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

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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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prisoner97a413
2008-06-20 10:51 am UTC (link)

Once it was settled that Ayla got to keep her fish, the blond girl had quickly went under to get another. All Miguel could do was chuckle before he turned and focused on his own fishing. They might not be far out but if Ayla could catch one with her hands in around the boat then Miguel was sure he could cast a line here. His first attempt was less than successful as Miguel nearly caught the hook in his face. “Ai!” he yelped, jerking the line away before the hook could grab his skin.

While Ayla was getting into the boat, Miguel adjusted the line on his pole and moved away from the others before making his next attempt. This time he actually hit the water. “This isn’t so hard”, Miguel commented as he got comfortable. No fishing didn’t seem so hard to Miguel but he wasn’t fish as quickly as Ayla had done with her bare hands. After a few minutes of absolutely nothing happened, Miguel decided that fishing probably required more patience then he had so he let the pole rest against the side of the boat and glanced back at the others. “Besides Ayla, is anyone else having any luck?”

It was just that moment when Miguel was looking away that something would grab the line. The sound of the reel spinning caught Miguel’s attention. “Holy shit”, he exclaimed as he grabbed his pole. “I think I got something”. Whatever it was, it was heavy. Miguel thought it would be a simple matter of just reeling it in but he could feel the tension on the line. “Jeez, how big is this thing?” Miguel struggled, trying not to break the line when felt something give. The latino fell back a little as his line came up easily now to reveal an empty hook.

“No pescado”, he muttered, “But it looks like I need to rebait my hook”.

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