interstellar5555 | Don't fall down when it's time to arise.

Who: Lapis Lazuli, OPEN
What: Multiple prompts
When: Early February. After ghosts.
Where: Locations different for each prompt.
Warnings: None.
Background: Lapis has gotten herself a job as a dancer for Pride Records. Shapeshifting used for a human appearance, so no blue showing.

A. Lost? - Open to anyone in Pride

The keycard is new, unscratched from passes through the machine. After exasperated explanation from the guard, she finally manages to turn it in the proper direction, checking in. It's hard to say if she really absorbs the torrent of directions that he gives her as far as where she's supposed to go for practice; she stares back at him with grave, dark eyes as he rattles them off, gives the slightest of nods, and heads off on her own, a map of the building in hand.

Thankfully, she came early, because over the next couple of hours, she can be found wandering areas of the building that are decidedly not the practice room she's been assigned to report to for her first day of work. She doesn't manage the residential areas, but it seems that she hits nearly every other hallway.

Probably a good thing she arrived early.

B. End-of-day - Open to anyone in Pride

Practices are done for the day -- at least the formal ones. The late sun slants through the windows as the city lapses towards darkness in last notes of shimmering gold.

The remaining inhabitant of one of the practice rooms hasn't bothered with the lights yet, paying little attention to the dimming of the walls around her. Music is on -- something soft, more rhythmic. She seems to have slipped into it like warm water, almost floating, letting it flow in and around her, absorbing her in its grasp. She dances, twisting, bare feet feather-light on the floor, hands and fingers tracing through the air.

The music builds; her body arches, leaps more powerfully than it should be able to manage, lands and twists into the next movement. She's paying no attention to the world around her, absorbed into the strike of her feet against the wood, the currents of air shifting against her skin. Note by note, she translates the music into physicality, each phrase given weight and meaning.

C. Ocean - Open to anyone

The beach is cold, especially this time of year and this time of day, and the tides are higher, the water thrashing against the shore. The moon is high and clear, washing the sands in silver light; the stars are bright in the darkness of the night sky.

There shouldn't be anyone out . . . but there is. A figure perches on a rock on the remaining ribbon of sand, watching the water sweep in and out.

This is the temporary home that Lapis Lazuli has found for herself. Without much need for sleep, the Gem can often be found on the shore -- or in a fairly deep indentation in the cliffs. If her skin appears blue . . . it's probably just a trick of the light, right?

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Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

One of the best things about being in Virgo is the fact you are next to the ocean, August feels slightly out of his element here, but it's still peaceful and beautiful, even if he has to bundle up in his coat for for it. He thinks he's alone until he spots someone near the shore. It's a girl, and she's... blue?

He vaguely remembers seeing similar people around the ponds and lakes of his home... why were they blue?

Without the press of people, without the foreign noises, without the constant pulse of anxiety of whether she's "human enough," Lapis yields to her element, letting the world fade around her. The silence and the steady rhythm of the water soothes, strokes away all of the rough and jagged thoughts of the day, allows her to refresh and renew.

If not for the steady pulse of the reason that she's even on this planet in the first place, she might even be happy.

Unaware as of yet that she's being watched, she slides from the rock, feather-light on the sand. The cold doesn't seem to bother her; she doesn't even have sleeves, the moonlight gleaming off her bare arms.

Without concern, she steps forward, headed toward the edge of the water.

It's a lovely sight, and far too familiar to ignore. Smiling faces to welcome him to the forest everytime he came over to the riverside. Some were blue, but there were others.

"Good day August."

One of them even gave him a fish. But why does this girl remind him of those creatures?

The water must be frigid this time of year. And it certainly isn't calm. But Lapis enters it up to her ankles anyway, letting the waves wash over her feet and upward, almost past her knees. One hand reaches out to them, palm up -- almost like an invitation.

And the waves only seem to get stronger. They suck outward with force, then rise, high and curling over her head, only to slap and crash into the sand beside her. Higher they rise, and higher . . . and only seem to get closer to her as they crest and plunge into the sand.

He almost wants to yell out to the girl: 'What are you doing?!' That water is freezing and this girl is just pretending that it's July. Wait... are waves obeying her?

They seem to be. There's nothing natural about the way the water moves . . . or the fact that the waves never crash over her in turn, the way natural ones might.

The swell that's rising is the largest yet. If she is indeed controlling them, she seems to be determining how far she can build it, pushing the crest high and higher. Already it's taller than she is, and still rising.

August is concerned here. They are in earthquake country and there's a giant wave being made.

"Wait be careful-"

At the sound of the unexpected voice, her eyes whisk over her shoulder, enormous and dark.

Only for a moment.

With the distraction, the wave slips its hold and comes crashing down on top of her. It's so large that it surges over the beach in a gushed half-roar.

And if August isn't careful, it might claim him too.

The gigantic waves crashes down leaving only August a couple seconds to run out it's path. He's successful, but he's worried about that girl. So she runs back to call out for her.

"Hey! Hey! You fine?"

If he gets no answer he will swim in that frigid water to find her.

There's no immediate reply. The ocean water is ebbing, but there's no sign of her on the darkened beach.

Oh fuck, that girl has drowned. Before you know it August will take off his shoes, and his coat to dive in that frigid water.

Human's are strange, stupid creatures.

The water is definitely frigid, ready to snatch the warmth from his bones.

She's nowhere immediately to be found.

There's no sign of her, he's tempted to go back to Virgo HQ and call the coast guard about the girl swept up by that huge wave... but he doesn't. August remembers a conversation with one of the creatures that resembled the girl.

"Some of us wish to be left alone..."

He knows he's gonna regret this, but he leaves the shoreline. Hoping and against all hope that the girl is fine.

She was almost controlling the waves... but humans can't do that!

Don't fall down when it's time to arise.

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