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WHO: April and YOU
WHERE: Various
WHEN: Anywhere between Jan. 4th and Jan. 9th
WHAT: Exploring the ISC Eluvio, meeting peeps, working, etc.
WARNINGS: N/A at the moment. Prose or brackets.
A. Outside the Arrival Chambers
Every once in a while April can be found outside. Others may not take to their arrival as well as she did, it hadn't been her first time being forced onto a space ship after all, and most didn't bother coming back. What reason was there, really?
For her there were plenty of reasons.
She was sitting on one of the benches outside, a leg hanging down and the other on the bench with her. The orientation would be over soon and the freckled redhead looked up, blue eyes showing her hope that one or all of those reasons would walk out the door.
B. Residential Lounge Area, Northside
Taking up the end of one of the larger plush couches, a navy blue one, was a lone April. This one was becoming her perferred place to sit. It was by the bookshelves and near the games. Probably because it reminded her of the home away from home, on earth.
The table next to the arm of the couch had a pile of books and one in her hands. Her legs were crossed and stretched out before her and a small bag of chips were being crunched on as she went from one page to the next. Space Colonization may not be the first choice for some, but April was almost done with it.
As soon as she heard footsteps she asked "Want to read this one?" without even looking up from it.
C. Shopping Centre
A hot pizza box, drink and yellow laptop took up half the table April was at. It may appear that she was simply enjoying lunch, but that'd only be part of the truth. She was also working. When not biting into a slice of pizza she was typing away on her laptop. Except she didn't need to look at what she was typing. More that she was observing those in the shopping center with her.
Blogging was her assigned job, specifically the strange and bizarre. So she was starting with writing about anything or anyone that fit the criteria. Did she just avert her eyes when someone looked at her? Probably.
D. Training Facilities, Ballet Studio. Closed to Yuuri.
The martial arts room was rather packed and April needed to stretch now that she did her usual regimen. After finding herself without a place to do so she made her way to a much emptier facility. It even looked like a simple sparring floor with bars along the walls to stretch on.
Except she wasn't entirely alone. A dark haired young man was using one of those bars to stretch-
"Oh." It clicked. This was a ballet room. She walked over and tilted her head to indicate the spot next to him. "Mind if I join in?" The sleeves of yellow striped black jumpsuit were rolled up and the towel around her neck got used to pat down some sweat off her face.
E. Wildcard
Toss whatever prompt you feel like at me!
WHERE: Various
WHEN: Anywhere between Jan. 4th and Jan. 9th
WHAT: Exploring the ISC Eluvio, meeting peeps, working, etc.
WARNINGS: N/A at the moment. Prose or brackets.
A. Outside the Arrival Chambers
Every once in a while April can be found outside. Others may not take to their arrival as well as she did, it hadn't been her first time being forced onto a space ship after all, and most didn't bother coming back. What reason was there, really?
For her there were plenty of reasons.
She was sitting on one of the benches outside, a leg hanging down and the other on the bench with her. The orientation would be over soon and the freckled redhead looked up, blue eyes showing her hope that one or all of those reasons would walk out the door.
B. Residential Lounge Area, Northside
Taking up the end of one of the larger plush couches, a navy blue one, was a lone April. This one was becoming her perferred place to sit. It was by the bookshelves and near the games. Probably because it reminded her of the home away from home, on earth.
The table next to the arm of the couch had a pile of books and one in her hands. Her legs were crossed and stretched out before her and a small bag of chips were being crunched on as she went from one page to the next. Space Colonization may not be the first choice for some, but April was almost done with it.
As soon as she heard footsteps she asked "Want to read this one?" without even looking up from it.
C. Shopping Centre
A hot pizza box, drink and yellow laptop took up half the table April was at. It may appear that she was simply enjoying lunch, but that'd only be part of the truth. She was also working. When not biting into a slice of pizza she was typing away on her laptop. Except she didn't need to look at what she was typing. More that she was observing those in the shopping center with her.
Blogging was her assigned job, specifically the strange and bizarre. So she was starting with writing about anything or anyone that fit the criteria. Did she just avert her eyes when someone looked at her? Probably.
D. Training Facilities, Ballet Studio. Closed to Yuuri.
The martial arts room was rather packed and April needed to stretch now that she did her usual regimen. After finding herself without a place to do so she made her way to a much emptier facility. It even looked like a simple sparring floor with bars along the walls to stretch on.
Except she wasn't entirely alone. A dark haired young man was using one of those bars to stretch-
"Oh." It clicked. This was a ballet room. She walked over and tilted her head to indicate the spot next to him. "Mind if I join in?" The sleeves of yellow striped black jumpsuit were rolled up and the towel around her neck got used to pat down some sweat off her face.
E. Wildcard
Toss whatever prompt you feel like at me!
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Disgusting, probably.
Why don't he love himself?"I don't think, I know they do." Her convinced tone last for so long before she adds to her answer, fingers stopping in their typing to hover the keyboard. "The ones that are here? I'm not sure yet. That's something I want to find out without getting shot by a laser or whatever that might be able to shoot."
After all she's been through April errs on the side of caution.
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"How're you going to do that? Sounds like you don't trust 'em enough just to walk up and ask-- hi, nice to meet you, can I have your weapon specifications? Awkward."
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"Oh-ho, I have my ways." Cryptic, but she's smiling. Most people might have just left so she appreciates the interest. "I'm April O'Neil by the way. What's your name?"
If he says Garbage Disposal she'll be half-surprised at best.
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That's oddly comforting.
"Thanks, Jughead." Still going to take some time time for it to not feel like she's insulting him. "We go where we're needed most. Even if there's not much a choice."
Okay, he's nice. She has to be honest now.
"Mind if I do an article on you? I've only ever seen one other person pack away as much as you have so far, annnnd you kind of have a lot more to go. I'll make it tasteful," Ha! "I promise."
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"Sure, if you think that's gonna be interesting to your readers," especially considering they're surrounded by robots and aliens and who knows what else.
"It does feel nice to finally have my talents appreciated for what they are! Finally, I'm where I belong."
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But she's hardly serious as she finishes off that last crust she's been threatening to do.
"I'll send you a copy before posting it on the blog. Probably won't be done until the end of the week so don't get indigestion or, you know, sucked out into space. Not fun." Almost the voice of experience.
Thankfully it's just 'almost'.
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"You keep out of trouble too, huh? I wanna see my name in print and have something to stick on my space fridge. Can't do that if the article never gets published due to a mysterious and tragic accident that could've easily been avoided!"