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

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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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[info]notginger
2008-06-20 09:10 am UTC (link)
The Doctor wasn’t much of a drinker, and when he did drink beer wasn’t really his drink of choice. He mulled over Miguel’s suggestion, and nodded slowly in agreement. “Yeah, I suppose that would make sense,” he agreed, although he made no move to do anything of the sort, waiting for Ayla to get into the boat.

He shrugged as everyone started to question whether the fish had to be thrown back or not. If he caught one, he’d either give it to one of the others to eat or throw it back, but he could hardly dictate the others actions. He smiled politely as John discussed the female, but said nothing. Just because someone stripped off and caught fish with their hands didn’t mean he was about to fall in love with them. Now, looking into the heart of the TARDIS and destroying the Dalek fleet… that sort of woman would be quite the catch, as John put it. “Ooh, we have nibbles! I love it!” he exclaimed, far more entertained by their lunch than anything else.

He turned and gave Ayla a look of bafflement. “Do I... what?” It took him a couple of seconds to catch on. “Oh! No, I meant cook and eat as opposed to… left to rot,” he explained, scrunching up his nose a little at the thought. He raised an eyebrow as she disappeared again, popping up with another fish. “Right, we’ve got a bit of catching up to do, lads!” he grinned.

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