You're the Sunflower (ota)

[hibana_incursa]

Who: Gwen Stacey
Where: Gym carriage
When: Month Apple, Day 2, Evening
What: Gwen is practicing ballet without music, but bother her anyway.
Warnings: Language maybe?
Notes: Spider-Teens will probably be acting adorable in here.

Gwen found the situation on the train no less stressful than it had been the first day. It was still a strange situation. It was still full of uncertainties as to where they're going, why they're there. How they got there in the first place. The first night, she'd slept okay. There was some tossing and turning. There was some waking up at strange sounds. There was worry that she'd keep her bunkmates up with all her fidgeting. But when the morning came on day two and she saw that yes, she was in fact on a train through the Void, she wasn't too impressed.

She went through her day. Helped make breakfast, took a break during lunch, helped out with dinner and got to spend time with Peter there.

And now she was off, doing her own thing, and finding certain accommodations annoying. Rather, the intense lack of much in the way of entertainment. Gwen missed, along with her brothers and her family and her god damn universe, was music. It was the ultimate way for her to relieve stress. Just dance until she could focus and think and really get a handle on things.

The first thing she did was kick her boots off, bare feet pressed to the floor as she enjoyed just that small freedom.

The weightlessness of just taking those off helped. Stretching a moment later before getting started, the first thing she did was practice some basic ballet moves.

There were then a handful of moves from old routines.

And then there was something she was humming along to, eyes closed as she focused.

But that's not gonna stop her from hearing people come into the gym, so having someone come in isn't going to stop her at all. Why would it?

She's doing what she loves, in a place that she's not too fond of. Spider in a bowler hat in a field of lavender, this is fine.

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[hashtagparkerluck]

Peter is not okay with the fact they haven't been off the train if over twenty-four hours. At least, he's pretty sure it's been over twenty-four hours. It doesn't matter too much because he wants off. He can't stand sitting in one place for too long-too long usually being about forty-five minutes so he's already slammed into 5000% done with this trip since there's just about NOTHING for him to do.

He's explored the train as best he can-always stopping before the Lavender Death Car, took a very short nap, drank more coffee, ate some egg themed food-prepped lunch ate more egg themed food just out of boredom and drank more coffee. He's even sat patiently on one of the benches for about maybe five minutes before getting bored of that and searching for something else to do-he decides on looking up information on ICP-things to see what he can find. A few hours after that, he's exploring the train again-not because he thinks he's missed something but because he's bored.

He makes his way into the gym carriage at the exact right time to see Gwen practicing her ballet-he can tell right off that she really has been doing it a long time-he doesn't know too much about ballet himself but he'd say her form is just about perfect.

He doesn't want to startle her-not that he thinks he would with their senses and moves over to lean against the wall. Is it creepy if he just stands here and watches?

[knifewithnoname]

The girl was beginning to get bored. It was a strange feeling. She was very rarely bored. There was always something to do, chores to escape from, rooftops to run on, stalls to rob from. But she had explored everywhere. There was no way out, not that she wanted to go out into that swirl of colours. But she was unused to being inside for so long.

So she had wandered, opening all the doors, studying things more carefully.

She opened the door to the strange long empty room and paused when she saw it wasn't empty at all. There was a girl. The tenth person. The one she hadn't spoken to yet. Gwendolyn.

She was dancing? The girl watched. There was no music, no instruments. But still the girl was dancing, like there were musicians playing just for her. She had seen people dancing before, but not quite like this.

[sweetnessandfight]

Sarai was doing her own wandering--unsurprisingly, she'd also been bitten with the boredom bug. She had her bow with her. Normally, she didn't carry it around, but all things considered, she could always practice music with it. Normally it made its own arrows, but she wasn't trusting the magic to carry through into this strange place. She'd have to find wood and glue and arrowheads to make backups just in case, when they stopped. If they stopped. She hoped they stopped, sometime.

She does pause in the doorway when she sees Gwen practicing, torn for just a moment. Does she come in and interrupt, or just find another place? The dance is a bit like ball dancing from home, but not quite, and ballet in and of itself doesn't quite exist on Hydaelyn. But that does sort of decide her.

Sarai stepped inside the door, sat down in a comfortable position, and began to play. It wasn't anything special, just something she thought she'd heard on her travels, but she hoped it wasn't too intrusive...she didn't want to interrupt the girl's practicing.