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Laura Moon (spitandviolets) wrote in mirage_rpg,
@ 2009-02-01 13:26:00

Entry tags:

andy gallagher, complete, day 31, edward elric, group activity, laura moon, sarah jane smith

Who: Laura Moon, Edward Elric, Andy Gallagher, and Sarah Jane Smith (Posting Order TBD)
What: Group Activity - Skating
When: Day 31, Morning
Where: Commencing at Fitness Center
Rating: G
Status: Closed; Dropped

The problem with not sleeping, with neither being able nor needing to, was that time ceased to exist. Time, Laura had come to the conclusion, was a construct of the living, and among all of the living creatures in the universe, only humans really needed time. For Laura, undeath was just one long day; sometimes it was dark, sometimes it was light. She preferred the dark times, and she preferred to keep to herself when the light was up. The other problem with not sleeping was that you saw, literally, everything coming. Nothing was really a surprise. You couldn't wake up in an unfamiliar place, and you couldn't be awakened by a visitor first thing in the morning. With that in mind, it was not difficult for one to understand why Laura was fairly unsurprised when the golem arrived.

Laura had taken the note, read it, and looked up at the stone being. "Seriously?" she had asked, brows arching. It had simply nodded in reply, and, resigning herself to her sentence, had gone along with him. There was no fight, no fleeing, no real resistance. She wasn't about to fight the golem when there was absolutely nothing better that she had to be doing. The fact of the matter was that she wasn't sleeping, she didn't have any plans, and was, therefore, apathetic towards the whole situation. Laura Moon had enjoyed skating in life; maybe she'd still be good at it. The only part of the situation that rubbed her the wrong way was that she had to be out in the daylight. Hopefully her group would be an oblivious bunch and wouldn't notice her obvious physical failings. She could pass as human at night; in the daylight, though, it was difficult for her to pretend to be even remotely well. People liked to pick at her pale, almost bluish complexion and the permanent dark circles under her eyes.

The golem led her to the fitness center and showed her where the equipment was located. As was the planet's custom, she found a pair of rollerblades that fit her perfectly and strapped them on. She ignored completely the pile of knee pads, elbow pads, wrist guards and helmets. While she didn't necessarily heal from damage that was inflicted upon her, she certainly wouldn't feel the pain of a break if she fell, and she would not bleed by any means. The likelihood of her falling was also slim. She stood up effortlessly and immediately began skating small circles around the area, waiting for 'her group' to show up. There was no need to put a dead woman with superhuman speed on wheels, but the planet had, apparently, seen the irony in the situation. She could definitely appreciate that.

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got2haveasmith
2009-02-01 04:45 pm UTC (link)

Sarah Jane had gone out to grab a quick breakfast in the restaurant area, and had noticed the note pinned to her door. She read it over and found she couldn't quite hold back the urge to laugh. She chuckled, shaking her head in disbelief as she read it several times, just to make sure she hadn't read it wrong. "Skating?" she said, folding the note and heading down the corridor. "It's been years since I've been skating. Decades!"

She ate quickly, declining small talk with the few residents who were up that early, and headed back to her room to change before going to the fitness centre. She didn't want to ruin a decent pair of trousers, after all, even if the Planet could just give her another pair. That was just wasteful. So, she changed into an older pair, the ones she wore when working out in the garden or on her car, and headed out the door.

She paused as she stepped out of her room, however, and glanced at Luke's closed door beside hers. She slipped back inside for a moment and scrawled her son a quick note, letting him know where she'd be if he wanted to come and have a laugh at his dear old mum. He'd been so good at leaving her notes when he'd gone off places, she'd feel horrid if she went swanning off and didn't return the courtesy. She slid it underneath his door, then turned and headed out toward the fitness centre.

There was a golem standing just inside when she entered, and it pointed her toward a bank of skates of various types. Sarah Jane ignored the roller blades for something more old-fashioned, and plucked up a pair of 80s-style skates, like the ones you could rent at roller rinks. She too ignored the padding, because you didn't use pads when Sarah had last been on skates, and she decided that a woman her age using skates would look foolish enough before adding the knee and elbow pads and that ridiculous-looking helmet.

As she laced up, she noticed another woman already whizzing around on her own pair of skates - no, roller blades, not skates. "Hello there," she called, bracing herself against the wall to pull herself to her feet. It had to be at least twenty years since she'd done anything of this sort, but it couldn't be too difficult, could it? Like riding a bike, surely the muscle memory would come back once she started up again.

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brain_ninja
2009-02-01 11:35 pm UTC (link)

Andy woke up to the sunshine streaming through the windows and a dully throbbing headache from the alcohol the previous night. Rose... Andy cringed. She'd be feeling it way worse than he was, he suspected.

With a groan of displeasure and discomfort, Andy pulled himself out of bed and got into the shower to try and wash away the previous night's embarrassment.

After showering and dressing, Andy left his room, noticing the note on the door as he did so. As he walked down the stairs, he read it and grinned. "Sweet..." he said, happy to see that there was another group activity with his name on it. Seemed like it had been forever since the last. He folded the paper and shoved it unceremoniously into his pocket, looking at his watch, and made his way to the cafe to get a cup of coffee and a bagel. Andy wasn't much of a breakfast person, but he figured he'd need something to tide him over.

He ran back up to his room to leave Illyana a note to let her know that he'd have to meet her later for the tree house, but it seemed she'd beaten him to the punch. Good, at least she wouldn't be waiting on him; then he'd feel badly.

Once he replied to her to let her know what was going on and how their plans would have to change around it, Andy headed to the fitness center only to find that there were already two women there. One looked as though she knew exactly what she was doing; the other, however, looked to be having the same difficulty Andy was sure he himself would experience.

He felt a tap on his shoulder and looked around to find a golem standing behind him, pointing to a bunch of skating equipment. Andy chose a pair of roller blades, since that was the last thing he'd ever tried skating on, even if that was probably ten years ago. He looked up at the two women as he strapped on a pair and decided that if they weren't using pads and helmets, he wasn't gonna be the tool that did.

When he stood, it was slowly, and with little confidence as he wobbled slightly and used walls and chairs as leverage until he got out to the rink. The second he let go of the wall, his legs seemed to move of their own accord, flailing uselessly beneath him and, with wide eyes, he only just managed to grab the wall in time to keep from landing on his backside. "Jesus Christ!" he gasped, heart pounding in his chest as he pulled himself back up and hung onto the wall as if his life depended on it.

He looked over at the older of the two women who also seemed to be hanging on to keep her balance. "At least I'm not the only one who doesn't remember how," he said sheepishly to her, nodding his head in the direction of the woman who seemed to be having no problem at all skating around. "Hi, I'm Andy. I'd offer a hand to shake but I think I'd end up on the floor," he joked. As if to prove the point, one of his feet slid again and he struggled to pull himself out of what was slowly becoming a split.

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shrimpalchemist
2009-02-04 06:50 pm UTC (link)

Edward was happily asleep when the golem came and woke him up. The small blond glared. "What is it?"

The stone creature handed him a letter and Ed read it over. "I'm not going."

Edwards eyes widen when the creature picked him up with nothing but boxers on and carried him out the door. "Waaaaait! What are you doing!? Put me down!"

Ed continued to rant loudly as the golem carried him to the Fitness Center and didn't stop until a few moments after the creature sat him down. The small blond clapped his hands together and used alchemy to change it into a stone model of Black Hayate. Edward grined evilly. "Aww How cute. Maybe I should make you into clothes."

The dog golem disappeared and a pile of clothes in Edwards signature style and color appeared.

The blonde dressed then and glared at the equipment. He grumbled lowly. "Aw man...How am I suppose to skate on an automail leg?"

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spitandviolets
2009-02-05 09:26 am UTC (link)

Laura skidded to a stop when she heard the others. Standing in the middle of the rink, a distance away from them, she surveyed the crowd. An older woman. It didn't seem that she was doing so well. It wasn't that she was doing poorly, but she certainly didn't have skating down to a science or an art just yet. She had to admit, however, that the woman's leaning against the wall was intelligent. After a short time of leaning, it was highly probable that she would be perfectly able to stand on her own two feet and skate around.

This intelligent and gentle woman stood out, then, in sharp contrast with the dark haired man. That, she thought, would have been a nasty spill. She could get there in time to keep him from falling, but she didn't want to go around touching people. L had figured out that she was deceased in a matter of moments. He was the only one who had ever figured it out other than her husband, late husband? former husband?, who knew it to be true. Still, he reminded her of Shadow somehow. There was a toughness, but there was also a vulnerability. Laura paused her thoughts and skated a little closer, still staying a way off. She was as still as a statue when she stood on skates, not the slightest wobble in her frame. Ah, yeah, she knew the dark haired guy, at least from the journals. Did it happen often that people met there first and then met each other?

The blond was next on her list. A child. Were there lots of children here? How could the planet think that taking children was a good idea? Surely their parents would miss them. Laura was twenty-seven, and she had seen how her mother, who had disliked and disapproved of her in life, defended her and cursed people for her and cried over her. It was bothersome. Who was going to take care of the children? It was turning into Lord of the Flies all over again. Fortunately, these children had something that those in the novel didn't: an overprotective dead woman roaming the island.

Skating closer to the woman and the man, she stopped again, several yards from them. "Do you need help?" she asked, her voice cold, emotionless, and completely lacking personality. Some would say it sounded disinterested, but Laura wasn't even lucky enough to sound bored. It was a distant monotone with no real meaning behind it.

Another flick of her eyes to the door. It wasn't opening. It didn't seem that L was in this group.

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got2haveasmith
2009-02-05 07:24 pm UTC (link)

Just another little bit...there! Standing, balancing, and not feeling like she was about to go careening down the floor, or fall on her bum. Sarah grinned in triumph. It may have been ages, but she could still at least stand on the roller skates. She smiled kindly at Andy. "Sarah Jane Smith," she offered. "And I know what you mean. The fact that I'm not falling about is nothing short of a miracle. You don't want to know the last time I was on a pair of these."

She looked over toward the door as a golem shuffled in, carrying a very upset young man. "Might as well make the best of it," she offered. "If you ask for a skate to accommodate your leg, the Planet will give you one. My friend tells me it's psychic like that."

She pushed off from the wall, letting one foot slide forward just a bit, then she slid her other foot forward, propelling herself forward. She felt a little wobbly, and held her arms out to steady herself. Fortunately, she was able to keep her balance. Slow and steady. She looked up at woman, offering a polite smile. "I think I'm okay, thanks." Something seemed off about her, but Sarah Jane couldn't quite put her finger on it. Best keep an eye on the woman, just to make sure. She seemed friendly enough. "You're rather good on those," she said, nodding at the woman's roller blades. "Never did get the in-line skates. Past my time." She chuckled, hoping the little joke wouldn't date her too badly. She already felt ridiculous enough having to skate with people old enough to be her children.

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brain_ninja
2009-02-05 08:37 pm UTC (link)

Andy smiled at Sarah Jane and nodded. "Nice to meet ya," he replied. "I haven't been on a set of skates in like ten years or something, but even then I didn't do it very often. Never really was my thing," he replied, straightening up. He tipped one foot so that his toes were in the air and the brake was against the floor and tried to stand again without the wall. Okay, that was better.

He looked over in time to see one of the golems turn into what looked like a dog and he blinked. "Holy shit, no way," he laughed. "What she said," he added in reference to Sarah Jane's comment that all the blond guy had to do was ask to get what he needed.

When the other woman approached asking dully if they needed help, he raised an eyebrow at her. Damn, she was pale. He thought maybe she could've used a little sun instead of a pair of inline skates, but he didn't say anything. "I'm all right, I think I'll manage once I get my bearings again; it's been a while," he replied. "Thank you, though," he added with a smile.

He smirked when Sarah Jane mentioned that the inline skates were past her time. "Hey, don't feel bad, it's all good," he replied. "Vintage is totally in," he joked back with a wink as he clucked his tongue and pointed a his finger and thumb at her with appreciation.

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shrimpalchemist
2009-02-08 06:15 pm UTC (link)

Edward snorted and stood, asking the planet for just that. He pulled the skates on. The blond carefully stood and not that long after he straighten did his arse hit the floor hard.

Edward yelped in pain, eyebrow twitching. "Who ever made roller skates needs to punched." He pushed himself up, trying again, arms out to help with balance. Once he stabilized he smirked. "Hah! Now...to go forward."

He pushed forward slowly, wobbly. "Stupid skates, stupid group activity, stupid golem." He rants softly under his breath.

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spitandviolets
2009-02-09 07:59 pm UTC (link)

The dark haired woman nodded. They didn't need her help. She was glad, though, that everyone seemed to be getting along all right. With the exception of the blond shorty, they were all at least conversing. And at least they were all standing.

"Muscle memory," she replied, turning in a quick circle. She would have preferred ice skating. That way no one would notice that she was frigid if they had needed her help. "When you're like me, your body just remembers how to do things and it does them." Having no limitations was helpful. Her hair fanned out around her as she turned again.

She was worried for the older woman. Looking at her, Laura was reminded of her mother. That woman had barely ever liked her; she wasn't her older sister, and her mother knew that. Still, Laura had loved her mother, and she had always done her best to be a good daughter. She was not a great daughter, but she was at least decent. She had obeyed her mother in all things except for marrying Shadow. Now, seeing Sarah Jane on skates, she kept hoping that this woman wouldn't get hurt. She looked fairly young and in good shape, but one never knew about their elders. They were very good at hiding pains and infirmities. Laura decided to keep her distance, but there was something comfortable in knowing that she could move quickly if needed to, quick enough to save her from taking a nasty fall.

Her silent attention drifted to Andy. His face was familiar somehow. Ah, the journals. That was it. Andy? Andy. That was what he'd called himself. "I know you," she stated, her icy gazed locked upon him. Her eyes studied his face. No, not a younger Shadow, but there was something there. It was going to continue to bother her.

She skated away a bit after a few moments, tracing circles in the middle of the rink once more. "It'd be more enjoyable if we tried to enjoy it." The logic was sound. She shrugged and closed her eyes, feeling the wind of movement whip at her face. She wasn't quite sure how fast she was going, but she hoped it wasn't perceptibly superhuman.

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got2haveasmith
2009-02-13 10:31 pm UTC (link)

"Vintage?" Sarah Jane chuckled, looking over to Andy. "If this is vintage, then pastimes from my youth are positively ancient." She pushed forward a little more, pleased that she was able to keep her balance and not look too much like a fool. At least, she hoped she didn't look a fool. She tried a turn, and although it was a bit wobbly, she managed it without falling.

"Never been skating before?" she asked the blonde boy. He seemed to be having the worst time of it. She rolled over toward him, stopping a few feet short of him. "It's not so bad once you get the hang of it, I promise. If an old girl like me can do it, it can't be that difficult." She smiled, making a joke of it. "Old girl" reminded her of Harry, god rest his soul. He'd laugh to see her on skates now, surely. But he'd do it when she wasn't looking. He'd never mock her to her face. She'd leave that to Clyde, most likely, or Maria's mother.

When the other woman mentioned muscle memory, Sarah Jane nodded. "I think you're right about that," she said, turning a little so she could look at her. "The more time on the skates, the less awkward it feels." Sarah wouldn't be the Planet's greatest skater by any stretch of the imagination, but she was fairly certain she'd manage to stay upright for most of the activity, and would enjoy it in the end.

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brain_ninja
2009-02-14 04:08 pm UTC (link)

Andy manged to stand up straight, holding his arms out on either side of himself to keep his balance. He watched as the blond newcomer fell, hard, right on his ass. "Ouch, that's gotta hurt, man..." he said softly, wincing for the guy.

"Yeah, vintage," he agreed, laughing a little when she suggested that her youthful pastimes were ancient. "Nah, if that's the case, then you look pretty good to me," he said with a genuine smile. He wasn't hitting on her or anything, but he was the type of guy to pay a compliment when he felt it was due.

The other woman had fixed her eyes on him and he looked back at her, stumbling a little and grabbing onto the wall again. "What? No...well..." he paused and furrowed his brow in confusion. There were a lot of people in this place and he'd met a fair few. Although he'd talked to more that he hadn't actually met... OH! "Oh, on the journals?" he asked. "I'm Andy," he offered, gripping the rail tighter with one hand and holding out the other for her to shake.

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