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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.
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"It's water," she adds, as though that explains it -- and as though wondering why it would even worry him.
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He peers up. There's no sign of it letting up soon. "You're not cold, either?"
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A brief shake of the head. "No." She withstands the cold of the ocean, her body adapting; this is the virtue of gems. Her eyes shift over his enormous raincoat. ". . . Does it make you cold?"
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Holding out a hand to the rain, Greg's head tips to the side. "Yeah. When you get wet, the water absorbs body heat in order to start evaporating again, and you feel cold." Even though he knows she's inhuman by this point, he's not sure exactly how much she does know about humans--or how much she cares to know. "It's kinda gross if you get wet socks, but otherwise it can be pretty refreshing."
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"It's not so bad," she notes, and there's a small flicker of something in her eyes -- something almost . . . amused? Playful?
Surely not with Lapis.
Until she flicks a few droplets off her fingers at him.
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He stops as she flicks at him, giving her a bemused grin. With all the rain, he didn't even feel it so much as he caught that look on her face.
With a gesture, he splashes his little palmful of water back at her.
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"It's hard to be refreshed," she notes. "If you're covered up."
She was, after all, aiming for skin.
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He spreads his arms, raising an eyebrow. "Hit me with your best shot."
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GOOSH!
The water splashes over him like a semi going way too fast through a rain puddle.
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Slowly, he brings his hands together, and squirts a little jet of water back at Lapis.
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About the place where he dropped fries on her.
She looks down at it.
And back up at him.
Was that it?
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Well, that and...
Greg laughs, hopping back a few steps, goading her into a dancing chase.
"I'm singin' in the rain
Just singin' in the rain
What a glorious feelin'
I'm happy again."
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Playing. Greg is playing with her. He's playing back.
Even now she can't quite resist the little flicker of delight that realization draws. She's out of the mirror, but the playfulness still holds its magic and its promise.
So she follows. Not dancing, but trailing. It's a start. She echoes the movement he's making, water shooting from her hands much more effectively than he can manage.
The song is something different altogether. But it's catchy, and she's listening.
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He laughs, kicking up a puddle at her, water dribbling into his boots.
"I'm laughing at clouds.
So dark up above
The sun's in my heart
And I'm ready for love."
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"And I'm ready for love~"
It's catchy. She's smiling by now, between the rain and the song and the glee of the moment. Her voice is higher, more delicate, keeping the melody -- but probably nothing that could belt out the notes, either. Her hands come up to block the water he's kicked at her -- useless, of course -- and she dumps the collected water from the awning above him over on him back.
Greg is so going to be soaked by the end of this number.
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Greg sputters through the cold shock of water, and has to peel away the heavy curtain of shaggy hair that's hanging in front of his eyes. With a giggle, he shakes himself off like a dog--no drier for the effort, but hitting her with plenty of spray.
"Let the stormy clouds chase
Everyone from the place~"
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Twisting around him, she offers her hand for a dance -- because what is this song without dancing, anyway? She doesn't know the words herself, so she can't do much more than echo back at him, but she does, making the song almost a round.
"Let the stormy clouds chase
Everyone from the place~"
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"Come on with the rain
I've a smile on my face
I walk down the lane
With a happy refrain"
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Her feet (in their soaked shoes) skim the pavement, kicking up showers and twisting curls of water, teasing Greg to join.
"I walk down the lane
With a happy refrain:
I'm singing (and dancing) in the rain~"
Okay, she's making it up a bit now, but it seemed right.
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"I'm happy again!"
The squishing of socks in his boots is drowned out by their splashing through the soaked streets. The cold air burns in his lungs as they dance.