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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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johnrcrichton00
2008-06-14 06:40 pm UTC (link)

When Crichton found the envelope taped to his door and read the message inside, he chuckled to himself and announced out loud, "A little heavy-handed there, don't ya think, Planet?! Not like ya have to force me to go fishin', bud!".

Placing the letter on an end table, he started himself a shower and lathered up for a shave. While looking in the mirror and trying not to nick himself, Crichton wondered, "Hey, Planet, Is there any chance we could have a cooler full of brewskis to take along on this fishing trip?". Rinsing off his face, John brushd his teeth and then quickly showered, excited to get his day started.

Whistling an old camp song, Crichton dressed in jeans, tee shirt and hiking boots and headed for the door, "Whooooa-hoooo-hooo! Planet, I love you!", he exclaimed, when he found next to the front door...a cooler full of canned beer. Picking up his cooler and strutting out the door, John headed cheerfully to the lake.

On the way to the lake he thought backon all of the fishing trips he went on with his dad and what a magical time he'd had. Those were really great days. Of course the last time he'd been in a fishing boat, was a bad boat memory...he and his beloved Aeryn Sun had been blown apart...crystallyzed by an alien weapon.

Finally arriving at the dock, he spotted the golem and what must be his companions for the day, two men and a woman...quite an assortment too, an incredible hot blonde woman in what appeared to be an animal skin swim suit or something...a thin fellow in a suit...and a latino guy.

John approached with a wide smile and shook hands with the latino guy first, "Hey, how's it goin', name's John?"

Then he shook hands with the fellow in the suit, "Hello, name's John. How are you this morning? Nice suit, by the way!"

Gently he took the woman's hand betwen two of his own, "Good morning, Miss. My name is John. I hope you are well this morning. If you need any help at all, you just let me know,okay?"

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