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 Posted: Sun Jan 27, 2013 12:29 pm
"Well, the Garage, as everyone else calls it, is more like a lot of workshops all put together. That was Pi's clay room, or whatever she calls it, and I know that upstairs is Reb's room, where he and Sabotage live. Lots of fans to cool off the computers, so it can get loud there on a hot day."
Cathair slipped through the door and only then noticed that Tia hadn't followed. She was standing there, rigid. For a moment, he panicked--what could be wrong? Why's she stopped? Is she afraid? Is she panicky? Then the clatter of a wrench from somewhere inside grabbed his attention. Of course. The main room of the garage was a big place full of smells she was probably unfamiliar with. Sensory overload. He closed his eyes and scented the air. All at once, the smell of metals (several different ones), rust, grease, fuel (a couple different types), soldering iron. The sounds were loud, too--the sound of metal-on-metal, the ever-present hum of electricity, a fan, classical music from an ancient boombox in the corner, and the mutterings of his housemate Eileen as she worked on something on the other side of the room.
It was a lot to take in. Tia couldn't--shouldn't--be rushed. He waited for her to get her bearings.
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Posted: Tue Feb 12, 2013 10:09 pm
It didn't take too long for her to accustom herself to some of the smells; she'd gotten muted hints of grease and fuel back when they'd first entered this building, and though they were much stronger here Tia was able to isolate them and then push them to the back of her mind. The stone of the floor and the wood from the building she also tried to push aside, though given that all that Cathair had told her she did so with a tagnote not to assume there wasn't stone and wood around here that his housemates used for their various crafts.
The main assualt on senses was metal. All kinds of metal! At least two of the metals in here had such a distinctive and strong smell that she could taste it on her tongue!
Tia suddenly started, moving forward into the room to where she could hear Cathair's steady heartbeat and breathing, even over the other sounds in the room. She pressed in close to his side so that her head was close to his, lifting her mouth towards the sound of his breathing and getting as close to his ear as she could approximately imagine. "There's someone in here with us," she whispered, making it a statement rather than a question. She turned her eyeless face in the direction of the room where she heard the soft mutters, feeling suddenly shy; Cathair was nice, and he said his housemates would be fine with her appearance, but doubt still lingered.Geyser Eelborn Sorry took so long for me to reply, didn't notice you'd tagged the roleplay > ->
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Posted: Thu Jun 13, 2013 8:51 pm
That scared Cathair more than anything else--Tia's physical response, the whisper, the worry. It made him wonder, once more, if he'd done the right thing in bringing her here. But then again...she was curious, she was independent, she knew her own limits, right? And if she didn't like it, well, she could tell him, right? Except girls probably didn't work like that. He remembered hearing something to that extent at some point. It was probably something one of his friends said, or perhaps his mother or something. Women had a tendency to assume that men already knew, and were spiting them, or something, or...
Calm, Cathair. Tia's upset, and panicking isn't a good thing to do. Instead, he laid a wing across her back and wrapped his tail around her in a gesture that he hoped conveyed comfort and moved forward. "That's just Eileen," he said quietly, close to her ear. "Don't worry, she's friendly." He lead her around one of the vehicles to the other side, where a grease-smeared Eileen was messing around on her knees with a lawnmower and a toolbox. Eileen's eyes flicked up at him, then moved back to her work. Nothing to see here, apparently.
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Posted: Wed Jul 03, 2013 11:27 am
Tia took in Cathair's quiet reassurance and felt just a touch of chagrin at her reaction. He'd told he beforehand that he had a lot of housemates; reason dictated at least one of them might be in the home with them. She supposed the thought just hadn't crossed her mind that they would run into someone, at least not so soon. She really needed to get out and socialize more to build up her confidence level, so she didn't freeze like a startled deer every time she met someone new. She'd been a little anxious when she first met Cathair that morning, and look what a nice person he turned out to be!
She took a deep breath and mentally began forcing herself to relax, loosening muscles, focusing on her heartbeat until it calmed, trying to keep her breathing steady and even. It was easy for her to make her body believe everything was alright, but forcing anxiety out of her mind was a little harder. She was at least able to suppress by burying it behind a steady mantra of calming thoughts, trying to make her mind believe there was no harm as readily as her body believed.
Cathair's touch was oddly helpful in the matter. Already she had labeled him as...well, a friend. Maybe she'd only known him less than a day, but she got the impression that he'd wouldn't lie to her to make her feel better; if he said something was alright, that's because he knew it would be. She took in his touches and scent and made it a comfort to her mind, drank in his calm reassurance and confidence and tried to make it her own.
As Cathair led her forward Tia was proud of herself for moving apace with him, on steady legs and without more than a single nervous swish of her tail. She wasn't able to get out more than a shy, "Hello," for a greeting, but if the clinking and pings of metal were any indication Eileen was probably too busy to be distracted by chatter anyway.Geyser Eelborn Did we ever plot out an ending point for the roleplay? It's still going strong enough right now, but I have no clue where we're leading to with this XD
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