sounds of the city
WHO: Caprica | OPEN
WHERE: Blue Spoon Cafe, outside
WHEN: Anytime this morning to early afternoon. (11/19)
WARNINGS: None, really.
SUMMARY: Caprica goes for a stroll and winds up at a cafe. Reflections on humanity and the colonies might happen. Also, Cylon Projection.
FORMAT: Paragraph.
She could close her eyes and get lost in the sound of the city, the whine of the buses, the honk of th horns, the wail of a siren in the distance. It was the sound of Humanity in all its glory and all of its sin, the crazy spiral of everything that had come before, and everything that would come again. Caprica strode through it, her long black coat open, her bright red sweater dress eye-catching as much for its color as its design. The soft black boots she'd chosen to wear with it had been on clearance, something that was as much a moment of delight as it was a necessity. She moved with purpose, slicing through crowds, as the noise poured down around her. There was a moment, where she felt as if she were drowning in the energy of it and she stopped, her fingers catching against a slim tree. People passed her in all directions, like a living wave.
Caprica took a moment to steady herself. It was, in a sense, as if time had rewound itself, as if she were back on the Caprica before the bombs had gone off, before everything. The faces that surrounded her were different, the way the air tasted not quite right, but it was similar. This was Earth. This was an Earth ages past the time she and Gaius had taken their first steps toward a new life. Cities. They had almost certainly agreed there would be no cities and yet, here they were, big as life around her. She had to concede that, perhaps, it wasn't the same Earth, that many such planets existed. With observation, it seemed a great deal was different--time was a strange thing and so was the Porter that had taken her here. She closed her eyes as if opening them would put her back on Earth, back to the green and untouched planet populated by primitive mankind. The sounds of the city died down a little.
Her eyes opened and she decided that she needed a latte, a convenient thought, since she was standing in front of a cafe. They had lined the downtown area on Caprica, with their quaint outdoor tables done in reds and whites, a flash of blue. She threaded her way towards the door, caught a server's attention and found an unremarkable table. She sat quietly and watched the ebb and flow of the world around her. When she had her latte in hand, she pulled her projection around her like a mantle. The frenzied pulse of the city disappeared, replaced by the rustle of the wind in Caprican trees.
It was a comfort.
[OOC: Brought to you by Bear McCreary.]
WHERE: Blue Spoon Cafe, outside
WHEN: Anytime this morning to early afternoon. (11/19)
WARNINGS: None, really.
SUMMARY: Caprica goes for a stroll and winds up at a cafe. Reflections on humanity and the colonies might happen. Also, Cylon Projection.
FORMAT: Paragraph.
She could close her eyes and get lost in the sound of the city, the whine of the buses, the honk of th horns, the wail of a siren in the distance. It was the sound of Humanity in all its glory and all of its sin, the crazy spiral of everything that had come before, and everything that would come again. Caprica strode through it, her long black coat open, her bright red sweater dress eye-catching as much for its color as its design. The soft black boots she'd chosen to wear with it had been on clearance, something that was as much a moment of delight as it was a necessity. She moved with purpose, slicing through crowds, as the noise poured down around her. There was a moment, where she felt as if she were drowning in the energy of it and she stopped, her fingers catching against a slim tree. People passed her in all directions, like a living wave.
Caprica took a moment to steady herself. It was, in a sense, as if time had rewound itself, as if she were back on the Caprica before the bombs had gone off, before everything. The faces that surrounded her were different, the way the air tasted not quite right, but it was similar. This was Earth. This was an Earth ages past the time she and Gaius had taken their first steps toward a new life. Cities. They had almost certainly agreed there would be no cities and yet, here they were, big as life around her. She had to concede that, perhaps, it wasn't the same Earth, that many such planets existed. With observation, it seemed a great deal was different--time was a strange thing and so was the Porter that had taken her here. She closed her eyes as if opening them would put her back on Earth, back to the green and untouched planet populated by primitive mankind. The sounds of the city died down a little.
Her eyes opened and she decided that she needed a latte, a convenient thought, since she was standing in front of a cafe. They had lined the downtown area on Caprica, with their quaint outdoor tables done in reds and whites, a flash of blue. She threaded her way towards the door, caught a server's attention and found an unremarkable table. She sat quietly and watched the ebb and flow of the world around her. When she had her latte in hand, she pulled her projection around her like a mantle. The frenzied pulse of the city disappeared, replaced by the rustle of the wind in Caprican trees.
It was a comfort.
[OOC: Brought to you by Bear McCreary.]