Okay, there we go. Sorry I haven't been writing as much lately. I've been busy between the hatchery and medical. I didn't realize how much work holding down two jobs was going to be
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QUICKLOG IS GO!misterblueskyDecember 23 2009, 15:21:12 UTC
[After hearing about the bubble surrounding Wellspring, he decided he was fortunate to have the day off. A smile, and he set out for the wilderness.
His clothes changed again as he entered, finding himself in a tailored black suit with a blue vest and red tie. It had caught him off-guard the first time, but now he took it in stride. There were a few other people down at this hour, and he mingled near the entrance, waiting for Kazahana.
Something about this seemed so familiar, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. Instead, he shrugged it off as he had so many times before with half-remembered scraps of his past.]
[For a moment after setting her journal down, Kazahana was tempted to find a convenient medical emergency so she couldn't go--revisiting their first public date wasn't on her list of Things To Do Today--and maybe a few months ago she would have, but today it was a passing impulse. It would be rude, and she couldn't even get into the clinic to drop off some paperwork for Will this morning anyway.
And Truth was a friend. It was slightly awkward, certainly, but working with him again had reminded her that, regardless of anything that had happened, he was a good and likeable person. Sometimes it was almost easy to forget he'd been anything else.
She felt her dress and hair change as soon as she stepped off the elevator. Looking down, she saw a skirt that was blue and flowy, and she could feel her hair pinned in some kind of updo. This was a Wilderness wardrobe change she approved of.
Spotting Truth a little way off, she raised a hand in greeting and walked over. Hmm. Heels again.]
[And he smiled that boyish grin. For however stange this might feel, however familiar, he was determined to ignore that feeling at the back of his mind.]
[She couldn't help smiling back. It was good to see him outside a crisis situation or not worrying over a sick patient. It felt good to be doing something for pure silly enjoyment, too; sometimes she did forget when to relax.
She accepted his hand, and there was no sting of sadness now.]
There's no reason not to look after the things you've got. Besides--your feet are in them, and you're probably very attached to those.
[Well, there was one thing that hadn't changed. Neither of them had made a fool of themselves the last time around, but they hadn't lit the dance floor on fire, either.
Various other pairs were already on the floor; she glanced sidelong at them before turning back to Truth.]
I don't know if I ever knew any special types of dancing--want to just see if we can join in and wing it? I won't tell if you don't.
[And he chuckled a bit. She made him...happy. He half-wondered why, and realized that was another one of the things he would never remember. He wondered for a moment why he would ever leave her, but realized, again, that he wouldn't ever know now.
He rested a hand on her waist, another on her shoulder, and led them into a slow dance dictated by the music. This was...nice, for lack of a better word.]
[It was easy to fall into step with him, move to the music like they knew what they were doing. Or maybe they did, at least as much as anyone else here knew. Perhaps they were all just doing the best they could, and succeeding to the point where no one else could tell.
She was close enough to tell that he smelled the same--clean, just a hint of some shampoo whose scent she liked. Would the Wilderness' dress-up effect tidy up someone if they really needed a shower? An interesting question, but probably not one she'd test.]
This isn't so bad. No broken feet yet.
[She chuckled a little.]
I didn't have to work today, but it feels a little like playing hooky anyway. Is that strange?
[And he chuckled, turning and leading her with his left hand against her waist.
This was nice, getting to know her again. He could already see why he had dated her once before- she was nice. And, he had to admit, she was quite pretty.]
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You've got a point there.
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Just don't forget the ice.
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And the ibuprofen. I'm glad my feet aren't that big.
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That would be nice. I suppose it's easier to dance when you have a friend with you, isn't it?
That too. But I doubt your dance partners have anything to worry about.
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All right. I'll see you there.
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His clothes changed again as he entered, finding himself in a tailored black suit with a blue vest and red tie. It had caught him off-guard the first time, but now he took it in stride. There were a few other people down at this hour, and he mingled near the entrance, waiting for Kazahana.
Something about this seemed so familiar, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. Instead, he shrugged it off as he had so many times before with half-remembered scraps of his past.]
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And Truth was a friend. It was slightly awkward, certainly, but working with him again had reminded her that, regardless of anything that had happened, he was a good and likeable person. Sometimes it was almost easy to forget he'd been anything else.
She felt her dress and hair change as soon as she stepped off the elevator. Looking down, she saw a skirt that was blue and flowy, and she could feel her hair pinned in some kind of updo. This was a Wilderness wardrobe change she approved of.
Spotting Truth a little way off, she raised a hand in greeting and walked over. Hmm. Heels again.]
Hi.
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[And he smiled that boyish grin. For however stange this might feel, however familiar, he was determined to ignore that feeling at the back of his mind.]
You look nice.
[He held out a hand.]
Care to dance?
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[She couldn't help smiling back. It was good to see him outside a crisis situation or not worrying over a sick patient. It felt good to be doing something for pure silly enjoyment, too; sometimes she did forget when to relax.
She accepted his hand, and there was no sting of sadness now.]
Of course. I just hope I don't step on your feet.
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[And he smiled, looking down at his feet and moving his left one a bit.]
I'm sure they'll be fine.
[He walked out to the dance floor, holding her hand softly.]
Do you know how to dance? I don't really know a lot of dances, but...well, you just tell me what you know and we'll figure something out.
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[Well, there was one thing that hadn't changed. Neither of them had made a fool of themselves the last time around, but they hadn't lit the dance floor on fire, either.
Various other pairs were already on the floor; she glanced sidelong at them before turning back to Truth.]
I don't know if I ever knew any special types of dancing--want to just see if we can join in and wing it? I won't tell if you don't.
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[And he chuckled a bit. She made him...happy. He half-wondered why, and realized that was another one of the things he would never remember. He wondered for a moment why he would ever leave her, but realized, again, that he wouldn't ever know now.
He rested a hand on her waist, another on her shoulder, and led them into a slow dance dictated by the music. This was...nice, for lack of a better word.]
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She was close enough to tell that he smelled the same--clean, just a hint of some shampoo whose scent she liked. Would the Wilderness' dress-up effect tidy up someone if they really needed a shower? An interesting question, but probably not one she'd test.]
This isn't so bad. No broken feet yet.
[She chuckled a little.]
I didn't have to work today, but it feels a little like playing hooky anyway. Is that strange?
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[And he chuckled, turning and leading her with his left hand against her waist.
This was nice, getting to know her again. He could already see why he had dated her once before- she was nice. And, he had to admit, she was quite pretty.]
I think that means you're enjoying yourself.
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