Eleanor Lamb (
notyourutopian) wrote2014-04-03 02:21 pm
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[Action throughout the day and Open!] Playing in the rain.
Of all the things Eleanor had discovered in Luceti that had been impossible in Rapture, the rain was probably her favorite one. It had taken her some time to adjust to the idea of it, to be fair, since in Rapture the sound of falling water generally meant something horrible had happened and a section of the city about to flood, but up here on the surface it was just...normal.
Weather in-and-of-itself was a new concept, honestly. Occasionally the big storms up on the ocean's surface would cause churn in the water around the city, but never anything more than messy water and unhappy whales. She'd loved the snow too, and bright sunny days and brisk, windy days, but rain was her favorite. Maybe it was just how it was a callback to home without being so close as to make her dwell on the negative things.
Which was why she didn't particularly find any reason to try and avoid it the way so many other people seemed to. In fact, she made a point of going out in weather like that, with the large, old-fashioned purple umbrella she'd acquired last summer. It hadn't rained all winter, which she knew was normal but had still been a bit of a frustration, and now that it was doing it again, she'd practically bolted from school at the end of the day to go for a walk.
And that was where she could be found for the rest of the afternoon, wandering about in her long black skirt and simple red jacket, her umbrella resting on her shoulder, a faint smile on her face. She would stop for a while to sit under one of the awnings by the shops and read, listening to the rain, then head back out for another walk. She'd picked up a pair of heavy-duty boots, and someone might happen to catch her hopping into a puddle with them to send up a splash and then laughing softly to herself.
Even during the height of the thunderstorm itself, she was (probably foolishly) walking around with her umbrella.
[ooc: People can run into Eleanor anywhere in the village during the rain, or yell at her to come in out of the lightning if they like. She might even listen!]
Weather in-and-of-itself was a new concept, honestly. Occasionally the big storms up on the ocean's surface would cause churn in the water around the city, but never anything more than messy water and unhappy whales. She'd loved the snow too, and bright sunny days and brisk, windy days, but rain was her favorite. Maybe it was just how it was a callback to home without being so close as to make her dwell on the negative things.
Which was why she didn't particularly find any reason to try and avoid it the way so many other people seemed to. In fact, she made a point of going out in weather like that, with the large, old-fashioned purple umbrella she'd acquired last summer. It hadn't rained all winter, which she knew was normal but had still been a bit of a frustration, and now that it was doing it again, she'd practically bolted from school at the end of the day to go for a walk.
And that was where she could be found for the rest of the afternoon, wandering about in her long black skirt and simple red jacket, her umbrella resting on her shoulder, a faint smile on her face. She would stop for a while to sit under one of the awnings by the shops and read, listening to the rain, then head back out for another walk. She'd picked up a pair of heavy-duty boots, and someone might happen to catch her hopping into a puddle with them to send up a splash and then laughing softly to herself.
Even during the height of the thunderstorm itself, she was (probably foolishly) walking around with her umbrella.
[ooc: People can run into Eleanor anywhere in the village during the rain, or yell at her to come in out of the lightning if they like. She might even listen!]

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[Eleanor studies him for a moment, her expression thought.]
Okay. If you weren't stuck in here, where would you be going?
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[He couldn't quite call it home yet.]
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[Eleanor leaned to the side a bit to look out at the various weapons. She didn't need one, so she'd never really come in here again after she'd retrieved her gloves when she'd arrived.]</small.
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No, I didn't find what I was looking for.
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[She hesitated.]
Probably not, honestly.
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That's okay, it's not that important.
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So you're just going home? Which building do you live in?
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[So it's a bit of a walk.]
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[Give her a moment, she's picturing where that is.]
That's a little far, yes. Hmm. But...
[She seems to be talking to herself, and then she grins.]
I can get you there without getting wet, if you like.
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[He gestures to the umbrella.]
Don't you think its a little small for the both of us?
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Not quite, no.
[Instead she held out a hand for him to take.]
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[So he takes her hand and just waits to see what she has in mind.]
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This might feel a little weird.
[She opened her umbrella with one hand and her knee, then held it over both of them...and suddenly, he'd feel himself being enveloped in a purplish energy, and for a second, everything in the universe would seem to explode...]
[And then they were standing on the lawn outside of his house. In the raging thunderstorm. Under an umbrella. Whoops.]
[And Eleanor looked a bit dazed, stumbling back a step and looking like she might fall over.]
Woah, that was farther than I realized...
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What WAS that?
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Ah. Teleportation? I've only tried it with another person once before, and not...quite that far.
[She looks a bit sheepish.]
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His arm outstretched, the lightning strikes and is absorbed at his fingerstips.]
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And this is why its dangerous to play in thunderstorms.]
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H-how did you do that?
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[A simple explanation, but he'd rather talk about this inside and thus directs her towards the house.]
You should stay here until the storm passes.
[Cause yeah, don't want that happening again.]
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I'm lucky you were here.
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[He leads her to the house, allowing her to go in first.]
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Well. I probably would have done it eventually anyway. That's how I get around most of the time.
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[Well then. And now there's a moment of awkward silence because... he now realizes he's just brought a girl home that he barely knows. Good thing uncle isn't here. So now what. Um...]
Would you like some tea?
[Yeah there we go.]
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T-thank you, but I wouldn't want to impose or anything...
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[With that, Zuko goes over to the kitchen. He's still getting use to this modern appliances but uncle taught him enough to be able to make tea. Thus he starts to heat up the water.]
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