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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
2008-06-22 08:49 am UTC (link)

While the golem moved the boat out into deeper water, Miguel focused on re-baiting his hook. The Latino man fished out another worm from the tackle and bait box and slipped the wiggling creature onto the metal hook before fixing his line. He did all this silently until the golem stopped the boat once more. Readying his line, Miguel cast out once more, a better attempt this time as he managed to avoid himself or others.

While he watched the bobber float on the surface of the water, Miguel glanced back at his companions. He was curious about these strangers but worried about asking them any questions for it meant they could also turn the questions back to him and he was trying to keep where he was really from a secret. The last thing he need was to be ostracized for being in prison or for some do-gooder to try and send him back for his crimes. John and the Doctor seemed like good canidates for the latter but he didn't know for sure.

'I already lied to Rose when I talked to her yesterday though', he silently argued. 'As long as I keep to that story I should be alright.' Satisfied, Miguel opened his mouth. "Where are you guys from?" he asked the crew. "Like where were you before you found yourself here?"

Before the question could be turned to him, Miguel decided to get his story out of the way first. "I was home in New York City, passed out in my bed after work", he said easily. "I woke up here and met a chica named Rose in the gardens." It struck Miguel then how appropriate the gardens had been to meet a pretty girl named Rose. "She was nice enough to show me around and to my room. Speaking of the rooms here, aren't they crazy? They can change right before your eyes!"

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