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interstellar55552016-02-06 09:21 pm
oceantier) wrote in interstellar55552016-02-06 09:21 pm
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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?
D. Have another idea? Want interaction with Lapis, but none of these will work? PM or poke me on Plurk!
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?
D. Have another idea? Want interaction with Lapis, but none of these will work? PM or poke me on Plurk!
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"Nice stretching!"
Bit of a pattern here.
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"To make sure you're maintaining your health!
I'm supposed to."
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"'Supposed to.'" What does that mean? "Who gave your orders?"
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"...the Fitness Center?" That's the closest answer she can come up with.
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"Just us."
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"I'm... not supposed to leave the Center. It has to be here. It can't be not here."
She didn't understand what she was signing up for.
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It strikes her at last -- one thing that is bothering her about this woman. "You talk you don't have a mind of your own. Like you only have one purpose. You don't have a purpose here."
"No one's exercising. We're just trying to survive. And make it back home."
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"Y-yes I do. I'm the Trainer. You're wrong."
She's nothing without that, so clearly she has to still be teaching exercising. So the blue woman has to be lying, right? She still has a reason for her existence.
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Her eyes narrow. "Just don't do anything to hurt the mission here.
I'm not the only one who wouldn't forgive you for that."
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She struggles to put that smile back on her face. Which is weird because everything is clearly fine. She just has to show the woman how great fitness is and that she has to stop saying all this nonsense.
"H-Have you done any strength training exercises recently? We could work on our thrusts today!"
Being fitness is good and these thoughts are bad.
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She turns without another word, heading away across the sand.
The woman is not so dangerous any more. She doesn't intend to stay with someone who chooses to be a prisoner.