riverviewlogs | ( open ) girl's not grey

who: AU'd Re-L Mayer & YOU!
what: Shenanigans of the tiny kind - conning people in to buying her candy, escaping her captors (baby sitters) - and of course trying to escape the Quarantine because that's what Re-L does.
when: June 15-24th
where: All around the Quarantine
warnings: None atm!

i. just like heaven

[ Someone's found her way to the nearest candy shop in her adventures around the Quarantine. Re-L's nearly unrecognizable, without her blue make-up, shorter (but, you know, still fairly tall compared to other kids her age) - and namely, dressed in pink and with a half smile on her face. She peruses the stores nearby, moving from a bakery to a candy store, standing at the windows with her palms splayed on the glass, looking at everything with a certain sense of wonder. Romdeau had never had places so colorful or so lively, and the movement all around is close quarters and oh so exciting -

So she moves away from the window and instead in to the shop, hands clasped behind her back, humming lightly to herself as she takes in the wares, sugary sweet things she'd never been allowed to have, or had never seen before. There's a bit of an odd, hoppy pace to how she moves, balancing on one heel for a few moments before actually making her next stride, hair primly tucked behind her ear. There's a plan brewing in those eyes if anyone's ever seen one - eyeing up a particularly sweet looking batch of taffies that she'd like to get her grubby little pale mitts on. Re-L's eyes scan the crowd, looking for someone who may look a little... easy to talk to, maybe.

Or easy to string along in this little plan.

Once she's got her eyes on someone, though, she approaches and tugs on their hand, clothing, where ever she can, those big blue eyes directed up, very much puppy dog and then - ]

Do you know if their um... [ She pauses, not sure what the taffies are, but instead points - ] .. those things are any good?

ii. the great escape

[ Fortunately for Re-L, she may have found a caretaker along her wandering way or just... you know. Found a passerby who's stopped her from shirking candy stores of their candy or people of their money if she'd asked nicely enough -

And she's currently running away from them at break-neck pace, laughing her head off the entire way. She's fast, probably thanks to the sheer length of her legs, long hair billowing behind her as she runs ahead, occasionally turning, as if to check if the other person is still there -

The momentary pause may seem like she's stopping to be caught, but -

Nope. She whips right back around with another joyful laugh and takes off again. ]

iii. i still see that look in your eye

[ Somehow, once she's able to sneak way from where ever she's held up as any child should be, Re-L sneaks her way back out and .. well, somehow manages to make her way to the border wall. Being sneaky is part and parcel to living in Romdeau Dome and getting away with things, after all. Thankfully she's not trying anything miraculous or wild, actually just.. spending time taking a look up at stars - (stars!), pale little legs kicking over the edge of the wall with a careless cadence.

There's a draw to danger and places she shouldn't be, so there's no wonder any passers-by may be shocked to find her there just.. seemingly enjoying the breeze and night sky, actually... quiet, for the first time in a little while. Maybe it's the night sky or just the lack of excitement and movement at the wall - either way, for once she's not running away or thinking of sly plans. ]

iv. choose your own adventure

Have an idea for a prompt that's not here! Throw it my way!

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[ Perfectionist as she is, even as a child, Re-L's now bound and determined to make that damn bubblegum bubble if it's the last thing she manages. Now that she knows she can't push air that hard it can't be too bad, right? The delicacy of the bubblegum bubble isn't something she anticipates, though, which makes things a little bit more difficult.

She makes a few more slightly successful attempts, small bubbles that burst fairly quickly, but it seems to irritate her all the same. ]

I'm not taking a picture of some tiny bubble.

[ She will not be embarrassed by a tiny bubble in a photo! ]

[That's an attitude she can get behind. Every time she makes a bubble attempt, Iris claps lightly until they pop and makes a disappointed sound when they do.]

Keep trying! You almost had that last one.

[In the meantime, Iris is trying to perfect her own. It's not going much better. Just bubble explosions all over the place.]

[ There's definitely a slight sense of irritation about her that this is taking so long to master - she feels as though she's spent much less time mastering much simpler tasks, and perhaps that's where it all comes from - she just wants to master it here and now! A long suffering sigh follow Iris' encouragements, but she'll continue to try anyways.

This one she spend a good bit of time and patience on (for Re-L), and once it's there, she's motioning to Iris both to look at her bubble (THIS IS VERY EXCITING) as well as an urging to get her bubble blown so that they could, finally, take the picture before her bubble may suffer a sad fate. ]

[Oh no, she can't let her down! Not after all that time it took for her to make it. Clapping and beaming at her accomplishment, she hurries to blow her own, careful to make it smaller than Re-L's. She wants her to be the star of the selfie show.

Then she leans back, flipping her phone out in a quick motion that shows she's done this a time or two before, and snap. Picture taken! Her victory is immortalized. Iris blows hard enough to pop her bubble and twists the phone around to show her the image.]

It looks even bigger in the picture, don't you think?

[ Truly, Iris is too kind to her, allowing her bubble to be bigger - she ought to be canonized, truly. Her frail little burgeoning ego might not have withstood the blow of having a smaller bubble, but her they are, preparing for a photo, Re-L jealousy guarding her bubble from the outside world in the mean time. It's not as though anyone's going to go by with the aim of popping her bubble in particular, but...

She doesn't know that for sure, either, does she?

Re-L is grinning around her bubble, arms thrown out slightly in victory, all too happy to take the photo.

There's even reluctance about popping it, but she does it anyway, thinking it immortalized in photo form anyway as she takes a look at the results. ]

It does! I'll just have to keep at it and make an even bigger one!

Too big and you'll float away, you know! Better know your limits.

[When she looks back at the photo, it warms her heart. Ever since she arrived, it's been peaceful. Happy. Even her friends were around and she was able to enjoy their company in a way she couldn't back in their world. Times like this remind her of the peaceful days she missed. It reminds her of people who can't enjoy this moment like she can. To thinking of a small boy, playing indoors because night comes too fast, and daemons linger outside the safety of their home. It's bittersweet the way Re-L reminds her time with him and she can't help to wonder if he would have taken part of this bubblegum contest too.

She doesn't linger on her thoughts long and leans back, holding the phone up again. Not for another picture, but to show her the cute photo editing app that she's using. Sparkles frame the image and so far, Iris has small black cat ears on Re-L's head.]

Do you want whiskers or a mustache?

Could I really do that? [ Careful there, Iris, she might do it on purpose just to see, now. The science doesn't support it, but hey, there's no knowing until an experiment is completed, right? That's how Daedalus would probably tell her if she asked how to approach it, if not flatly tell her to stop being foolish.

The quiet between them doesn't bother her one bit, lightly kicking her feet back and forth as she tries to blow more bubbles, some more successful than others. Perfecting technique is important, after all. There's no such thing as recreation without trying to get something out of it, too.

She snaps out of her own personal bubble blowing contest as Iris leans back, a small inquiring noise making it past the bubble she's currently blowing. She sits back up as if for another photo - but then notices that the image isn't moving, and there's new details - ]

Oh - Well, if you're adding ears, then whiskers.. [ Because that's what makes sense, after all. ] Are you going to be a cat too?

( open ) girl's not grey

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject