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voidtreckerexpress2019-08-12 02:35 pm
enthunder) wrote in voidtreckerexpress2019-08-12 02:35 pm
OTA
Who: Lightning and YOU
What: OTA for August feat: more laundry, more gym equipment abuse, naps, wildcard
Where: Storage car, gym car, anywhere.
When: Apple 21+
It's Laundry My Dudes - storage car
Even with almost double the number of people wandering the train in red clothing, here Lightning was again, suitcases full of dirty clothes and a dusting of laundry detergent on one cheek. Wondering how she'd settled into this domestic routine so easily after everything. Wondering how people managed to get this much blood, dirt and sugar on their clothes.
Well, they weren't Serah's outfits, which she now remembered were both delicate and nearly always covered in beach sand, so she'd cut them some slack. Little One had managed to get half of a chinchilla ear caught in her hood, Dread's shirt had egg under the collar, and honestly Lightning was a little baffled at the sour gummy mess that was the pocket of Peter's hoodie.
The Orange team clothing was already spinning away merrily, and with nothing else to do but wait, she headed out to hunt down more Reds to give her a hand. Or perhaps to let Princess know his bed was ready.
Back At It Again At Krispy Kreme - gym car
There was only so much training you could do before it became counterproductive. What had originally been a day for general fitness had derailed into testing herself on how high she could set the tennis net before she could no longer backflip over it from standing.
Her limit was apparently eight hooks from the top of the wall, because she couldn't reach any higher to set the net. And because she accidentally kicked one of the light fixtures hard enough that her heel went numb mid-flip. Stumbling on the landing, she glared up at the ceiling as the lights creaked.
Didn't Get No Sleep - anywhere
It was official, she'd run out of things to do. Keeping out of the way of the so-called second group as they adjusted to the train, she trained, did chores, and did her best to familiarise herself with the train in case of a crisis. All of that was just spinning her wheels, she figured, busywork until the blade fell.
By the 22nd day, she was slumped in one of the many seats throughout the train, journal open on her lap halfway through a memory exercise, and fifteen minutes into a heavy doze. One day all of 1A would sleep quietly through the night, but it hadn't happened yet.
Wildcard/other
What: OTA for August feat: more laundry, more gym equipment abuse, naps, wildcard
Where: Storage car, gym car, anywhere.
When: Apple 21+
It's Laundry My Dudes - storage car
Even with almost double the number of people wandering the train in red clothing, here Lightning was again, suitcases full of dirty clothes and a dusting of laundry detergent on one cheek. Wondering how she'd settled into this domestic routine so easily after everything. Wondering how people managed to get this much blood, dirt and sugar on their clothes.
Well, they weren't Serah's outfits, which she now remembered were both delicate and nearly always covered in beach sand, so she'd cut them some slack. Little One had managed to get half of a chinchilla ear caught in her hood, Dread's shirt had egg under the collar, and honestly Lightning was a little baffled at the sour gummy mess that was the pocket of Peter's hoodie.
The Orange team clothing was already spinning away merrily, and with nothing else to do but wait, she headed out to hunt down more Reds to give her a hand. Or perhaps to let Princess know his bed was ready.
Back At It Again At Krispy Kreme - gym car
There was only so much training you could do before it became counterproductive. What had originally been a day for general fitness had derailed into testing herself on how high she could set the tennis net before she could no longer backflip over it from standing.
Her limit was apparently eight hooks from the top of the wall, because she couldn't reach any higher to set the net. And because she accidentally kicked one of the light fixtures hard enough that her heel went numb mid-flip. Stumbling on the landing, she glared up at the ceiling as the lights creaked.
Didn't Get No Sleep - anywhere
It was official, she'd run out of things to do. Keeping out of the way of the so-called second group as they adjusted to the train, she trained, did chores, and did her best to familiarise herself with the train in case of a crisis. All of that was just spinning her wheels, she figured, busywork until the blade fell.
By the 22nd day, she was slumped in one of the many seats throughout the train, journal open on her lap halfway through a memory exercise, and fifteen minutes into a heavy doze. One day all of 1A would sleep quietly through the night, but it hadn't happened yet.
Wildcard/other
Krispy
Out of the corner of his eye, he'd watched the woman with pink hair do more exercises than he could recall seeing anyone do while not in battle.
So when she stumbled, he debated because he'd seen the net thing she'd been tussling with. Finally inner chivalry won, and he got up. Walking over, he looked up at the net, then returned his gaze to her.
"Are you alright?"
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"Thanks for asking. Ignis, right?"
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The royal advisor held his hand out to her, though he was surprised she knew his name. Well that spoke of good reconnaissance because he knew who she was too. So he nodded.
"And you must be Lightning."
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Speaking of her problems, though.
"You can heal too, huh?"
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The question caught him slightly off guard, but Ignis nodded.
"It's quite a useful skill, I've found."
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"You shouldn't need it too much, everyone in here's pretty tough... punching walls aside."
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He'd definitely have to find out more though, as jumping to conclusions wasn't his thing.
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"I'm sure there's quite the story there." He's really not going to ask though he is curious.
Laundry, My Dudes
"Well...eggs are his favorite...he didn't get them often growing up, as they need to be imported to Ul'dah. He couldn't afford to buy them." Not unless he and the gang he'd ran with scored a big heist--being as big as he was, Sarai had been fairly sure a lot of what he'd made went to food. He could just pack it away.
"That really is the only explanation I have," Sarai admitted. She tried to keep her clothes pretty clean, but she was certain even she had chest-high smears of avocado here and there. But that was one reason why she was in the laundry room, helping out, and helping pre-treat clothing. Claws were very good at prying Peter's melted-sweet mess out of his pocket without damaging the hoodie, for example! Though she'd have to wash her hands immediately after...
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Though to Sarai, he'd never been 'bad', just down on his luck and doing his best to get by. Like a lot of people on Hydaelyn after the Calamity.
"So he was planning to head to the Arcanist's guild, and I saw him, and well..." Here, her cheeks could no longer be called pink, but red. "I grabbed his butt. To be fair, it was a nice butt."
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"... Uh, how'd he react to that?"
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"Then I asked him if he had a name, and told him he was cute. Got to admit, his name certainly fits him." She chuckled at that.
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So here she was walking sullenly beside Lightning, dragging the suitcase of clothes behind her as she followed her to the laundry room. Laundry was stupid but at least the machines did most the work for them. It was better than scrubbing by hand. Even if she had very important sulking to be doing elsewhere.
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"So, what happened?"
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Lying to a priestess was probably a bad move, but she was full of bad decisions lately. She is trapped in more ways than one and she's tired of it all. It's all stupid.
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"Right, let's go with that," she's happy to leave it at that for now. Or, not happy exactly. Rather, she's not in the habit of forcing someone to reveal their feelings just for her own edification. "Red and blue first."
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"We can be doing blue first." She knelt down to start separating the clothes, she knew how this worked now. You put the different colours in piles, put them in the machine, put the weird powder in and pressed some buttons. Easy.
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Really, she was happy to work in silence unless the kid spoke up.
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Gym Dandy
Somehow Edge hadn't paused to think that someone might be in the gym car, so he'd sauntered on into it like he owned the place, or at least had every right to be there. Which he probably did, but bothering someone hadn't been on the agenda!
Time for a patented Eblan ninja recovery!
Propping one elbow on the frame of the door, he flashes a grin her way. "Sorry, I thought this was the gym car. I didn't know it was actually the 'prettiest girl on the train' car!"
ogfdighdf oh my god
"... You were right the first time."
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Though he then one ran hand back through his hair, that smile turning sheepish. "Never mind the fact that I don't look it right now!"
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"Yeah? What does a king and leader of a ninja clan look like, normally?"
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