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| − | | | + | | cast =Farideh, Itsy, Ketsl, Laine, Tess |
| − | | | + | | summary = While Tess is on loan to HRW for grief counseling, she walks in on... something that could probably benefit from her expertise, but she doesn't offer. In the end, she has concerns her knot frightened everyone away (or perhaps that she's, in fact, imaginary). |
| − | + | | gamedate = 2015.04.10 | |
| − | | | + | | icdate =Day 1, month 7, turn 37 |
| − | | | + | | quote ="Always poking and prodding." |
| − | + | | location = Harper Classroom, High Reaches Weyr | |
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| − | | | + | | mentions = Drex |
| − | | | + | | icons = tess.jpg |
| − | | | + | | ooc = Log stolen from HRW wiki. Thanks! |
| − | |mentions=Drex | + | | log =The usual sounds of music and children that fill the classroom are missing, and instead the hallowed cavern is eerily quiet - or, as quiet as one can get during the humdrum of a Weyr day. At the end of one of the long benches, usually filled with children, Farideh's sitting by herself, her short legs stretched out to touch the leg of the bench in front, with her hands folded demurely in her lap. She looks ''distracted'', staring as she off into the indistinct distance, and chews absently on her lower lip. Whether her was here all along or wandered in after lessons concluded is a mystery, but for ''now'', the door to the classroom is half-cracked open. |
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| − | |log=The usual sounds of music and children that fill the classroom are missing, and instead the hallowed cavern is eerily quiet - or, as quiet as one can get during the humdrum of a Weyr day. At the end of one of the long benches, usually filled with children, Farideh's sitting by herself, her short legs stretched out to touch the leg of the bench in front, with her hands folded demurely in her lap. She looks ''distracted'', staring as she off into the indistinct distance, and chews absently on her lower lip. Whether her was here all along or wandered in after lessons concluded is a mystery, but for ''now'', the door to the classroom is half-cracked open. | + | |
The distinctive ''stomp stomp stomp'' of Itsy's boots marks her entrance-- easily loud enough to be noticed, even if she didn't immediately follow it up with a: "Th' fuck you doing here, Farideh?" The sailor's hands have abruptly gone to her hips, giving her an unquestionably belligerent look, for all that, after a moment more, something softens in what is visible of her expression, beneath that ever-present, low-slung hat. | The distinctive ''stomp stomp stomp'' of Itsy's boots marks her entrance-- easily loud enough to be noticed, even if she didn't immediately follow it up with a: "Th' fuck you doing here, Farideh?" The sailor's hands have abruptly gone to her hips, giving her an unquestionably belligerent look, for all that, after a moment more, something softens in what is visible of her expression, beneath that ever-present, low-slung hat. | ||
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Ketsl throws his hands in the air. "I don't even understand what the bullshit part of that was." He mutters, turning back to the workbench and emptying a little container of wooden lips onto the top, running his fingers over them. "I will never understand girls." | Ketsl throws his hands in the air. "I don't even understand what the bullshit part of that was." He mutters, turning back to the workbench and emptying a little container of wooden lips onto the top, running his fingers over them. "I will never understand girls." | ||
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