sobloodywelsh (sobloodywelsh) wrote in marinanova, @ 2014-06-30 21:31:00 |
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Entry tags: | :mary wesson, aidan reilly, charlotte charles, deanna troi, gwen cooper, nathan harris, spencer reid, spike, zatanna zatara |
Day 278 | Open Action
Scenario 1 [Can we build it?]
[Why the hell not? Gwen was a capable woman. There was no lack of drive or will in her. Nobody could perhaps call her well read but maybe that wasn't important, maybe that didn't really matter when you had started to get used to being stuck somewhere for a very, very long time.
Who said she couldn't build a damn aircraft in one day?
But as she is standing in front of the material itself, there is something in her that starts to think that drive and determination maybe isn't all it takes. Scratching her head Gwen makes a grimace.]
Maybe... Start with the wings? And what bits are that then?
Scenario 2 [Have a drink.]
[The crystal clear liquid swirls in its thick glass casing. The smell it gives of is very distinctive for anyone who has ever drunk it. Of course there is the underlaying aceton smell of alcohol, an absolute of any liquid that could make you stupid for a night or two or fifteen. But over it is something different, worse than the nailpolish-remover-stench of the alcohol. This smells like it could remove the paint from a car, with just the slightest touch of lemon.
Tequila demands to be remembered.
Gwen stares at the drink. Since it was poured in her glass it has not moved closer to her lips. A little plate of lemonwedges, and a pile of salt, stands in front of her, along with the three other shots that she asked for. There is no doubt she wants this. No doubt in all of her. The mist of grief in her head needs to be replaced, if just for one night, by something else. Something that isn’t the faces or voices of people not here.
The liquid remains untouched, and Gwen sighs, putting her forehead to the bars wooden surface in defeat.]