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exsiliumlogs2013-10-01 07:16 pm
theguideless) wrote in exsiliumlogs2013-10-01 07:16 pm
found you [OPEN]
Date & Time: Sept 30 - Oct 6
Location: all over the danged moonbase
Characters: Martin, all sorts of folks
Summary: He's not a lion he can talk to people now
Warnings: BUH...
Martin had barely found his footing on solid ground before it was settled on stranger tiles. Yet stranger things had, and would happen, wouldn't they? He stressed little on his own behalf, only wincing and worrying on behalf of others. His friends...the old and new. He couldn't have warned them, could he? Not with the deal he had made. Simply being around others turned out to not be enough.
And those others...He couldn't wait to see them. To speak to them! To understand, better than what a cat's ears and nose could spell out, how they've endured. The scale and scope of their stay in this place still hadn't wholly formed in his mind, still so used to working step by step, piece by piece.
He wandered, often too brisk, at times distracted by the sights outside, and sought those familiar things out. The nature of the base only frightened him for moments, easily forgotten in the face of what he was really after.
Where are they?
Location: all over the danged moonbase
Characters: Martin, all sorts of folks
Summary: He's not a lion he can talk to people now
Warnings: BUH...
Martin had barely found his footing on solid ground before it was settled on stranger tiles. Yet stranger things had, and would happen, wouldn't they? He stressed little on his own behalf, only wincing and worrying on behalf of others. His friends...the old and new. He couldn't have warned them, could he? Not with the deal he had made. Simply being around others turned out to not be enough.
And those others...He couldn't wait to see them. To speak to them! To understand, better than what a cat's ears and nose could spell out, how they've endured. The scale and scope of their stay in this place still hadn't wholly formed in his mind, still so used to working step by step, piece by piece.
He wandered, often too brisk, at times distracted by the sights outside, and sought those familiar things out. The nature of the base only frightened him for moments, easily forgotten in the face of what he was really after.
Where are they?
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he hovers over her shoulder before rocking back on his heels and turning, given something to do.] Mm, alright... [cups...he looks around, a bit more up than sensibly counter-level, actually looking at the room itself. just a moment of that before he actually starts looking.
let the rummaging begin.]
A lot of things up here look a lot different than in the city, don't they? [at least, to him. he's pretty sure.
he slides a drawer closed.] The doors are really strange...
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[She doesn't seem impatient, for once, content with letting the coffee machine putter away and listening to Martin fumble around the room. When she's doing mundane things like this, it keeps her mind off other, more uncomfortable subjects.]
You been in your room yet? They're so damn small. Me and the kid and Akemi are practically on top of each other.
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his room?
his room...with Bariyan and Koltira and Feferi, back before...]
Auh...no... [softly. he swallows, tensing up.] Not yet...
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[She hasn't yet noticed his discomfort, and props herself up on a nearby table, swinging her legs back and forth.] Didja find cups yet?
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he looks back, though, blinking a few times before his eyebrows lift. he smells the coffee, but doesn't recognize it.]
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It's ready, but we need milk.
[There wasn't much chance of finding that, but she hops off a table, goes hunting...and eventually comes up with powdered cream. Some of it is even flavored, imagine that. She picks french vanilla, though she has no idea of the difference between it and regular vanilla.
There's (artificial) sugar once she does some digging, and she divvies this and the cream equally between the two cups before pouring the coffee in.]
Don't just gulp it down right away. [She warns.] You'll burn your throat.
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Huh? [his eyes lift up, broken out of the trance at hearing her.] Oh...Alright. [he reaches, pulling once of the cups toward him, peering down into it.] Do I wait?
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[It's not great coffee, but it's close to the stuff she used to get in convenience stores back home, so it suits her fine.]
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this is a very graceless slurping moment, with Martin's face already preemptively pinched for a terrible outcome. he quickly lifts his head away and squeezes his eyes shut, pressing his tongue against the roof of his mouth against the burn.
a loud gulp and smacking afterward, dealing with the tingle on his tongue.]
Gwuh...
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She watches Martin for a few moments, then snorts at his reaction. It's not quite a laugh, but it's the closest she'd gotten to amused at something in a couple of weeks.]
What was that? Did you burn yourself?
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but...better than the vodka.
he looks over at her and, after a beat, sputters a little laugh himself.]
It'th good, though!
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It's not bad, huh? This is the sort of stuff business people drink. I don't drink it a lot, but it's better than plain water.