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ataraxionlogs2015-09-26 12:47 am
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[ closed ] All perfection begins with practice
CHARACTERS: One Etrepa Seven and Rue Lancaster
LOCATION: At the edge of base camp.
WARNINGS: Deplorable nosiness and amateur human impersonation, .
SUMMARY: Caught in an act.
NOTES: Remains to be seen...
Mostly, the strange, slight, dark-eyed woman in the military uniform has kept to herself since her arrival in the last Jump. She has carved out a place at the edge of camp, having constructed functional but extremely spartan accommodations. Occasionally she goes into the jungle, and invariably returns with precisely enough food and water for herself. She never shares. She barely speaks to anyone. She doesn't look frightened or upset, or even bitter and resentful. She looks unbothered
Today is a break in that routine, however. Today she has spirited herself off to a spot tucked away in sight of both the ship and the waterfall, and away from the clamor of camp. The sound of falling water rumbles constantly in the background, but even the most determined breeze couldn't carry mist this far up. The water in the pool over which this woman stoops over must, then, have either been borne, or collected in this spot during the last rainfall. Considering its level, and the precision with which the pit seems to have been dug, it's doubtless deliberate. A dark, flat stone she has retrieved from the river sits at the bottom of the pit, and the woman is gazing into it with all the intentness of a diviner. Only it's not soothsaying she's practicing. It's... acting?
Consider: she frowns, then the frown drops away; she adopts a somewhat too-intense look of interest, then goes back to a state of total indifference; she smiles a much too exaggerated smile, then her face goes dead. Each expression, each one in no way wrong, but also not quite right, in no easily discernible order or pattern.
It's clear that she thinks she's alone. It's clear she's very purposefully tried to insure that she's alone. This, even though at no point does she seem to practice an expression of shame.
LOCATION: At the edge of base camp.
WARNINGS: Deplorable nosiness and amateur human impersonation, .
SUMMARY: Caught in an act.
NOTES: Remains to be seen...
Mostly, the strange, slight, dark-eyed woman in the military uniform has kept to herself since her arrival in the last Jump. She has carved out a place at the edge of camp, having constructed functional but extremely spartan accommodations. Occasionally she goes into the jungle, and invariably returns with precisely enough food and water for herself. She never shares. She barely speaks to anyone. She doesn't look frightened or upset, or even bitter and resentful. She looks unbothered
Today is a break in that routine, however. Today she has spirited herself off to a spot tucked away in sight of both the ship and the waterfall, and away from the clamor of camp. The sound of falling water rumbles constantly in the background, but even the most determined breeze couldn't carry mist this far up. The water in the pool over which this woman stoops over must, then, have either been borne, or collected in this spot during the last rainfall. Considering its level, and the precision with which the pit seems to have been dug, it's doubtless deliberate. A dark, flat stone she has retrieved from the river sits at the bottom of the pit, and the woman is gazing into it with all the intentness of a diviner. Only it's not soothsaying she's practicing. It's... acting?
Consider: she frowns, then the frown drops away; she adopts a somewhat too-intense look of interest, then goes back to a state of total indifference; she smiles a much too exaggerated smile, then her face goes dead. Each expression, each one in no way wrong, but also not quite right, in no easily discernible order or pattern.
It's clear that she thinks she's alone. It's clear she's very purposefully tried to insure that she's alone. This, even though at no point does she seem to practice an expression of shame.