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Open!
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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I'm sure that it will be hard to persevere without those important people. But they would want you to try anyway.
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Yeah. I suppose they would. [It's not like her training hasn't really helped her prepare for this kind of situation, inadvertently or no.]
I guess I was just hoping I could be one of the lucky ones that have others from home show up. Without a team? Not something I'm used to anymore.
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You never know. You might end up being lucky... but it might not be today! You have to prepare for that possibility!
There's a lot of us stuck up here. We can all be a team, too. It doesn't have to be a replacement! Just a team that'll work for now!!
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Never really thought about doing a whole temporary thing until now. What about you, [Lingering for a solid second because she totes forgot to ask for his name.] big guy?
[That moniker can do for now, right? Right.]
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Ha! Of course! Being a team manager, I've worked with a number of teams and individuals already. All of them have special places in my heart! But I always have room for one more. So I can work with all of you here and support your dreams.
AND THAT... IS A PROMISE FROM NEKOMARU NIDAIIIII! [...Well, there's that name.]
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her ears.]
THAT'S- [Oh god, he's almost got her doing it. Ahem.] That's very kind of you.
[So of course she has to ask.]
Did you manage a sports team or...?
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Yes, but not just one. I've worked with countless sports teams and individual athletes over the past several years. I even saw my class as the latest team for me to manage! But it's only natural... for I am a Super High School Level Team Manager!
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That's...definitely a title. Well I'm not the leader, or manager, for mine. Not usually anyway. So, I guess if we're ever grouped up for something on the ship I can count on you.
[She hopes.]
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GREAT! I'D BE HONORED IF YOU DID!
But now that you know some things about me, why don't you tell me a little about yourself?
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Small victories.]
Uh, sure. I'm from New York City, I'm in high school too and I tutor trigonometry. Oh, and I've been studying Japanese.
[Yup. Nothing to see here. Definitely not a kunoichi. Nope.]
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But those aren't the only things that you study, right? [He can tell from looking her over that she must practice some sort of physical activity.]