exsiliumlogs | ladies. [OPEN]

[it's late.

for someone who's slept for fifteen years before such a harsh awakening (months ago already? time is so strange in his mind), he's finding it hard to want to close his eyes for very long.

he's in the living area, the communicator in his lap, tapping through, searching for...for something. he doesn't know. a clue? some small insight?

something...]

[ Asami rolls awake from a nap that went way longer than she anticipated. It's hard to wake up after a long training session and a hot shower. She groggily slides out of bed, fixes her hair in a braid over her shoulder, and throws on a few layers of clothes before entering the living area. ]

Hey, Blue. I'm about to make tea, do you want some?

[ Her voice is sleepily rasped, but it looks like they'll both be up for a while.

She pads her way into the kitchen. ]

[he's almost surprised, only barely sensed her stirring, distracted and all. his head lifts before the door is pulled open, mouth open to speak before she speaks over the chance.

and there she goes. she always seems to be on the move, that one.]

...Thank you, yes. [it'd be rude to refuse. and besides, something warm will be nice.] Shall I help...? [but he has the sense it'd be half-done by the time he got up!]

Nope, I got it.

[ Asami sets up two mugs with teabags while waiting for the kettle to boil water. In the meantime, she just stares at the empty bottoms, because thinking is not a thing that is happening right now. She should be engaging Blue in a conversation, but she's comfortable enough living with him at this point that it can wait.

The tea is ready after a few minutes, and then she brings him a steamy mug with a saucer. She sits down on the opposite end of the sofa. ]

Are you just relaxing, tonight?

[he was as content to wait in that silence as she was, aware of the grogginess still lingering, slowly dissipating. ...slowly. he spends some of that time turning off the communicator and setting it aside, no longer a focus of his attention.

as he reaches out to accept the mug:] Thank you. [he is quiet for a time, settling back with both dishes carefully in hand, even after glancing over at her question.

relaxing? eh. well.]

I may let myself see more of this city tonight. I am too restless for sleep.

Really? Me too, my nap went way too long.

[ She sits back with her tea and crosses her legs. She can feel herself waking up a little bit as he talks about his potential plans. ]

Where in the city were you thinking of checking out?

[his mouth quirks with a faint smile before drawing the drink up for a tentative sip. already awake, he still can't avoid picking up and resonating with the energy she brings just in simple conversation.]

I have yet to choose. [looking back at her.] What would you advise?

Well, I'm not exactly sure. I've wanted to walk out of here, take a right or a left, and see where it takes me, but I haven't gotten the chance yet.

[ Careful not to spill hot tea on her lap, she crosses up her legs and adjusts her hips to face him. ]

[his head tilts a little, almost simultaneous with her turn, pondering a moment.]

You're welcome to join me, if you wish. Though it is late, isn't it...

No, I'd like that! I mean, I'm going to be up for a while, anyways.

[ She hides some of her enthusiasm with a sip of her tea, but it's still quite apparent that she's really into the idea. ]

Then... [lifting the mug slightly in a bit of a salute.] We'll see what we can find, yes? It will be a different sight from the ground.

Yeah, certainly! I'll go get ready real quick.

[ She takes a long sip of her tea and sets it down on a coaster before taking eager steps back into her room.

Might want to get comfortable, Blue. ]

[he's got no qualms about that. rather, he's content to let her bustle off, her much-more-awake clips of thoughts mood an interesting bit of color (as it were) to his wait. such things are infectious to degrees, and he can't help but entertain the notion of flight again – she was daring enough to suit that, wasn't she?

but small steps first, perhaps. he was going to have a walk with a human – something fairly impossible where he was from.

it keeps the small smile playing on his lips as he finishes most of the drink, going about picking up after the both of them as she finishes up.]

[ Indeed, it takes about half an hour for Asami to find an outfit she's okay with wearing, to reapply makeup, to fix up her hair, and to properly accessorize. Normally she takes longer, but the better part of her is considerate of Blue's time and energy.

Looking considerably put together when she exits, she makes a beeline for her purse hanging on a door, throws her netbook inside, and checks for her key to get back in. A glance passes to where she left the tea, only to find it gone, and she thanks Blue under a hurried breath.

This is nice, the spontaneity. Keeping busy is essential to maintaining her sanity in Exsilium. Here she thought she'd be stuck with her thoughts all night. It would be even better if they could go for a drive, if she could feel the wind in her hair and the control over such an ingenious contraption. They'd be able to go farther faster. Thoughts would be clearer. ]

All right, I'm sorry about that. Are you ready to go?

[his head shakes while he wears a small smile, dismissing the apology. it's probably strange, but...it's incredibly fascinating, sensing the buzzing and process she's gone through to get ready. it's incredibly mundane and...comfortingly similar to the way some of his fellow Mu behaved, even in hiding. humans weren't so different. comforting and sad.

but that aside,] I am. [he meets her at the door, advancing ahead to open it and stand as doorstopper for her to pass through.]

[ Asami passes through the door and walks with very much goal-oriented footsteps down the hallway, and again down the stairs. Her voice echoes in the stairwell among hasty footsteps. ]

So, I'm thinking we should take a right out of the building and see where the path takes us. You know what, we should do something fun while we're out, that way when we come back from our walk we'll feel like we've found something. Long drives actually used to be really good for that. What do you like to do, anyway?

[he falls into step at her side once that aforementioned right turn is made at last, the both of them free of the building after a brief trek downstairs. it was enough of a distraction, perhaps, to delay his response to the question posed at the end of it all.]

Well... [his voice sounds much different, hers having echoed off concrete and metal within, his swallowed up into the open air.]

That's something I'm trying to learn here. This is a different life than the one I led before, with opportunities I didn't have. Simply walking down a street when I wish... [liable to get a guy like Blue shot back in his world.]

[ Asami flashes him a sympathetic look, but she knows looking at someone that way can be a little offensive on its own. A curl forms at a corner of her red lips. ]

I wish I'd known that earlier, or else I would've dragged you out before now. We'll find something ridiculous for you to do. Have you heard of karaoke?

[he has to think a minute, whether the word's something he knows or not...]

It doesn't sound familiar. [but. wait. slightly squinting.] This is something ridiculous?

Only the most ridiculous. Do you sing?

[sing.......,]

No, I don't. Is that what it is? "Karaoke."

I saw it happen in one of the restaurants around here. They give you a microphone, someone plays an instrument, and you just sing to it. You probably make up the words as you go.

Or if that's not your cup of tea, we can just... window shop? There have to be some crazy things to look at.

[he makes a faint kind of sound at her explanation, but remains silent for the alternative offer. without considering the hour, Blue's much more inclined to the observing rather than singing.]

I cannot say whether we will find much of interest, but... [doing a quick glance about.] I have not been this way before. We may spot something.

Right. Well, at this time of night, you sort of find things you wouldn't otherwise see in the daytime. The windows should be dimly lit, so you can see more inside.

[ That's her reasoning back home, anyway. The nature of the shops in Exsilium are still unfamiliar, and with as little money that she has, she has to steer herself away from looking too much. ]

Like this–?

[the timing is almost perfect, but it does take a couple steps to meet the dingy shop window.

clothes and things to go with. Blue can vaguely see himself looking, reflected, and not really looking all that certain what he's seeing is very odd.

fashion doesn't really ping on his radar all that much.]

[ Asami glances in the direction of his gesture and nods her head a little. ]

Yup, just like that. Although that's a gorgeous blouse.

[ She briefly peers inside. ]

It's hard to believe everything here is handmade. Back home it's so industrial.

You have no human hands behind your industry anymore? [eyebrows lifted.]

Well, we do, in a way. Someone has to work the factories, right? But a lot of things are mass produced now, like clothes and toys. Cars.

[ All right, there are only so many times she can go to the library and the Initiative gym before she feels like she's running herself into the ground with this routine. And their apartments are depressingly drab and barren and if she has to look out the same off white window frame against off white wall one more time, she will not be responsible for her actions.

So the living area is becoming increasingly full of as many yards of brilliantly colored as Wanda can get her hands on and it's not entierly unusual to come across Wanda right smack dab in the middle of trying to piece swatches of material together.

She is not a quilter even in the slightest, but it's almost refreshingly new compared to everything else.]

Hey— oh, wow.

[ ...is Asami's knee-jerk reaction when she enters the living room after coming home from training. She approaches Wanda and the swatches and leans over to take a peek, tucking hair behind her ear in the process. ]

What're you working on, there?

A quilt.

[It looks nothing like a quilt, more like an unfortunate triangle of about two feet by one. The colors are nice enough, but there's something about the patterns on the fabric that makes it look a strange.]

Or at least, it's supposed to be a quilt. [She sighs and looks up at Asami.] I'm positive living in this awful, dark world is making me color blind.

[ Asami crouches down for an engaged look, and after Wanda's explanation her knees tilt onto the floor. ]

Well, it looks like it's coming along. Can I help? Not that I have experience quilting or anything like that.

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