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exsiliumlogs2013-11-30 09:01 pm
colur) wrote in exsiliumlogs2013-11-30 09:01 pm
Entry tags:
open log
Date & Time: Week after the horrible mutiny.
Location: Around the moonbase.
Characters: Eilonwy and ??? (open)
Summary: Just the typical open log scenarios.
Warnings: N/A
1, vr room
It's been a while since Eilonwy practiced with her swords. Oh, she talked about it often, going out and walking away from this place, however it changed. Having a big adventure, like she did back home, the kind she'd scandalize ladies by telling in the sort of high tones that could rise above polite conversation. But since she'd been here, since swordplay was allowed, she found herself doing much less of it.
So now she was in the holographic training room, squinting and thrusting at shapes she that she supposed were born from her own mind.
2, cafeteria
Eilonwy took a tray of food and frowned. The food here could fill you up, but it was anything but satisfactory. Even gruel, she imagined, might at least taste interesting, from too much salt or too little flour.
"No," she says, rather loudly and to no one in particular. "This won't do at all."
Location: Around the moonbase.
Characters: Eilonwy and ??? (open)
Summary: Just the typical open log scenarios.
Warnings: N/A
1, vr room
It's been a while since Eilonwy practiced with her swords. Oh, she talked about it often, going out and walking away from this place, however it changed. Having a big adventure, like she did back home, the kind she'd scandalize ladies by telling in the sort of high tones that could rise above polite conversation. But since she'd been here, since swordplay was allowed, she found herself doing much less of it.
So now she was in the holographic training room, squinting and thrusting at shapes she that she supposed were born from her own mind.
2, cafeteria
Eilonwy took a tray of food and frowned. The food here could fill you up, but it was anything but satisfactory. Even gruel, she imagined, might at least taste interesting, from too much salt or too little flour.
"No," she says, rather loudly and to no one in particular. "This won't do at all."
2!
"The soup ain't too bad," he says, and then gestures at the bowl of passable tomato soup in front of him. "Needs salt, but the crackers help."