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Brooke was sitting down in one of the cafés, drinking some cold tea and working on some drawings. As stupid as it could sound since she had no means to send them to her company, she still wanted to work on them and get them as better as she could.
October 14th, 2008
Mark feels antsy.
He's been Here almost a year now. Which makes it almost fall, Here time. Never a good time of year for him.
Though despite everything, it isn't so bad for him right now. Yeah, he's stuck Here, but he has Roger, Mimi and Angel. And Abby, he adds, and can't help smiling. Mark really likes her.
Maybe this fall won't be so bad.
He's been Here almost a year now. Which makes it almost fall, Here time. Never a good time of year for him.
Though despite everything, it isn't so bad for him right now. Yeah, he's stuck Here, but he has Roger, Mimi and Angel. And Abby, he adds, and can't help smiling. Mark really likes her.
Maybe this fall won't be so bad.
Who: Robert O'Brien and OTA.
Where: The Fitness Room of Here.
When: Some afternoon or other.
What: Exercise is key...
[[ OOC: And Slow-Time, folks, life being the way it is these days...]]
Robert O'Brien doesn't have a show to prepare for, not as a dancer or a choreographer. He doens't have to worry about his weight the way he used to or even his level of fitness.
But he wants to.
He's been dancing more lately, working on some routines, just for the hell of it. Now he's standing in track pants and a T-shirt, uncharacteristically unshaven - because he hasn't just let it go for a while now - doing arm curls and swigging bottled water.
It's strangely liberating, to be back on track, though he doesn't look quite like himself, at all. He feels more relaxed than he has been in years.
And he's still waiting for that other shoe to drop.
Where: The Fitness Room of Here.
When: Some afternoon or other.
What: Exercise is key...
[[ OOC: And Slow-Time, folks, life being the way it is these days...]]
Robert O'Brien doesn't have a show to prepare for, not as a dancer or a choreographer. He doens't have to worry about his weight the way he used to or even his level of fitness.
But he wants to.
He's been dancing more lately, working on some routines, just for the hell of it. Now he's standing in track pants and a T-shirt, uncharacteristically unshaven - because he hasn't just let it go for a while now - doing arm curls and swigging bottled water.
It's strangely liberating, to be back on track, though he doesn't look quite like himself, at all. He feels more relaxed than he has been in years.
And he's still waiting for that other shoe to drop.
Who: Obi-Wan Kenobi and OTA.
Where: The Woods of Here.
When: Dawn.
What: Meditation.
[[ OOC: And Slow-Time, folks, life being the way it is these days...]]
A man sat calmly in the woods of this strange pocket dimension - or wherever Here existed - his legs crossed, the backs of his hands resting on his thighs, palms up, eyes closed. His brown robes were draped over a nearby stump and he sat, in white sweat pants and T-shirt - the clothing he arrived in at the cleaners - losing himself in the trees around him, sensing the Force through the soil, the grass, the leaves that still clung to their branches.
A person might think it odd to be sitting in the woods in white pants - unless they moved closer and realized he was hovering about six inches above the ground.
Obi-Wan Kenobi, Jedi Knight without a Master, without a Padawan, without peace to negotiate or anyone to guard or struggles to be settled, let his head drop forward as he concentrated his energy on learning everything he could about how this place worked.
and how he might be able to return everyone to their rightful homes.
Where: The Woods of Here.
When: Dawn.
What: Meditation.
[[ OOC: And Slow-Time, folks, life being the way it is these days...]]
A man sat calmly in the woods of this strange pocket dimension - or wherever Here existed - his legs crossed, the backs of his hands resting on his thighs, palms up, eyes closed. His brown robes were draped over a nearby stump and he sat, in white sweat pants and T-shirt - the clothing he arrived in at the cleaners - losing himself in the trees around him, sensing the Force through the soil, the grass, the leaves that still clung to their branches.
A person might think it odd to be sitting in the woods in white pants - unless they moved closer and realized he was hovering about six inches above the ground.
Obi-Wan Kenobi, Jedi Knight without a Master, without a Padawan, without peace to negotiate or anyone to guard or struggles to be settled, let his head drop forward as he concentrated his energy on learning everything he could about how this place worked.
and how he might be able to return everyone to their rightful homes.
Who: Jack Harkness and OTA.
Where: The Tennis Courts of Here.
When: Daylight. That leaves it nice and open.
What: Tennis, anyone?
[[ OOC: And Slow-Time, folks, life being the way it is these days...]]
The seasons are changing, but Jack decided that wasn't going to stop him from dressing in tennis whites, reminiscent of the 1920's - isn't the Boutique amazing? - grabbing some tennis gear and setting up the ball machine on the far side of the court. Using the remote, he activates the unit and it starts lobbing balls toward him at a steady pace. He paces himself and pursues the balls, bouncing on his feet, white teeth gleaming in a smile of joy.
He's been looking for puzzle pieces for the last week. It was time to let out some of that frustration.
Where: The Tennis Courts of Here.
When: Daylight. That leaves it nice and open.
What: Tennis, anyone?
[[ OOC: And Slow-Time, folks, life being the way it is these days...]]
The seasons are changing, but Jack decided that wasn't going to stop him from dressing in tennis whites, reminiscent of the 1920's - isn't the Boutique amazing? - grabbing some tennis gear and setting up the ball machine on the far side of the court. Using the remote, he activates the unit and it starts lobbing balls toward him at a steady pace. He paces himself and pursues the balls, bouncing on his feet, white teeth gleaming in a smile of joy.
He's been looking for puzzle pieces for the last week. It was time to let out some of that frustration.