Who: Nyssa al Ghul and Chris Argent Where: their cabin When: evening What: conversations Warnings: unknown Status: in progress, closed
Nyssa was on the middle of the balcony, eyes closed, legs folded lotus style. She'd explored all of the stops, nicked a few useful items, and last few days she'd spent training hard in the gym late at night or meditating. She didn't need to interact much.
And with the sea air coming in, it felt sort of like home. She could imagine ut being the mists of the mountains instead of the sea air, but it would do.
Poor Chris was getting used to dodging things upon return to the cabin because unfailingly she'd throw something. Tonight was no different as she threw a butter knife over her shoulder as the door opened.