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Ace is in need of distraction.
Luckily, she hsan't decided to focus that need into the creation of a small army of paper airplanes, or discovering some new and creative way to nearly crash the TARDIS (if only because the TARDIS is a bit too much of a temptation right now).
No, she's outside.
In the mountains.
On the side of one, really. The very straight side of one, way up above the infamous 'coffin zone', her feet jammed into a narrow crack as she eyes the rock above her.
She is kinda wishing she'd picked a slightly warmer coat, and that her gloves had fingertips on them, but that just means she needs to keep moving, right? But first she needs to decide where to sink the next anchor for her line. It'd be really embarrassing, never mind painful, to fall off the bloody mountain.
A few hours later, Ace is sprawled on the couch, freshly showered idly considering what to do about dinner. She hasn't totally decided the answer isn't 'nap'.
(OOC: Tag inside or outside, whatever you like.)
Luckily, she hsan't decided to focus that need into the creation of a small army of paper airplanes, or discovering some new and creative way to nearly crash the TARDIS (if only because the TARDIS is a bit too much of a temptation right now).
No, she's outside.
In the mountains.
On the side of one, really. The very straight side of one, way up above the infamous 'coffin zone', her feet jammed into a narrow crack as she eyes the rock above her.
She is kinda wishing she'd picked a slightly warmer coat, and that her gloves had fingertips on them, but that just means she needs to keep moving, right? But first she needs to decide where to sink the next anchor for her line. It'd be really embarrassing, never mind painful, to fall off the bloody mountain.
A few hours later, Ace is sprawled on the couch, freshly showered idly considering what to do about dinner. She hasn't totally decided the answer isn't 'nap'.
(OOC: Tag inside or outside, whatever you like.)