Dita Reese / Zoe Washburne (cookorshoot) wrote in ourtrueselves, @ 2009-09-04 00:26:00 |
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Entry tags: | edita reese, greg everett |
Who: Greg Everett and Dita Reese
What: The training begins
When: Friday evening - September 4th
Where: New Orleans, LA
Warnings: Someone's gonna get a beat down?
Dita paced in front of the MTN, not sure how she felt about this. She could probably handle a flying ship. She could definitely handle driving very fast. But, this whole "beaming" to another place gave her the creeps. It was all too very scifi for her. It wasn't tangible enough. Yet, she'd made a plan, and she was going to see it through. So, with the bag of gym clothes over her shoulder and her jaw set, she closed her eyes, and she went for it.
Both Zoe and Dita had never felt anything like it, and they really wished they never would again. They knew they'd have to, at least once more. Dita stood for a moment just waiting for her body to catch up, to come together. She was pretty sure something had dropped along the way; her stomach certainly didn't feel with her.
She hadn't thought to be nervous about training Greg. There wasn't any reason to be nervous about that. Dita was rather sure of herself when it came to teaching/training, and Zoe was rather sure that together she and Dita could train Greg and Kaylee. They just had to make it interesting? It wasn't until Dita opened her eyes and looked around, realizing that she was indeed somewhere else, that she started to wonder if this had been a good idea after all.
No, she could do this. She would do this; how could she trust her crew to anyone else?