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tartwithaheart (tartwithaheart) wrote in huria,
@ 2009-06-29 12:30:00

Entry tags:

aurora kaye, eppie cardiff

Time: Morning
Place: Huria's common room
Cast: Eppie, Aurora and...whomever wanders in :D

Eppie had woken late, refreshed from her sleep. As always she woke instantly and completely, no mist remaining in her mind after a splash of cold water to her eyes. It tightened the skin and brightened the gaze, and she was as religious in her ablutions as any Shepherd with his prayers. She lined her eyes with kohl, smoothed a honey balm on her lips, and tied her hair into a pair of loose plaits, carefully combing through it with her fingers first. The day would be well-spent: she had a list prepared. Meetings with contacts, some virtual and some immediate, and there was trading to be done, and perhaps a bit of the old up-and-down, if some came along that she liked the look of. For now there was something more important: Decoration.

Eppie would have liked to sit out in the sun, but one thing 'charm school' had taught her was that proper folk had ideas about what was ans wasn't fit to do in public. She thought it all rather silly herself, but...'when in Rome', and all that. Or Persephone, as the case may be (She'd never even been to New Rome, what was so special about it?). So she stayed in the common room of the Huria, soft music playing through a little gadget of brass and wood and copper wire next to her. She had a small dish of henna at her side, and was painstakingly marking out mehndi onto her clean, bare feet.

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quick_fix
2009-06-29 10:16 pm UTC (link)

Most of the time Aurora treated the ship as her baby, something precious that deserved her never-ending patience and exacting care. At times, however, it reminded her of the actual children she had encountered. In a word, irritating. She had spent the better part of the morning surrounded by metal clangs and metallic groans that signaled the Huria's complaints with the new converter she had installed.

Storming into the common room, Aurora made a marked contrast to Eppie's pristine, serene appearance. Her hair was tied back in an off-centered pony tail, the hair that had escaped from the band beginning to curl around her flushed face in messy tendrils. Without a word to Eppie, she marched over to the container holding the chilled drinks, her feet making a remarkable amount of noise considering her height and weight, almost drowning out the soft music. She grabbed a cold beverage in her hand, pressing it to her cheek for a moment before opening it and taking a long gulp. Almost immediately, she felt her nerves begin to settle.

With a sigh, she reached to massage her tired neck, walking a few steps and then falling heavily into the chair across the table. "Pretty," she said at length, pointing to the intricate designs beginning to take form on Eppie's feet. "Don't know how you stay put long enough, though."

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tartwithaheart
2009-06-30 12:48 am UTC (link)

Eppie smiled, something knowing and indulgent in her expression as she finished up a last set of curlicues and ornate petal-shapes. "I'm still 'cause I 'ave t'be." She explained, laughing a bit. She didn't need to look up at the ship's mechanic to know that Aurora was annoyed, and likely streaked with grease...anyone with an iota of intuition could sense that from the air surrounding the girl. "Just...one mo.." Concentrating, Eppie put the last touches on that section of her design and then wiggled her toes happily, carefully setting her tools aside and covering the little dish of henna paste. She turned to Aurora, smiling up.

"Yeh look terrible, dear." she laughed, but not unkindly. She hardly knew the mechanic - not much at all, besides conversations around the mess table and such - but somehow she felt a kinship with the girl. There was something about having another girl about that made the place feel...homey, somehow. Much more nice. She looked concerned at that telltale crease in the brow and stiffness of movement. "Want me t'rub yer neck a bit? Y'look awf'ly sore."

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quick_fix
2009-06-30 01:18 am UTC (link)

Aurora made a face at Eppie's comment, narrowly resisting the childish urge to stick out her tongue. She knew she looked terrible, like she'd been run over by a land cruiser, but hearing the girl say it out loud did nothing to better her temperament. Especially considering how immaculate Eppie looked, all flawless makeup and shining locks. Blowing an errant strand of hair out of her face, Aurora shook her head.

"Awful nice of you to offer," she began with a half-smile, her momentarily wounded vanity soothed by Eppie's generosity. "But I'm comfortable where I am."

Where she happened to be was taking up half the table. Her feet were stretched out on the empty chair beside her, while she managed to angle her body so that her elbows rested on the table. It looked an awkward pose, but given Aurora's expression she evidently found it perfectly natural. She allowed her eyes to drift closed for a moment, her face becoming so still it seemed she might have fallen asleep. Then, without opening her eyes, she directed a question at Eppie.

"How're you settling in?"

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tartwithaheart
2009-07-01 08:32 pm UTC (link)

"Jus' fine, dear. I like it 'ere." Ah, well. That hadn't exactly gone over too well, had it? Eppie made a mental note to keep her teasing gentle, and rose, tucking up her skirts a bit so that the hem wouldn't brush her feet. She walked over to her shipmate and sat, leaning forward a bit. She gave a placating smile.

"An' I didn't mean it like that, y'know. Nothin' wrong wiv th' way yeh look. It's just...well. Yeh look like yer not 'ave th'best time, and I wanted t'help." a blush. "If I could."

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eli_gray
2009-07-02 01:14 am UTC (link)

Washed, carefully-shaved, hair neatly combed and dressed in neatly-pressed clothes, Eli finished buttoning his vest as he walked down the corridor toward the main room. He could hear the rise and fall of feminine voices: Miss Cardiff and Aurora.

He stepped over the high threshold and into the common room itself. Both women sat at the long table where he and Miss Cardiff had sat the night before, flipping through bookkeeping programs on his sheetpad and going over the basics. He'd been right; Miss Cardiff was sharper by far than she wished to appear. They'd worked for a couple of hours, and then had separated to go to their own quarters. He'd given her that particular sheetpad to study.

The two were chatting, and so Eli made his way to the little galley. Someone had put on water for tea or coffee, and he rummaged around in the steel cupboards until he found a tin of tea. It wasn't marked, so he assumed it was for general use. A common blend, nothing noteworthy, but it was tea, and that was all that really mattered. He found a cup and saucer, filled a tea ball, and then poured the cup full of nearly-boiling water. Carrying everything to the table, he sat down opposite the two women and smiled.

"Good morning, ladies," he said politely. "I hope that the morning finds you both well." He glanced up at Aurora, grease-smudged, rumpled, and with a slight air of annoyance. "Though perhaps it isn't so for all of us, unfortunately."

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