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interstellar55552016-03-19 11:37 pm
oceantier) wrote in interstellar55552016-03-19 11:37 pm
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Time goes quicker between the two of us
Who: Lapis and OPEN
What: Catch-all for multiple threads, both open and pre-planned
When: Throughout March
Where: Multiple settings
Warnings: Possibly naked spa people?
A. Open - The Blooming Lotus is a full-service day spa, offering primarily the tried-and-true treatments -- massage therapy, facials, aromatherapy, mud baths, saunas, waxing, and other similar possibilities. The space is elegant, if just slightly worn at the edges -- a few scuffs on the wall here, a door that needs to be forced just a bit harder there. The wood has been polished so often that in places it's worn down to a patina, but the atmosphere as a whole remains warm and clean and quiet. The owner takes great pride in her facilities, and she has a long-standing list of clientele that can be assured quiet and preferential treatment.
"Luna" works here part-time. She's not a cosmetologist or a massage therapist -- one needs qualifications for those kinds of things, which she doesn't have. Instead, she's more of an assistant -- someone who provides towels, prepares treatment rooms, leads clients to their service appointments and arranges the ambiance for their comfort.
It's a comfortable spot to be when one wants a little pampering and to be off the radar for a while -- and for Lapis, it provides a reasonable arena for the gossip and news that flows in from Pride and Virgo. Come in for treatment and run across her.
B. Open - There's practice of some sort at Pride nearly every day; the use of dancers is rising, and there's work to be had at one performance or another. Even in the short time she's been there, "Luna" has risen in the ranks, called on more frequently than before for this job or the next. She's quiet, seems to tire less easily, follows direction quickly, and she's quite, quite good, able to read into what she's been asked to do and to add to it in a way that pleases her superiors.
She does take advantage of her proximity to the musicians, and can probably be found lingering when they're about -- seemingly focused in practice or performance or after-performance party refreshment table . . . but always listening, absorbing the world around her.
Run into her as she works around Pride -- hire her for a band performance, meet her during an after-performance party, catch her during practice . . . whatever works.
C. Open - It's raining. Fairly hard, actually -- one of those first thinking-about-spring rains that reminds people how hard it can actually pour. Most people are running for cover, cursing that they forgot umbrellas, trying to keep makeup from running off their faces.
"Luna," for her turn, stands still in the middle of the sidewalk, turning her face up to it, eyes half-closed as the water streams down, soaking her. She doesn't seem to be in any hurry to move, one hand coming up, outstretched and cupped, as though to try to catch the droplets.
D. Closed to Amethyst - There are two bus lines to take into the city to get close to both of her jobs. Lapis, or Luna, takes both daily, shaking sand out of her flats as she waits for the first on the nearest road to the beach. Thankfully J explained both buses and the exact change needed, or she probably would have been lost entirely.
She waits now, shaking sand out of her shoe and keeping an ear out for the grind of the bus motor as it heaves up the hill.
E. Closed to Oscar - She can't go into Virgo as Luna. For one thing, she's recognizable as a dancer affiliated with Pride. For the second, there's always the not-so-long-ago fight with the Virgo robots as they captured Steven. Going into Virgo under both circumstances seems like too much risk to take.
So she joins Oscar as he heads to the open audition as a small, freckled redhead -- perhaps inspired by Frisk's commentary that a friend of theirs was also a redhead and affiliated with the sea. She doesn't plan on dancing herself -- just watching, a friend invited for moral support.
"Why Virgo?" she queries softly as they wait for his name to be called, too soft for the others around them to hear. He's never claimed to have any connections here. And admittedly while she hardly trusts Pride . . . currently her thoughts on this place are even worse.
F. Closed to Steven - Practice hasn't gone well. The number of times she's been snapped at for being off time or out of step are innumerable at this point, and she's been asked (told) to step off to the side and get her act together with an implied "or else."
She sits to the side on the floor, her legs half drawn up, a towel (though completely unneeded) draped around her neck. Her head dips towards her knees, hair slipping forward around her face. She's still . . . absolutely still, as though she doesn't even breathe.
What: Catch-all for multiple threads, both open and pre-planned
When: Throughout March
Where: Multiple settings
Warnings: Possibly naked spa people?
A. Open - The Blooming Lotus is a full-service day spa, offering primarily the tried-and-true treatments -- massage therapy, facials, aromatherapy, mud baths, saunas, waxing, and other similar possibilities. The space is elegant, if just slightly worn at the edges -- a few scuffs on the wall here, a door that needs to be forced just a bit harder there. The wood has been polished so often that in places it's worn down to a patina, but the atmosphere as a whole remains warm and clean and quiet. The owner takes great pride in her facilities, and she has a long-standing list of clientele that can be assured quiet and preferential treatment.
"Luna" works here part-time. She's not a cosmetologist or a massage therapist -- one needs qualifications for those kinds of things, which she doesn't have. Instead, she's more of an assistant -- someone who provides towels, prepares treatment rooms, leads clients to their service appointments and arranges the ambiance for their comfort.
It's a comfortable spot to be when one wants a little pampering and to be off the radar for a while -- and for Lapis, it provides a reasonable arena for the gossip and news that flows in from Pride and Virgo. Come in for treatment and run across her.
B. Open - There's practice of some sort at Pride nearly every day; the use of dancers is rising, and there's work to be had at one performance or another. Even in the short time she's been there, "Luna" has risen in the ranks, called on more frequently than before for this job or the next. She's quiet, seems to tire less easily, follows direction quickly, and she's quite, quite good, able to read into what she's been asked to do and to add to it in a way that pleases her superiors.
She does take advantage of her proximity to the musicians, and can probably be found lingering when they're about -- seemingly focused in practice or performance or after-performance party refreshment table . . . but always listening, absorbing the world around her.
Run into her as she works around Pride -- hire her for a band performance, meet her during an after-performance party, catch her during practice . . . whatever works.
C. Open - It's raining. Fairly hard, actually -- one of those first thinking-about-spring rains that reminds people how hard it can actually pour. Most people are running for cover, cursing that they forgot umbrellas, trying to keep makeup from running off their faces.
"Luna," for her turn, stands still in the middle of the sidewalk, turning her face up to it, eyes half-closed as the water streams down, soaking her. She doesn't seem to be in any hurry to move, one hand coming up, outstretched and cupped, as though to try to catch the droplets.
D. Closed to Amethyst - There are two bus lines to take into the city to get close to both of her jobs. Lapis, or Luna, takes both daily, shaking sand out of her flats as she waits for the first on the nearest road to the beach. Thankfully J explained both buses and the exact change needed, or she probably would have been lost entirely.
She waits now, shaking sand out of her shoe and keeping an ear out for the grind of the bus motor as it heaves up the hill.
E. Closed to Oscar - She can't go into Virgo as Luna. For one thing, she's recognizable as a dancer affiliated with Pride. For the second, there's always the not-so-long-ago fight with the Virgo robots as they captured Steven. Going into Virgo under both circumstances seems like too much risk to take.
So she joins Oscar as he heads to the open audition as a small, freckled redhead -- perhaps inspired by Frisk's commentary that a friend of theirs was also a redhead and affiliated with the sea. She doesn't plan on dancing herself -- just watching, a friend invited for moral support.
"Why Virgo?" she queries softly as they wait for his name to be called, too soft for the others around them to hear. He's never claimed to have any connections here. And admittedly while she hardly trusts Pride . . . currently her thoughts on this place are even worse.
F. Closed to Steven - Practice hasn't gone well. The number of times she's been snapped at for being off time or out of step are innumerable at this point, and she's been asked (told) to step off to the side and get her act together with an implied "or else."
She sits to the side on the floor, her legs half drawn up, a towel (though completely unneeded) draped around her neck. Her head dips towards her knees, hair slipping forward around her face. She's still . . . absolutely still, as though she doesn't even breathe.
C.
"Are you alright?"
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The rain trickled through the dirt, made sparkles of its own, beading and streaming crystalline threads, washing through the dirt. The smells of the city were unfortunately more alive, but the rain itself made its own smell -- clean and cutting through all the rest. The water soaked Lapis . . . but she couldn't have been happier with it.
"I'm fine." For once her reply to someone coming up to her wasn't a startled one; she almost -- almost -- smiled. "It's water."
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"It looks like it might get harder soon." Although Ami and Makoto were always the best at telling that sort of thing. You look at home in it, though."
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"Thank you . . ." That surprise shows in her voice, too. "It's not . . . a worry for me."
Her voice drops a little. "You should keep it for yourself."
Usagi is a human, after all, at least from the looks of her, and the umbrella is far too small for her to give up and still stay dry herself.
A glance back up to the sky, that tiny half-smile re-emerging. "I'd forgotten about it -- rain."
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"Is there not a lot of rain where you're from?"
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Her fingers reach up, nudging the umbrella back in Usagi's direction. "It's okay. The way I am . . . I'm different than you. You shouldn't be concerned about me."
Hesitation. "But thank you." That means something -- that kindness.
Her head tilts a little. "You're the one from the subway." The words are still quiet, but certain. "The one who heals."
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At Lapis mentioning her abilities she blushed a bit and looked around before nodding.
"Ah, that's right. You're... not hurt are you?"
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Very . . . Steven-like that way.
A quick shake of the head at the question. "No. I . . . someone was. I thought I could . . ."
". . . It didn't work."
A breath. "He's better. I should be thankful for that."
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"Alright, but you're always welcome to come to me, for yourself or for others, I don't mind," she smiled. "I'm glad he's better now, I can still look into it though, if you need?"