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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Nooo, not water!

Not salt water!

Not a combination of bitterly cold salt water!!

That's going to sober him up something fierce. He isn't quick enough about himself to move out of the way, so the water hits him. Everywhere. Clothes ruined, hair flattened, everything one could imagine as the worst result of being pummeled by liquid like this happening. This makes for an unhappy, but slightly more alert, Roxas.

Hopefully now, after the damage is done, there's a calm between the two. "That.. sucked."

Unfortunately . . . there isn't calm. A wave washes in next, flooding the hole to the brim.

...damnit. Okay, he's up, he's up, can't relax in what was once a comfortable hole in the sand that's now a salt water pool. Soaking wet, and a little cold - thanks night air - Roxas turns to meet the individual responsible for this predicament.

Oh hey, a girl. "H-hey.. sorry if I scared you." Way to play it cool. "Are you okay?"

She's wide-eyed, her bare feet braced on the sand, just slightly forward on her toes like a bird just before flight. In spite of the cold, her legs and arms are bare. She doesn't seem to feel it. All attention is on him.

As soon as he sits up, her frame twitches as though she means to move . . . but the question and the apology catch her off guard.

She backs away. One step. Two steps in the sand.

"You're not . . . supposed to be here." Her voice rasps faintly, as though she hasn't spoken in a while. "What are you doing here?"

Roxas is confused. Since she's backing away, he knows moving forward will probably inspire a full on sprint. Though for her maybe not so much, Roxas is kind of happy someone else is here. It would be nice to add something social to the evening, in addition to all the other things.

And she's a girl!

"Wait, I'm not? ..is this private property?" Oh, jeez, the last thing he needs is to catch a charge. "I didn't mean to trespass! I just wanted to lay down somewhere comfortable and hear the ocean and watch the stars.. this was the perfect place! I think?"

Those questions throw her a little, and it shows, his sudden burst of worry echoing in her own face. "It's not . . . it isn't private." She gropes for the words. "It's just . . . it's late. It's cold. And dark. No one's ever here.

. . . Except me."

She'd thought she was safe. This had seemed initially like an ideal spot, close to the town on a small stretch of the beach that was a little more difficult to get to, not generally used -- especially not this time of year. Perhaps it isn't so safe after all.

Now he feels like intruding. Though he didn't see her at first, he doesn't want to ruin this spot for her. "Oh. Ohhh. I didn't mean to, uh, wreck your evening," even though he's the one standing in sopping wet clothes, probably guaranteed to catch a cold or at least feel awful in the morning.

"You did pick a nice place though.. I usually like this kind of spot. But.. I guess there's a lot more beach than this. I could.. go if you wanted to be alone."

"It's . . . okay." He seems a little too awkward and apologetic to be fully dangerous, and so far he's respected her space. While it's not a guarantee or a promise, it's still something to begin to go on.

"Just . . . you can't tell anyone. That you saw me here."

Not only that, but he's too weighed down by wet clothes to be fully dangerous! Isn't the body supposed to feel warmer when it's still buzzing from the effects of alcohol? Either he needs more or it's just that cold.

"That won't be hard; I don't know who you are. Heh, if we're asking favors, could you not tell my boss you saw me here either? I think she might actually end me if she finds out." He's joking here. Sort of.

"It doesn't matter." Her head shakes fiercely, sending her hair whisking about her face; she has to impress upon him that this is important. "You can't tell."

"Promise."

Oh wow, maybe her manager is even more strict and potentially violent than his own. Nodding, "Okay, okay, I promise!"

And to the best of his ability, he won't say anything. At this point, he might not remember after he acquires hypothermia from the chilly air amplifying this horrid, striking cold feeling. He'll be holding himself now, trying to warm up by rubbing his arms.

"I wouldn't want to get you in trouble.. that's not my angle." Brr. "I'm sorry.. I think if I don't get into dry clothes or inside or something I'm going to get sick." Or shiver, which would be embarrassing to do in front of her. "Are you.. gonna be okay out here? I know you were fine before, but just making sure.." If something is bothering her enough to go whispy hair on him, it has to be kind of important.

It's a surprising question -- not one that she's generally asked. She blinks, caught slightly off guard.

"I'm fine?"

Then added in hesitation: ". . . Thank you."

It's made an impression.

Hey, it's something. He'll take it. "Sure. Hopefully you don't run into any more people laying in sand concaves."

He'll be making his way off the beach and back into the streets, on his way (preferably) home to get out of these clothes and into anything else. Walking around in wet clothes sticking to his skin kind of sucks.

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

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