( Collette herself looks freshened up, hair wet from waking up much earlier and tackling the problem that was the showers. She hated the down time between bursts of water the most. She was never able to actually get herself fully clean in five minutes, but complaining was pointless. Everyone dealt with the same limitations. It wasn't anything unique, regardless of the extra challenges she tackled to achieve the same ends.
The showers had seats. Things like that are small graces in this world, or beyond it.
Today is warm, casual wear. Collette hasn't owned anything brand name since she arrived in Exsilium, only the almost fits and tailored to fit outfits she'd picked up or purchased along the way. It means fewer bright colors overall, but she's comfortable, and if things are patched, she's still warm.
Her smile is bright as she waves in return, eyes having sought out red like a flag anyway. She's so used to it with Caesar that it's almost startling to find so much more of Kate there than she ever encountered with Caesar. Kate wasn't some kind of giant or anything -- Caesar was simply slight. She wonders if he'll ever hit that growth spurt guys seem to get in their mid to late teens. Wonders if he and Albert look all that alike. She doesn't ask.
Kate is another conundrum. Collette had managed to push their argument to the back of her head, the hurt in thinking she was being told she wasn't needed, that her experiences back home weren't valid for why she could help, and not hinder, people here. The cold and strange conversation they'd had following that, and the radio silence... it's not a one way problem. Collette knows that much, almost surprised by how happy she was when Kate made an overture to her for anything. Any conversation, or any chance to make something right that wasn't.
It's got to work out, one way or another. Knowing she can have a friend in Kate, or knowing that she can't. )
Morning! Man, things don't feel the same without a proper sunrise, you know? I miss those. Sunsets, too... We always had fantastic ones on the West Coast. Any idea if something's on for heating water, or should we track mugs down and pop them in the microwave thing?
( Blasphemy! ... Simple, sweet, structured, swift blasphemy. )
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The showers had seats. Things like that are small graces in this world, or beyond it.
Today is warm, casual wear. Collette hasn't owned anything brand name since she arrived in Exsilium, only the almost fits and tailored to fit outfits she'd picked up or purchased along the way. It means fewer bright colors overall, but she's comfortable, and if things are patched, she's still warm.
Her smile is bright as she waves in return, eyes having sought out red like a flag anyway. She's so used to it with Caesar that it's almost startling to find so much more of Kate there than she ever encountered with Caesar. Kate wasn't some kind of giant or anything -- Caesar was simply slight. She wonders if he'll ever hit that growth spurt guys seem to get in their mid to late teens. Wonders if he and Albert look all that alike. She doesn't ask.
Kate is another conundrum. Collette had managed to push their argument to the back of her head, the hurt in thinking she was being told she wasn't needed, that her experiences back home weren't valid for why she could help, and not hinder, people here. The cold and strange conversation they'd had following that, and the radio silence... it's not a one way problem. Collette knows that much, almost surprised by how happy she was when Kate made an overture to her for anything. Any conversation, or any chance to make something right that wasn't.
It's got to work out, one way or another. Knowing she can have a friend in Kate, or knowing that she can't. )
Morning! Man, things don't feel the same without a proper sunrise, you know? I miss those. Sunsets, too... We always had fantastic ones on the West Coast. Any idea if something's on for heating water, or should we track mugs down and pop them in the microwave thing?
( Blasphemy! ... Simple, sweet, structured, swift blasphemy. )