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riverviewlogs2018-04-09 01:18 am
luckyescape) wrote in riverviewlogs2018-04-09 01:18 am
003 🐺 Flowers, Wolves, Robots... All in the name of Fun! [OPEN]
who: Freya Vaughn & YOU!
what: April Catch-All
when: April
where: Many places.
warnings: Currently None.
1.0 - Robot Flail – April 2nd
[Freya can be found early on in the month with her cute little robot at her side. It's currently smoking and not moving with its creator bend over it, a worried expression pulled across her features.]
Come on Prom. You can do it. Don't- [Her voice cut and her expression fell.] Please don't-
[A small explosion goes off in Freya's face and she sits down on the sidewalk to wipe the soot from her eyes.] Don't do that.
Damn it. [It's a total bust.
Freya looks up and down the street before spinning around and facing her little robot. She beings tinkering with her small robotic child, pulling bits and pieces from the many pockets of her black pants. She doesn't look very concerned about sitting in the middle of the sidewalk or that Prom is still releasing thick plums of black smoke.]
2.0 - Flower Exchange: De-aging (Baby Blue Eyes) – April 4th thru April 9th
[Freya isn't sure what happened but she's twelve years old and standing in the middle of a park with a blue flower pinched between her thumb and forefinger. Her older brother is going to kill her for wandering so far from home. Freya takes a moment to let the panic wash over her and then go on its way. She can worry about details later. She's in a beautiful park with amazing trees.
There is fun to be had.
After making sure she was dressed for max acrobatics, Freya grabs a bit of rope and begins inspecting the trees. She's looking for the perfect one to hang her rope and then proceed to perform crazy stunts that only a twelve year old would think of.]
Not this tree.
[She proclaims her opinion a loud before moving on to the next tree. This one has a thick branch that's about five yards off the ground. It's perfect! Freya's smile widened as she wraps the rope around her waist and takes a few steps back from the tree. There is a momentary pause as Freya glances around the park. She then runs, sprinting up the tree to the branch that's fifteen feet off the ground.]
3.0 - I am a wolf – Around & Ed's Place
[There is at least one blessing to Freya's current situation; it isn't that strange for a pristine white wolf to be wandering around the city. People either notice that she's domesticated or they don't realize that she's a wolf and see a dog instead. It's perfect and it gives her the freedom to wander in, out and around the city on four legs.
Freya goes wherever she wants, though she sometimes follows her nose and whines at those who have food. She knows that she is adorable and she uses her adorableness without shame.
After filling up on food, she winds her way towards the park. It's a nice day, that is, it isn't raining. Freya runs in a circle a few times before she finds a particularly impressive throwing stick. Now she has to find someone willing to play fetch with her!
It takes Freya awhile to get tired but eventually she goes to her human's home to see what's for dinner and to check on Ed. She doesn't know the complete details of Ed's life but his home is losing residence and he's taking it hard. Puppy cuddles are the best solution to a pouty metal limbed boy, or, if someone else is home, she'll bother them for a few hours.]
4.0 - The Rain Sucks...w/Trolling - Around
[She really hates the rain and she hates that this moon is the rainiest moon ever.
Freya is sitting on a stoop under an awning, watching the rain drizzle from the sky. She can smell the faint aroma of freshly baked bread wafting from the bakery across the street. She balances her hunger to how much she wants to sit there and watch the water thicken at the edge of the awning, drop to the street and then be swept into the currents that took the rain towards the gutter.
There is something poetic there.
Too bad Freya wasn't much of a writer.
She pulls out her phone and begins to go through the Friendr app. If she sees someone passing by she might be tempted to look up their Friendr and send them creepy messages like 'I see you' or 'You want to buy the girl sitting on the stoop a cookie'. It doesn't usually work but it is fun.]
what: April Catch-All
when: April
where: Many places.
warnings: Currently None.
Come on Prom. You can do it. Don't- [Her voice cut and her expression fell.] Please don't-
[A small explosion goes off in Freya's face and she sits down on the sidewalk to wipe the soot from her eyes.] Don't do that.
Damn it. [It's a total bust.
Freya looks up and down the street before spinning around and facing her little robot. She beings tinkering with her small robotic child, pulling bits and pieces from the many pockets of her black pants. She doesn't look very concerned about sitting in the middle of the sidewalk or that Prom is still releasing thick plums of black smoke.]
There is fun to be had.
After making sure she was dressed for max acrobatics, Freya grabs a bit of rope and begins inspecting the trees. She's looking for the perfect one to hang her rope and then proceed to perform crazy stunts that only a twelve year old would think of.]
Not this tree.
[She proclaims her opinion a loud before moving on to the next tree. This one has a thick branch that's about five yards off the ground. It's perfect! Freya's smile widened as she wraps the rope around her waist and takes a few steps back from the tree. There is a momentary pause as Freya glances around the park. She then runs, sprinting up the tree to the branch that's fifteen feet off the ground.]
Freya goes wherever she wants, though she sometimes follows her nose and whines at those who have food. She knows that she is adorable and she uses her adorableness without shame.
After filling up on food, she winds her way towards the park. It's a nice day, that is, it isn't raining. Freya runs in a circle a few times before she finds a particularly impressive throwing stick. Now she has to find someone willing to play fetch with her!
It takes Freya awhile to get tired but eventually she goes to her human's home to see what's for dinner and to check on Ed. She doesn't know the complete details of Ed's life but his home is losing residence and he's taking it hard. Puppy cuddles are the best solution to a pouty metal limbed boy, or, if someone else is home, she'll bother them for a few hours.]
Freya is sitting on a stoop under an awning, watching the rain drizzle from the sky. She can smell the faint aroma of freshly baked bread wafting from the bakery across the street. She balances her hunger to how much she wants to sit there and watch the water thicken at the edge of the awning, drop to the street and then be swept into the currents that took the rain towards the gutter.
There is something poetic there.
Too bad Freya wasn't much of a writer.
She pulls out her phone and begins to go through the Friendr app. If she sees someone passing by she might be tempted to look up their Friendr and send them creepy messages like 'I see you' or 'You want to buy the girl sitting on the stoop a cookie'. It doesn't usually work but it is fun.]
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As the song comes to it's end Freya is bounce like an excited puppy on her heels.]
That was fantastic! I love your voice.
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Thank you. I guess I am proud of it.
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I think I'm okay at singing.
[She pauses.]
At least your ears don't start bleeding or anything.
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No, ears bleeding is usually a bad sign. Really in any situation.
[It's kind of cute that she has to explain that.]
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I mean. I kind of figured.
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[Freya teases with a warm smile.]
I might be all karaoke-ed out tonight though. We need to do this again, maybe make it a weekly thing. I can send you over some more songs too so you can learn the words.
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But I'd like to do this again all the same.
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[She flashes him a bright grin.]
Ever think of that?
[Freya does and says everything for specific reasons and while her reasons can quickly change and sometimes contradict, they are usually unique. In this case, she thinks that it'll be an exchange that they can enjoy. Even if they're too busy to talk, they can keep sending songs back and forth.]
But you need to send me some too and then we'll met up again for karaoke fun.
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[ It's a very . . . normal thing to do. With friends, he imagines. He has enough data to know that. ]
And I will.
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[She's winks at him.]
Or whatever.
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Why not?
I am a firm believer in all races will be able to find love and be adorable. You know, off into the sunset in all that jazz. [She's a romantic, even if Freya believes that she'll be alone for the rest of her life. She wants her friends to be happy and no matter what Dorian said, people need each other. It doesn't matter that he's a robot because he is still made by a person. Just like babies are made...
...maybe not just like that but close enough for Freya to draw a common thread.]
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Who would he be? ]
It is still something I need to . . . figure out for myself.
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[She gently squeezes his hand and then lets it go. Touching, for Freya's race, is natural and comforting but she knows that isn't the case for most people. She doesn't want to make Dorian feel awkward, more so if he's used to different social conventions.]
I mean, I'm not human and I feel things. Did you know, some people say that animals don't have souls. Not the way that people do. And they say you need a soul to love. I know that I can love and that means I have a soul. I think you have one too, even if you aren't sure yet.
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My soul is lines of data. I'm not sure. But I know that it makes me special.
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It's still yours and it's still a soul.
[Which means that what she had said is right!]
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I know.
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[Freya smiles.]
I guess that's enough of serious stuff.
[She releases a big yawn.]
I will hopefully make it to a bed before I crash. later Dorian!
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Goodbye, Freya.