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genessia2016-08-07 07:14 pm
enchantressofore) wrote in genessia2016-08-07 07:14 pm
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13: Routine - Open Action, Multiple Locations (August 7th)
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. ]
[ 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. ]
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[ Chuckling at the reaction. Nehra, Smoker is just too easy sometimes... ]
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Granted, the leather would probably be ruined and made useless by the sea, but even so.
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I think if a fish makes a smelly giant leather boot its home it deserves to keep it uninterrupted. It probably is a fish mansion, or a fish hotel.
I heard one of the rebel leaders rents their hair out as hotel rooms. I'm not sure I believe it, but then... I'm not sure I don't either.
[His world is crack.]
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[ She's not expecting Smoker to answer that, far too amused at the mental image of hair being used as a hotel room. How would that even work!? ]
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They're a special person.
I wouldn't put it past them.
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[ She's still amused, shaking her head and looking back to the water while she waits patiently for the tug of the hook while, hopefully, a larger fish goes for the set bait.
Not Namur again though.]