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ataraxionlogs2015-09-17 08:26 pm
culver) wrote in ataraxionlogs2015-09-17 08:26 pm
i slept in last night's clothes and tomorrow's dreams
CHARACTERS: Nill, Elsa, & open.
LOCATION: The camp.
WARNINGS: N/A.
SUMMARY: Nill goes to check out Elsa's ice pavilion, & to help collect supplies.
NOTES: N/A.
THE CAMP
[Nill makes her way around the camp methodically, checking in on those she knows, and those she's come to know over the past month or so. She helps move some debris here, assists with gathering water there. Her mission since recovering (most) of her memories has been to simply help those around her. They're all stuck here together, so they might as well stick together, right? Besides, she knows by now that she's the only person from her world on this planet. It frightens her to think about, so she prefers to surround herself with new friends, new people she can count on (and who can count on her, she tells herself). Fragments of the makeshift sign language Severus had taught her come back now and then, and she finds herself gesturing with her hands in ways that have meaning instead of just pantomime. It's a way to live. At least until the next "jump," when someone might show up or more of her memories might return.]
CLOSED TO ELSA
[She's been meaning to investigate the strange structure for weeks. It's always caught her eye when she's walked past, but she's never worked up the courage to get more than a few meters away until now. She's seen the woman who lives there more than a few times, but hasn't approached her before either. It's been too intimidating to try and ask about the ice. There's so much of it, much more than she's ever seen in her entire life. She thought ice could only be made in small cubes, but this structure has columns and a roof! She has no idea how it was made, but her curiosity overcomes her shyness and she finally approaches, only half hoping that the pavilion's resident is home.]
LOCATION: The camp.
WARNINGS: N/A.
SUMMARY: Nill goes to check out Elsa's ice pavilion, & to help collect supplies.
NOTES: N/A.
THE CAMP
[Nill makes her way around the camp methodically, checking in on those she knows, and those she's come to know over the past month or so. She helps move some debris here, assists with gathering water there. Her mission since recovering (most) of her memories has been to simply help those around her. They're all stuck here together, so they might as well stick together, right? Besides, she knows by now that she's the only person from her world on this planet. It frightens her to think about, so she prefers to surround herself with new friends, new people she can count on (and who can count on her, she tells herself). Fragments of the makeshift sign language Severus had taught her come back now and then, and she finds herself gesturing with her hands in ways that have meaning instead of just pantomime. It's a way to live. At least until the next "jump," when someone might show up or more of her memories might return.]
CLOSED TO ELSA
[She's been meaning to investigate the strange structure for weeks. It's always caught her eye when she's walked past, but she's never worked up the courage to get more than a few meters away until now. She's seen the woman who lives there more than a few times, but hasn't approached her before either. It's been too intimidating to try and ask about the ice. There's so much of it, much more than she's ever seen in her entire life. She thought ice could only be made in small cubes, but this structure has columns and a roof! She has no idea how it was made, but her curiosity overcomes her shyness and she finally approaches, only half hoping that the pavilion's resident is home.]
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It's ice. I can...
[Instead of finishing her sentence, she holds a hand in front of her, close to her body, upturned, slightly cupped. Then she bounces it in the air as if she's tossing and catching an invisible ball -- and a moment later, a ball of snow forms and falls into her curved palm.]
Like that.
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Her eyes turn to saucers, and she forgets to pull her hand away from the ice wall until her fingers start to numb. Even then, she halfway reaches towards the snowball before catching herself and almost guiltily dropping her arm to her side. She doesn't want to be rude, she's just trying to wrap her head around all of this. Her wings flick, and she wants to ask how so badly.]