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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]prisoner97a413
2008-06-14 04:31 pm UTC (link)
Miguel walked down to the lake feeling oddly upbeat for his second day on this strange planet but Miguel couldn't help being incredibly happy to be here. For the first time in years it felt like the latino man had some freedom. Sure, he couldn't leave and these people were ordering him to go fishing but it was still twenty times better than the life he had in Oz. At least here no one was trying to kill him.

Besides, fishing was a fun and safe activity, wasn't it? At least that's what Miguel had always heard. This was the city boy's first time trying to catch a fish. 'Geez, I ain't gonna have to clean it after, am I?' he silently wondered as he reached the lake. Miguel was glad he had dressed lightly with just a sleeveless t-shirt and pants once more but he was nothing compared to the blond chick who was already at the lake. "Holy shit", he said outloud annoucing his presence.

It was hard for Miguel to take his eyes off her but he managed to and saw that there was another guy there in a freakin' suit. "Good morning" Miguel said to the pair. "You're a little overdressed for fishing man", he said to the doctor with a grin before glancing at Ayla and her animal skin outfit. "Getting back to nature there sweetheart?" His tone was light and gently teasing but just in case his words might offend the pair, Miguel spoke up quickly. "I'm just kidding. I'm Miguel by the way. What are your names?" The dark haired man glanced at the golem then and noticed the boat and fishing poles beyond the group. "We're going out in a boat? Cool".

He glanced once more at the poles resting in the boat before turning back to his companions. "I've never been fishing before", Miguel commented. "Either of you know how to use this stuff?", he asked, gesturing at the fishing gear.

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