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Ayla of No People (_ayla_) wrote in mirage_rpg,
@ 2008-09-05 09:03:00

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ayla, complete, day 14, john crichton

Day 14
Who: Ayla & John
What: Go-Carting!
When: Morning
Where: Cafe- then Go-Carts
Rating: PG, if that
Status: Incomplete

It was another glorious morning outside. Sunlight streamed through what could be classified as a window in the wall of her cave-like room. She was happy when she woke up. She prepared the tea she always made for herself and a different brew for Yvaine. The past several days she'd taken the tea to her so that her leg would heal faster.

But after showering, dressing and heading to Yvaine's room, she found that the star woman's leg was by some miracle completely healed. She examined the leg herself and was astonished. Yvaine explained about Tonks and the magical ability to heal instantly and Ayla wished that she had a similar power.

Leaving Yvaine, she headed down to the cafe for some breakfast. She settled herself in a booth and a golem made of clay walked over to take her order. She ordered some poached eggs, a ham steak and a nutty bread toast with gooseberry jam. She waited patiently for it to arrive, sipping some cold milk and looking around at the other patrons of the restaurant. When it arrived, she smiled and thanked the golem who promptly turned and left her to her breakfast.

She buttered and jellied her toast, taking a bite out of it. She was still astonished at the idea that she didn't have to go find all this food herself. That it was already prepared was even more strange. She was used to having the hunters provide the meat for her, but she always had to prepare it. And she had to gather grains and roots to supplement their meat supply. For it all to be laid out in front of her with no work on her part other than requesting it, was altogether unnatural.

She hummed slightly under her breath as she ate, still watching the other customers in the cafe under the cover of lowered brows. She had been reprimanded many times by Creb not to stare. But staring in the Clan equaled eavesdropping. She was just observing, but she still didn't want to be caught in case these people also thought it was rude. She lifted her gaze to the door when she saw it open from the corner of her eye.

She recognized the broad, dark-haired man and, after swallowing the mouthful of food, she smiled and lifted a hand to wave.

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johnrcrichton00
2008-09-10 11:48 am UTC (link)

John sipped his coffee while Ayla explained that this Yvaine was actually a star…a celestial body. He knit his brows and looked into Ayla’s lovely eyes, wondering if this person was trying to pull some trick on her. ‘Hmm. If Ayla saw her glowing and found her laying with a broken leg, that’s good enough for me. The planet is sure collecting a wide variety of beings to fill it’s resort.’.

“I’d sure like to meet this Yvaine some time, Ayla”, John related, “I’ve flown around millions of stars but I’ve never actually met one”.

He watched the expressions on her face…her body language…if he was reading her right, she was attracted to him. YES! Her voice was like a soft blanket against his bare skin…he smiled, happy that she agreed to do something with him even though she hadn’t a clue as to what it was.

“Yes…Go-carting! You’ll love it, Ayla!”, John assured her, “It’s fun…you get inside these vehicles…”, he scrunched his brows and looked around, trying to find something to help him explain to her what he was talking about; taking the lids off of two salt shakers and two pepper shakers, John joined each pair together with toothpicks and then placed them on the table, one set in front of the other…then he removed the lid of the sugar dispenser and placed it upside down on top of them…he tore up two pieces of napkin and balled them up and put them in the sugar lid. Pointing at the pieces of napkin, John smiled and looked at Ayla, “See, that’s us and this is the go-cart”, he pointed at the contraption he built, “VROOOOOOOOMMMMM”, he gave it a little push and it rolled across the table to her. Commander John Robert Crichton Jr., an International Aeronautics and Space Administration astronaut, was very proud of the toothpick and shaker-top buggy he made for Ayla. “Of course, the one we ride in will be bigger and go a lot faster…ahem…”, he straightened his back to sit nice and tall, “…but I’ll take good care of you. Never safer than when Crichton’s behind the wheel!”, he winked.

Once the food came, John took the basket in one hand and offered his other hand to Ayla. He hoped he wasn’t being too forward…he didn’t know caveperson etiquette. He only knew he wanted to feel her hand in his own…maybe he was the caveman. “Ready to go, Princess?”, he asked with a big white smile.

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_ayla_
2008-09-10 12:16 pm UTC (link)

"I am sure she would also be pleased to meet you, John. She is very pleasant company." She smiled and thought how wonderful it would be for the man who had flown among the stars for so long to actually meet one face to face. She was pleased that he seemed to believe that the woman was an actual star, as well, rather than this other type of star he was speaking of.

She was fascinated by the building of the vehicle and the demonstration of how it would move. She laughed softly when the vehicle rolled off the edge of the table and fell onto the bench beside her. She picked up the broken model and put the pieces back on the table. "I see. I hope these go-carts do not fall apart or roll off the edges of cliffs the way this one did." She grinned.

She was also pleased that her trust in him was not misplaced as he assured her that he would take care of her and that she was safe with him as a driver. She took his hand as he exited the booth and she was pulled along behind him. "John?" She looked confused as she walked with him toward the garage where the go-carts were kept. "Why do you call me Princess? My name is Ayla." In Ayla's world, there was no royalty. There were leaders and people of status, but no royalty. She didn't know the meaning of the word he used, or why he used it in place of her name. Pet names and nicknames were also quite foreign to her.

They arrived at the garage a short while later and she stood aside while John opened the doors and motored out a go-cart. It was loud and very strange looking although she could see how John's model had compared to it. It had four wheels and something in which to sit. It reminded her very vaguely of a metal Baby, the cavelion she'd raised from a cub. She wondered if it went as fast as he did.

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