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Ayla of No People (_ayla_) wrote in mirage_rpg,
@ 2008-06-13 09:35:00

Entry tags:

ayla, complete, day 3, group activity, john crichton, miguel alvarez, the doctor

Day 3- Fishing
Who: Ayla, John, The Doctor and Miguel
What: Fishing
When: Morning, after breakfast
Where: The Dock/The Lake
Rating: R for nudity
Status: Complete!

Ayla had decided to stay away from the foyer this morning. She didn't want the responsibility of greeting anyone else. It was too hard to explain to new people what had happened to them. There were others that did a much better job of it. Giselle made it look downright easy. So, Ayla figured if she didn't see the flashing light of the new keys, she didn't have to greet anyone.

She went through the back door of the kitchen for some breakfast, and then headed out to see about Whinney and Racer. Both horses nickered when she neared and she began to speak to them in a combination of verbal and sign language. "Good morning, Whinney." When she said the mare's name word, it came out as more of a horse whinney than a name. "Good morning, Racer." She patted the dark steppe horse on his neck and hugged both animals. Whinney was Racer's mother, and Ayla had raised them both.

She finished her breakfast and went back to her room to get some unfinished weaving to take out into the sunshine. That's when she noticed the envelope taped to her door. She opened it and, even though there was no written language in her world, Ayla found that she could understand it. She was to go fishing this morning. Looking thoughtful, she opened her door and left the envelope on the rock formation that looked astonishingly like an end table.

She decided that if she was going to make it down to the dock, she didn't have much time, and she wouldn't be able to finish the basket she had been weaving. She left her amulet in her room. She didn't want to lose it, believeing that if she did she would die. Heading down to the lake on barefeet and graceful steps she found the dock and a golem waiting there.

She saw a boat, although she'd never seen one before arriving in Mirage, with some long poles and a box. She shifted her blue eyes to the golem, knowing that it could only answer yes or no questions. She wasn't quite sure what to ask, though. "Are we supposed to use this for catching fish?" She pointed to the boat, and then looked up to see the Golem nodding. She nodded, too. She didn't know how to use a fishing pole and tackle, so she would do it her own way.

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notginger
2008-06-13 06:45 pm UTC (link)

His third day on Mirage, and still the Doctor felt no closer to any sort of answer; it seemed that everything would have to be taken at face value, but the very thought of a new home made him feel queasy. As far as he saw it, a home that one could not leave was not a home at all. It was a prison. He had rebelled against his own people when they had tried to stifle him and pin him down. The very purpose of a Time Lord was to be able to travel in time and space. This planet removed his very reason for being, and he wasn't sure how he was going to adapt.

Now, to make matters even worse, it seemed that he was going to be forced into an activity. Really, this planet apparently had very different civil rights than he was accustomed to,but nonetheless he decided it was better to go than be dragged there by a golem. He was dressed as normal, in a brown pinstripe suit and sneakers that was clearly going to be far too hot for the activity but as usual the Doctor seemed oblivious to it's impracticality. For his own personal amusement, he scribbled a quick note to Rose than simply declared Gone Fishin' and left it on the pillow.

After that, he headed down to the dock, not exactly his usual cheery self, but he hoped that something might come up. For the Doctor, a fishing trip never ended up being just a fishing trip, but depressingly enough this one looked rather normal. Furthermore, the Doctor wasn't exactly a fan of catching animals for sport, even if they were 'just fish'. It was different if it necessary for survival, but under these circumstances, the Doctor hoped they would be throwing them back in again.

His expression brightened a little as he approached the dock, seeing the familiar shape of a golem alongside another humanoid female. "Hello! I think we're going to be fishing buddies today!" he grinned, giving her as an enthusiastic wave as he could muster.