13: Routine - Open Action, Multiple Locations (August 7th)

[enchantressofore]

A. Garden Park, Genessia

[ Phew. It's actually harder than she initially thought.

While looking through a magazine weighed down by a single shoe, Adela is on a blanket in garden park doing assorted yoga poses -- whatever she can manage. By the time she's done she flops onto the blanket, looking up at the patches of sky beneath the tree she's under while she takes a break.

Maybe she shouldn't be out and about so soon after the rather unfortunate encounter she had the other day, but at the same time she doesn't want to let that kind of experience rule her life.

... Maybe she'll keep laying down for a bit longer though, it's kind of relaxing and it's cool enough under the tree. No one's bothering her either, so what's the harm? ]

B. Sycamore Cycles, Genessia

[ Of course, there is always work to be done. Even if she has relative freedom with the hours she works, she does still need to do so.

Even if, today, she's working on a rather personal project; a motorcycle for her own use, one that can be functional with one leg. Balance might be a little harder for her, but it's still in the planning stages at least.

Meaning that Adela is writing down notes about how she wants it to work and how to try and help it function properly, entirely focused on her task instead of watching for anyone who might think of dropping by and taking a look at the products sold. ]

C. Docks, Fayren

[ Something else she's seemed to pick up from Smoker is the desire to fish. Or, well, to at least try fishing.

With some diced chum in a bucket next to her, Adela is sitting at the edge of one of the docks (with her chair parked beside her), a simple fishing pole in hand as she just watches the ocean and waits. There really isn't a better place for her to fish at the moment, and although Fayren has lost a lot of its appeal to her she does still like returning to the simpler town from time to time. It's still familiar enough to be a comfort.

The sun's starting to set though, maybe she should head home soon... But, she wants to at least catch something, even if it's too small to eat. That and quiet moments like this are starting to feel harder and harder to come by. Maybe she'll be allowed this at least. ]

Comments

C

[wheres_the_meat]

[It's a light tug on that fishing line that signals there's something there. Perhaps something is around after all. Especially as that tug turns into a pull as something obviously heavy is hooked on.

Pull, pull with all your might, Adela! You can definitely manage to land yourself a big catch!


Or it's Luffy hanging on the fishing hook by it hooking the back of his shirt, the pirate looking rather limp.

At least he's got a fish hanging out in his hat hanging off his back though.]

[enchantressofore]

[ That's got to be big! Adela's barely managing to ground herself enough to not let whatever it is pull her in, wondering if the rod will break before she can get whatever it is out of the water--

IS THAT A PERSON!?

Adela double-takes, panicking a little before yanking and trying to catch the taller boy to get him back onto dry ground.

Oh Nehra, she hopes he isn't dead. ]

[wheres_the_meat]

[If Adela ever wanted to see a human water fountain, Luffy's doing a pretty good representation of one as water squirts out of his mouth. It's taking quite a while too, like he tried to drink the sea before it ends and the guy coughs once before groggily sitting upright.]

Maah? What happened? Oh right, that stupid fish was taunting me.

[So apparently he jumped in after it.]

Oh, hey you're that girl in the wheelchair. Thanks for the save.

[enchantressofore]

Wait, Luffy?

[ Through the shock of hooking an apparently drowning boy, Adela had failed to recognize him until just now. When she does she sighs, rubbing teh back of her head and absently noting that she's now soaked thanks to that. Maybe not quite as much as he is, but still. ]

That is right, and uhm... Do not worry over it. You went after a fish for taunting you though?

[ She has to wonder if it's the same one in his hat. She's pretty sure she's never seen someone stretch quite like that though... ]

Garden Park

[swordlore]

[Hi, Adela. Your housemate didn't expect to see you on her walk, and considering... recent events, she's not even sure if she should approach. But Tashigi's never been one to shy away from a situation, so she quietly comes near and has a seat.]

It's a nice day out.

[Wait, no. The weather's never a good conversation starter. Quick, change gears!]

Were those exercises you were doing? I've never seen anything quite like that.

Garden Park

[enchantressofore]

[ Ah? She blinks at her company, sitting up and looking at her before nodding to regard her. When Tashigi starts asking though, she pulls the magazine out from under her shoe and hands it to her. ]

It is called Yoga, and I was shown it as a means to help keep my strength up while I still have only one leg. It is actually quite relaxing, once one is used to it.

Garden Park

[swordlore]

[Hmm. These weird stretch things are a way to build strength? It seems odd, but then, a lot of things have been odd since she arrived. After looking through the magazine for a few moments, she nods.]

Would you be willing to show me sometime? I think I'd like to try it, but I'd prefer to learn from a friend.

C

[om_nom_namur]

[One of the first things Namur does when he finds himself in a new port is figure out which piers get used for fishing and which ones don't. Because it doesn't matter how much he tells himself to stay away and leave them alone, if he winds up anywhere near them, he's pretty much guaranteed to get tangled up somehow.

This would happen to be one of the piers he considers safe.

So when he senses a bit of chum hitting the water it piques his curiosity. Of course, being a creature of the sea in his element, does he think to examine things the same way he does on land?

Of course not.

When you're in the sea and you've got electroreceptors, you sniff things!

And when a shitty hook gets stuck in your maw you naturally pull on the line to ease the tension so you can safely pull it out. Except someone usually starts pulling back, which means you've got to pull even more down, maybe wrap it around your hand so you'll have a better grip. Or maybe you try biting the stuff because you have sharp teeth that gnaw through solid metal. Only fishing line is so damn thin it winds up between your teeth so then you're really stuck in a mess. And whoever's up there is still pulling so it's all getting tighter and it hurts and you thrash around a little, trying to get your teeth on it or get a good enough grip to pull more down so you can have some slack to work with and before you know it you're tied up in a tight, painful, bleeding knot.

Because hooks are evil.

And Namur hates them almost as much as he hates his life right now. He does at least still have his legs loose, so he kicks off the bottom and leaps for the pier, mouth intentionally open even if he's not aiming to bite anything. Hopefully whatever dumbass cast the line will get scared enough to drop the pole and run.]

C

[enchantressofore]

[ Oh Nehra why

Adela can't help the high-pitched scream that leaves her, and in her startled panick she tries to crawl back and out of range. After a moment, even though it still feels like her heart is about to jump out of her throat, the red head regains herself long enough to recognize just who it is. ]

Wait, Namur!?

[ What in the-- ]

[om_nom_namur]

[Damn, no such luck.

Well of course not, he has a shitty hook in his mouth, of course he'd have bad luck!

Annnnd... that's Adela.

Swell.

Namur attempts to lift his chin as per the usual greeting, but with his whole torso now tied together it kind of looks more like he just sort of rocks himself back a little bit.]

'Sup?

[So now he gets to worm himself the rest of the way up onto the dock... or at least try to. It's not easy to try and angle himself to the side enough to get purchase with his knee, without at the same time shifting his center of balance over the edge. And in fact he fails this time, a strangled grunt in his throat as he slowly slips back over the edge with a splash.]

A

[strawberrypenguin]

[Nagisa always had something to do. He always was planning something at the sweet shop or helping out with the swim club, so it was always nice when he decided to take a break now and again. Wondering around and finding himself at the Garden Park he moved to stretched, spotting the other.]

What are you doing?

A

[enchantressofore]

[ She jumps at the sudden arrival, startled before staring at the blond boy before her. ]

Uhm... I was resting.

A

[strawberrypenguin]

Resting usually means laying down. Your doing movements I am pretty sure.

[He wasn't judging he knew of exercise and the like after all.]

C OF COURSE

[justicereigns]

[Smoker is fishing next to her, and it doesn't seem like he wants to go in yet until he catches something too, of course.]

OF COURSE

[enchantressofore]

[ Eventually she ends up sighing, holding onto her own fishing pole with one hand while leaning back on the other. ]

... Perhaps we should look into getting hooks without barbs, Smoker?

[ She still feels kinda crappy over Namur earlier. Poor guy. ]

[justicereigns]

Why?

[JUST BAFFLED.]

[Screw fishmen, if they get caught on hooks, they have to be hella dumb.]

[It's not like mermaids are that dumb, gosh!]

[Granted, merfolk are also more vegetarian, but whatever.]

C

[orangeoutlaw]

[fish long enough and you'll see an Ace floating by, snoozing on a log. He had been fishing himself though the makeshift pole is long lost to water as a good nap overtook him. Don't worry, he'll wake up if he falls in. ....though probably not for long]

C

[enchantressofore]

Ace?

[ She's staring, raising an eyebrow at him -- what in the world is he doing? She's going to pull in her line then, not really wanting it to get stuck on him and setting it aside for the moment.

Something about this is striking her as off though, but she can't tell why... It's making her feel uneasy though. ]

[orangeoutlaw]

Huminah? [he opens his eyes and blinks blurrily shorwards, sitting up and staring at the red headed figure that is slowly coming into focus. He raises a hand and the log tips uncertainly underneath him]

Yo, 'Dela. Whatchu doing out there?

Sycamore Cycles

[meteorrains]

[Naturally it would be a motorcycle shop that would catch his attention, and while it would likely be a while before he could afford one for himself, it wouldn't hurt anything to look and see what they had available. Maybe they would have something similar to Fenrir, and if not, it would be good to know how much it would cost to have one custom made. Especially since he had the distinct feeling his old tactic of trading food and drink at a certain bar definitely wasn't going to cut it here.

They'd only spoken briefly, but it was enough that he instantly recognized her face the moment he entered the shop.]

Pretty nice place you've got here.

[Not exactly the sort of place he'd expected to see her working at, but then again, looks could be extremely deserving.]

[enchantressofore]

Ah? Oh... Cloud, right?

[ It takes her a moment, but when she does recognize him she nods in greeting, setting her pencil down and wheeling out from behind the counter. By the way... ]

'tis good to see you. I trust you have settled in well?

[meteorrains]

[Well, he definitely hadn't been expecting that.

But there's no outwards sign of recognition, no quick downwards glance. Just a small smile, recalling the confusion that had ensued from him introducing himself.]

Yeah. Starting to.

[Not that he exactly had any choice. Apparently this place only let you go when it decided it was done with you.]

You guys do custom work?

A.

[getaroom]

[Law hadn't expected to see anyone he knew here, but as Adela is one of the few people he can recognize and knows in some capacity here she draws his attention.]

I was wondering when I'd see you around. Mind if I have a seat?

A.

[enchantressofore]

[ Ah? She blinks, clearly surprised as she sits up to meet Law's eye. It doesn't last and she shakes her head, shifting a little to seat herself more comfortably. ]

Go ahead.

[getaroom]

[Law nods in thanks as he sits down next to her.

... She's smaller than he thought she'd be.]

I thought you should know that Smoker asked me to talk to Tony-ya about your case.

[Then, almost as an afterthought, he adds:]

I'm a surgeon, by the way. I don't think that was mentioned in our first conversation.