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vatheon2012-01-01 06:45 am
p2iioniicii2t) wrote in vatheon2012-01-01 06:45 am
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Who: The Psiioniic/Helmsman and many more
Location: assorted places
Time: 1/1
Style: starting actionspam, i'll be happy to match though
Status: Semi-Closed (Open to private texts)
[ Though the moonlight provided more than ample illumination in the late (early?) pre-dawn hours, the glow cast from the Helmsman kept their immediate surroundings bright and clear and awash in reds, blues, and purples. He had a very long way to go before he could actually go on a walk with his companion in anything more than a figurative sense; his body was atrophied severely so. Though Darkleer intended to assist him in regaining physical mobility (a fact he had still not bothered sharing with his friends), he was so much more comfortable like this.
He floated quietly above the sandy beach at the side of his dearest, oldest friend. He was never particularly talkative to begin with, but this time his silence is clearly a thoughtful one. ]
[ Good morning, hivemates!
The Helmsman is in your foodpreparationblock, cooking a wide variety of foods. Notably, he's sitting on a stool at the countertop, watching idly as he orchestrates his efforts with his psionics. Occasionally, he'll glance down at his SFC, he's got an assortment of notes taken from a cooking show or ten that he may have been raptly watching the night before. ]
[ Much of the rest of the day will be spent... well, being himself. A lot of that involves sitting quietly, doing apparently absolutely nothing. Much of it involves fidgetting with his SFC in random locations throughout the hive and sometimes on the rooftop, next to the movable comb hive that Signless procured for him for Christmas. ]
Location: assorted places
Time: 1/1
Style: starting actionspam, i'll be happy to match though
Status: Semi-Closed (Open to private texts)
[ Though the moonlight provided more than ample illumination in the late (early?) pre-dawn hours, the glow cast from the Helmsman kept their immediate surroundings bright and clear and awash in reds, blues, and purples. He had a very long way to go before he could actually go on a walk with his companion in anything more than a figurative sense; his body was atrophied severely so. Though Darkleer intended to assist him in regaining physical mobility (a fact he had still not bothered sharing with his friends), he was so much more comfortable like this.
He floated quietly above the sandy beach at the side of his dearest, oldest friend. He was never particularly talkative to begin with, but this time his silence is clearly a thoughtful one. ]
[ Good morning, hivemates!
The Helmsman is in your foodpreparationblock, cooking a wide variety of foods. Notably, he's sitting on a stool at the countertop, watching idly as he orchestrates his efforts with his psionics. Occasionally, he'll glance down at his SFC, he's got an assortment of notes taken from a cooking show or ten that he may have been raptly watching the night before. ]
[ Much of the rest of the day will be spent... well, being himself. A lot of that involves sitting quietly, doing apparently absolutely nothing. Much of it involves fidgetting with his SFC in random locations throughout the hive and sometimes on the rooftop, next to the movable comb hive that Signless procured for him for Christmas. ]
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[ Still protectively holding his tea cup lest his drink be assaulted once more, he nods to her faintly and accepts the tea cakes. They glow briefly as they float to settle on the table midway between them. ]
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[She puts her tea cup down abruptly, tea sloshing into the saucer, and leans in close to stare in excitement at the glowing teacakes.]
Do it again! I mean...purrlease? They looked so purrty!
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If that ith what you want?
[ Look, Nep, illuminated floating teacakes! One separates from the rest to present itself to her. ]
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Mmmm! Thank you! You're so much fun, Mister Psii!
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[ Awkward awkward awkward.
How does one have tea parties with children? He is horrible at this, but somehow she's having fun so it probably counts for something. Just. Just going to be over here, drinking his tea, baffled. ]
I am glad you think tho.
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But she's not completely oblivious, if anything she's good at picking up on other people's moods.]
Don't you like your tea?