Lyr in the middle of a debate. Lyr has taken up post in one of the heavy built in bunks and Rhan is walking circles in the center of the space. Clearly most of the other Hosts have not yet returned from whatever misadventures they're having, or (more likely), the two elder hosts' dialogue has driven off any unwilling participants.

Not that you're so lucky. Before the newcomer can so much as shed an article of their heavy Carbauschian disguise, Rhan calls out:]

Oh! Just in time. Come help me tell Lyr he's being ridiculous.

Threaded | Flat

[ The pub wasn't really Bellamy's first stop. There's only so much time he can spend walking the coast. Watching the changing tides is only a reminder that he can't even wade in the surf while the water turns colors. His retreat into the pub was only meant to last a moment, but seeing Rhan changes thing.

Lexa had charged him with speaking to her again days ago. Bellamy hadn't managed it, and it seems the opportunity has presented itself now. ]

I just wanted a drink.

[ Or a break from the villagers on the street. Both. ]

Are you alone?

[ Now that his broodmate is awake again, Sam's been out and about more than he has since the night of the funeral. Getting back into mingling, trying to follow up on some of the information they've learned, keeping an eye on the other Hosts - generally everything exhausting as heck, especially with these disguises, which means he's really looking forward to getting back to their quarters and taking the damn thing off.

So of course someone's talking to him as soon as he walks in. Honestly, Sam'd probably react the same way no matter who it was, but because it's Rhan and Lyr, his attention is extra caught.

Doesn't stop him from at least peeling off the hooded robe and the veil before he moves in closer. ]

I'm pretty good at pointing out ridiculous shit, but half the time that's only to join in on it.

[ Misato is hardly as kind as the weather, having picked one of the unripe fruits to cautiously sniff at and then stow in her pocket (see what Kaji might say of it). That is when she notices the presence of another in the orchard, quickly picking up pace to catch up. Unlike him, she cuts a straight path through, even slipping between two trunks, whatever works fastest, to get to him. ]

Is that your way of talking to the plants?

[ Among the lessons of the Barithian hunt had been this: the nest didn't extend forever. There was a limit, a point at which the thoughts and feelings receded. Rust's working on his walls, sketching tentative lines between himself and the rest of them, but it's been too long since he last had his thoughts to himself and—well, fuck it. He'll take the easy way out.

It's early, the air still cool, sea more black than red. The fisherman who'd offered to take him out has expressed so many concerns about water-soaked robes that Rust suspects anything less than a tragic drowning will break his heart.

He's grabbing an extra pole when she turns up, and he can't muster much in the way of surprise or even disappointment. ] We're just heading out. [ Rust doesn't brush past her to step into the boat—wouldn't be so nakedly rude—but his thoughts list that way. ] Something you need?

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[ Lyr might be walking, but others are all but sprinting. Laden down in voluminous robes and jingling coppers, he's still running amok in the orchards, half-emulating the heroic attire he'd left back on the station. Challenging a hill, slowing to a jog as he comes around a corner and nearly collides with the other

uh

"faux-alien". ( Carbauschian, the race they're pretending to be, he knows. ) He hits his brakes, coming to a fast stop on his heels -- someone's breathing hard under those veils. He's likely been keeping up with his pre-dawn exercise regime, alien planet and need for subtlety or not. ]

You do this every day? Notice anything good?

[ BLUNTLY, but with a sharp eye for things, as he half-jogs in place, bouncing from heel to toe to keep his blood pumping. ]

[ Seth looks at her flatly for a moment, veil half-off, before his gaze moves past her to her companion. Fucking aliens. ]

Looks like you're handling that just fine on your own.

[ But as much as Seth would prefer to leave the conversation at that dismissal, the need to pick apart everyone in this disaster of a job compels him to cross over to join them. It'd be stupid to beat a retreat rather than take the opportunity to try to puzzle them out. ]

You gonna sell me on why he's ridiculous?

[ Unconsciously, Seth reaches out to Richie. It's the same way he'd have tugged Richie's elbow if they were in a room together and Seth saw something interesting. The first instinct he has is always to make sure Richie is looking too. ]

rhan.

Lyr & Rhan

LYR!

RHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN

LYR.

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