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Post by Skystrike/Skylar Stringers on Feb 17, 2012 11:54:57 GMT -5
Why did human bodies need so much sleep? Skylar resists the urge to rub her eye, a dark scowl on her face. She’s needed to sleep every day and six hours didn’t seem to be doing it. The vague cloud of human memories supplied her with nine, but certainly no one needed such a ridiculous amount of just lying down and doing nothing, right? Apparently the body disagrees.
Regardless, Skylar pushes it. Aside from her work there were other things to do. So much to do. She’s not even entirely sure where to begin outside of the news and the internet but even those were vast. How did the intel division do this?
The woman strides down the sidewalk, lifting a hand to shade her eyes from the sunlight. Something moves out of the corner of her eyes and turns to look at it-
There’s a little ‘fumfh’ of a hat smacking into her face.
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Post by Wreckage on Feb 20, 2012 20:04:30 GMT -5
The world is out to make itself as big a nuisance as it can, Rachael sees, following her hat. Not only is she plagued by an obnoxious wardrobe, but that woman has stumbled across her path again. Skylar, she recalls the name. She slows her stride, then stops and squares herself off against the other woman.
"That is mine," she says, though she makes no move to take it back. She expects it to be given over instead.
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Post by Skystrike/Skylar Stringers on Feb 21, 2012 15:05:14 GMT -5
… Skylar scowls and peels the hat off her face with a low, unhappy grumble. She takes a moment to glare at the item before heaving a long suffering sigh and looking around to see if she could find the owner-
Oh.
Much too tired to square off with anyone, Skylar just gives Giselle an exhausted and mildly bewildered look when the other woman comes to a stop in front of her. That and her heart starts beating faster again and Skylar idly wonders if that’s going to keep happening every time she meets this woman. Could this cause heart problems? Did she have to worry about heart problems now too?
She gives into the demand readily enough and hands the hat back; she doesn’t particularly want unnecessary conflicts.
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Post by Wreckage on Feb 26, 2012 21:49:47 GMT -5
Rachael seizes back the hat, but holds it awkwardly for a moment before tucking it under one arm because she has no desire whatsoever to put the damned thing back on. Then she stares at Skylar, not quite certain if she should exchange niceties or simply be on her way.
She settles for a curious stare instead, as if to ask Skylar what she's even doing here at this particular moment.
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Post by Skystrike/Skylar Stringers on Feb 28, 2012 14:25:29 GMT -5
Skylar shrugs and gestures to a white box she’s been carrying in one arm, murmuring, “Roommate.” She’d come back after picking up a box from the post for the girl. It was on her way back from work and it was more efficient than said roommate retrieving it herself.
After a moment she returns Giselle’s curious look although she suspects the other woman probably wasn’t going to tell her why she was here considering their previous encounter.
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Post by Wreckage on Mar 9, 2012 0:26:30 GMT -5
"Too cowardly to get it themselves?" It slips out before Rachael can censor herself. She stifles a disgusted sigh at herself; why did she think of those dandy planes? This human is hardly that much like Skystrike.
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Post by Skystrike/Skylar Stringers on Mar 9, 2012 10:18:33 GMT -5
Skylar slowly arches a brow at Giselle. She then glances quickly around to see if anyone was in hearing range before looking back to the other woman, eyes narrowed suspiciously.
“You were roomed with a pirate and a swindler,” she says after a moment.
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Post by Wreckage on Mar 9, 2012 15:29:34 GMT -5
Rachael returns that narrow-eyed look when Skylar mentions her own roommates aboard Ship and reaches out, trying to grab the other woman by the upper arm. She is not gentle about it, and she ignores any odd looks this draws from passers-by.
"And what makes you say that?" she demands in a low, low voice, any pretence of dancing about the issue gone.
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Post by Skystrike/Skylar Stringers on Mar 9, 2012 16:30:55 GMT -5
Skylar lets herself be grabbed with little resistance, an amused smile on her face despite the rough handling. She sincerely hopes this is not going to end up with another bout of public... affections, because that would be awkward, what with the amount of people walking by.
She tries to brush the fingertips of her captured hand over that pale, pale face, leaning in close to whisper, “Hello, Wreckage.”
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Post by Wreckage on Mar 16, 2012 12:11:21 GMT -5
Four quiet syllables. Two brief words. Rachael's eyebrows rise a full half an inch and her eyes widen. On the one hand, she tells herself in the back of her mind, there is still a chance this could be some well-informed spy. On the other hand, she knows only one mechanism who has ever greeted her in that particular tone while being as similarly baffling as this woman, sharing those same subdued mannerisms. That light touch to her cheek, just where bolt-shaped ridges of metal should be. She quashes the urge to wrap her arms around Skystrike right there, however, and settles for fixing her hand around the other woman's wrist to lead her off.
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Post by Skystrike/Skylar Stringers on Mar 17, 2012 10:33:12 GMT -5
Skylar tries not to grin too hard as she is led off, but the overwhelming sense of relief is making it rather difficult. Really, she has no reason to be grinning. If she’s not the only one who’d been changed then the implications were rather worrisome.
Sobering up at that thought, she peers at Wreckage questioningly as the other leads her away. Where are they going?
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Post by Wreckage on Mar 22, 2012 22:22:59 GMT -5
Skylar gets no answer; only a stronger tug on her arm if she slows or hesitates. Rachael has no plans to stop until they have reached her place, where it should be safe enough to talk, and she turns a serious, wary look on the other woman to quell any further conversation.
Of course, if this does prove to be a fake of some sort, then she can murder Skylar in ease and privacy.
OOC: Skip?
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Post by Skystrike/Skylar Stringers on Mar 24, 2012 11:27:24 GMT -5
Skylar goes along willingly enough. She does send a brief text to her roommate about being home later, but otherwise doesn’t hinder Wreckage. Her roommate could live a while longer without her new shoes.
OOC: Skip!
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Post by Wreckage on Mar 29, 2012 23:03:12 GMT -5
Rachael leads Skylar to an upscale five-story building several blocks away, and to the top floor loft she calls her own. She leaves Skylar find her own seating – there is an overstuffed chair against one wall in the 'living room' area, and a papasan diagonally from that with a hexagonal, glass-top coffee table between them – or mill about while she locks the door. From the corner of one eye, she watches Skylar, observing the other woman's behaviour as she fetches a glass for herself from one cabinet. She pauses briefly, then turns to Skylar with a questioning look. It has only just occurred to her that her guest might be thirsty as well.
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Post by Skystrike/Skylar Stringers on Apr 1, 2012 18:26:11 GMT -5
Skylar doesn’t sit. She has very rarely violated the unspoken rule of touching her roommate’s things and this was pretty much already going into ‘standing on someone else’s bed’ territory. It leaves her hunched up awkwardly in the living room waiting for Wreckage to do whatever it was she was going to.
A whole place to one person. Even as a human, Skylar had a roommate- she’d never not had a roommate in her long life except for that unpleasant space between wingmates. The idea of an accommodation created solely for one person to live in it was alien. The opulence of the place was alien too and she stares at it all, trying to reconcile the image of... these unnecessary and pretty things and the spartan state of their rooms onboard the Ship. She barely even had datapads after being dropped into this universe and here was an entire house full of things dedicated to one person.
Wreckage’s silent offer for a drink distracts her from her musings and she peers curiously at her host for a moment before shrugging stiffly. It would be nice, but she’s not going be particularly bothered if Wreckage didn’t want to give her any.
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