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[evite]

who: skye & you, hopefully.
what: getting settled? getting hype? what's soon to be the usual, probably.
when: throughout the month of may.
where: city-wide!
warnings: none yet.

✈ in memoriam.

( she doesn't want to mourn. not like this, anyway. skye has too many guilt-laden memories that hang off her ribs to let them free into this city yet; she's half-convinced she'd light too many lanterns and burn the place down. so, instead, she opts to observe. she finds a quiet place off to the side where she can draw 8-bit patterns across the lantern someone had so helpfully placed in her hands and thinks back to all the people she'd left behind.

she draws a pattern on one side, jagged lines that don't quite meet so much as attempt to cross each other out, and hides a name in the blur of ink in the middle. trip, four letters, but they're hard enough to write as it is. another side depicts the layout of the bus, a messy blue print from an untrained hand. the lines are thickest for a square off to the side; not her bedroom, but the sparring room. a place that left her mourning for something that had never been real in the first place. ward. what could have been.

at one point, someone approaches her, lighter in hand and ready to help lift the lantern up into the sky. there's a beat of hesitation before she shakes her head, fingers clutching reflexively over the paper between them. )

No, I think I'm going to keep it, actually.

( is that weird? it might be weird. )

Is that okay?

✈ in officio.

( they offer her a job. well, to be more specific, they tell her to find her own work, which seems a lot more real than anything else thus far. she's not used to having things handed to her, anyway; the idea of having to find her own work seems much more skye than playing cheerful worker drone and just going where they tell her to.

not that she really has to try, anyway. the city seems more than happy to request software codes — mostly inconsequential things, housekeeping projects that likely are a little too blase for anyone they might keep on staff full time, but skye doesn't mind. it puts money in her pocket and boredom on the back burner, the former of which she prefers and the latter of which is probably better for the city.

as a freelancer, though, skye doesn't have an office. there's no official place for someone to meet her or come calling; ultimately, it means that everywhere becomes her office. depending on the day or her mood, she calls a few places "home away from home" — the coffee shops, of course, with their comfortable seating and plentiful selection of baked goods; the local university's library, naturally, and its expansive collection of quiet working tables and reference materials; and in a twist, the local gym, where skye can scout for someone she might want to approach after hours, in the hopes of filling up all that precious free time.

she thinks may might even be proud of her for that. sparring voluntarily? who would have thought. not skye, that's for damn certain, but she's trying new things. like talking to people, for one. such as: )

Hey — ( hey you, no, that's rude. ) — listen, can you hand me that?

( "it" could be anything. a lamp, a book, a muffin someone dropped on the ground. go crazy. get weird. make things happen. )

✈ wildcard.

( y'all probably know the drill. if you want something particular, please shoot me a pm and let me know! ♥ )

Comments

[bythehand]

[ He's happy to roll with the subject change. Partly because she seems to want to roll with it and partly because... yeah, it does sort of venture towards the emotional vulnerability with a stranger road. Finn has six-month-long friendships where he still hasn't mentioned anything about where he's from.

That all aside? He doesn't like to push. ]

I know a waffle place. [ Literally only one. ] Couple of good trails to run on. If you need a stun gun or anything, there are a few places to check out. I don't see a lot of movies, so. Still working on the snacks.

[ The day he learns to rig up a jacket lining is the day he claims his ultimate victory. ]

[evite]

I can work with waffles. Are we talking der waffle haus or an IHOP-esque 'we think we know how to make waffles but we should have stuck with pancakes' place here?

( obviously the former is the preference, but beggars can't be choosers. as for stun guns... )

Oh, and are all the phasers set to stun here? Because I kind of get the vibe that this place isn't quite as calm as the welcome video claims, and I didn't bring my standard issue with me.

( and she'd like to be prepared, if being prepared is something she needs to be. there wouldn't need to be a perimeter guard if things were always calm and composed, after all. )

[bythehand]

It's not all stunners. You have to jump through a few more hoops for blasters or guns, but you can get them. The welcome video doesn't cover everything.

[ Even if a lot of the danger lies past the wall at the perimeter, things have a way of happening. Whether it's the nature of the quarantine or because he knows people who have a way of getting into trouble, who can say. ]

And I didn't know what waffles were before I got here. You might have to tell me if they're good for waffles or not. I'm not gonna change my mind about them, but it's worth knowing.

[evite]

Hoops I can do. ( a beat. ) Jumping through them, anyway. Basketball's not really my thing. I missed a couple growth spurts, you know?

( he probably doesn't know. he doesn't even know what waffles are! or didn't, anyway. his poor sheltered existence probably never enjoyed a harlem globe trotter spinning a basketball or slam dunking some nba washout. what a shame. )

Anyway. ( save the poor dude from overthinking basketball, skye is a real hero. ) Yeah, sign me up for hoop-jumping, and take me to der waffle haus. I'll teach you the ways of the waffle, young man, and you will learn.

( she's so funny. isn't she funny? it's okay if you don't think she's funny, finn. )