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 Posted: Mon Aug 21, 2006 10:18 pm
Hehehe...
:::She sighs as she finshes laughing, her hands pausing:::
yeah... :::She starts back again further to the left this time:::
Where I'm from... at least.
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Posted: Mon Aug 21, 2006 10:22 pm
Would you tell me something of where you are from, Miss Kara?
[He can feel her hands moving closer to the mechanical areas.]
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Posted: Mon Aug 21, 2006 10:27 pm
You don't have to call me 'miss'... I'm not an Elder y'know.
:::Her hands moved along as she spoke:::
Let's see... I'm from a place called Terra. There are just over 500 of us, living in an enclosed Oasis, surrounded by hundreds of miles of desert. We use technology to keep some land fertile, and to help produce enough water, and give us medical attention when we need it. Otherwise, we grow our own food, work where it needs to be done, and entertain each other the rest of the time.
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Posted: Mon Aug 21, 2006 10:30 pm
Forgive me. It's... [breathe] just something I was raised with.
It sounds like a fairly simple life.
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Posted: Mon Aug 21, 2006 10:33 pm
:::She takes a deep breath, not paying attention to where her hands are going anymore:::
:::sighing::: yeah, it's what we're shooting for.
:::Her hand moves over part of his neck where it was smooth and solid. Her hand pulls away reflexively:::
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Posted: Mon Aug 21, 2006 10:35 pm
[He feels it when it happens. He even starts to tense up again the slightest bit.]
I think you have done enough, thank you.
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Posted: Mon Aug 21, 2006 10:39 pm
:::She bites her lip:::
I'm sorry. :::Kara scratches the back of her own neck, partly trying to figure out what to do next now that she's made him uncomfortable, and partly checking to feel her own skin back there:::
:::She walks to stand in front of him:::
Can I uhm, get you something to drink?
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Posted: Mon Aug 21, 2006 10:43 pm
A glass of water?
[Being waited on like this feels a bit strange for Andrew. It is not that he dislikes it, it is simply unamiliar.]
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Posted: Mon Aug 21, 2006 10:46 pm
:::Kara walked over to the bar... and realized she'd never had to pour a glass of water there before. She took a minute to look around. Finally she figured out that the big metal tube looking thing spouted water if you turned one of its two nobs. She shooker her head. Well that's phallic.:::
:::She returned with two glasses, handing one to him and having a sip of the other herself before sitting down:::
Here you are.
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Posted: Mon Aug 21, 2006 10:49 pm
Thank you.
[He takes it with his right hand and drinks some.]
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Posted: Mon Aug 21, 2006 10:52 pm
:::She searched for a conversation to strike up:::
So you're pretty new here huh? If you want I can show you around, there are some pretty shway things around here if you know where to look...
:::But as she finished her sentance, she was back home, having a totally different conversation:::
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Posted: Mon Aug 21, 2006 10:54 pm
[Andrew watches her fade out. He decides to keep drinking his water and wait to see if anyone else appears, but fades out while he waits.]
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Posted: Tue Aug 22, 2006 6:42 am
**Enter Dafyd**
*Dafyd fades into the brink, stripped to the waste and drenched in sweat, as he performs calisthenic exercises*
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Posted: Tue Aug 22, 2006 6:48 am
**Enter Maggie**
*Maggie appears a few paces away, her apron on, sleeves rolled up, and hair pinned back, making a kneading motion with her flour-covered hands. She looks up as the bread dough vanishes, sees Dafyd nearby and reddens slightly. She clears her throat, a bit awkwardly, to alert him to her presence* Ehm. Good morrow, Sir David.
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WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Aug 22, 2006 6:59 am
*Dafyd glances up from his sit ups*
Maggie... how delightful to see you... *he rises off the ground and glances around the brink. With his tattooed left arm, he wipes the sweat from his brow*
And... a good thing I was wearing pants...
*he casts about for something to towel himself off*
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