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notyourutopian) wrote2014-04-03 02:21 pm
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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[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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I'm guessing other people live here too?
[It seemed far too big for one person.]
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[Zuko also pulls out one of uncle's teapots and some cups.]
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Can I help? [She indicates the cups.]
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[Though he's not sure how since there's not a lot to making tea. Once the tea is hot enough, made faster by a little fire bending, he pours it in the teapot to let the tea steep.]
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Have you been in Luceti long?
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No, not long. What about you?
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...Nine months. [A beat.] I...hadn't realized.
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[Not as long as Aang says he's been here, but still.
He then begins pouring the tea into the cups.]
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[Her voice is quiet as she takes the tea, sitting down on the edge of a half-pulled out chair.]
Thanks.
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[Once he's poured his own tea, Zuko sits down too. Let the awkward silence ensue.]
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So what's your world like? I mean, if there are people that can make lightning, it can't be boring, right?
[A small grin.]
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It's definitely not boring. We're... actually recovering from a 100 year long war.
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