OPEN LOG ; She's like revenge / In a bucket / And she won't look at you
Who: HARUHARA HARUKO (vivalavespa) and YOU.
What: CR building, random shenanigans, badassery, music, etc.
When: This evening.
Where: In a random hallway near the middle of the ship.
Warnings: Haruko is a warning herself.
[She swings the handlebars of her vespa quickly and makes a sharp turn around a corner of a somewhat dead hallway of Thor. The smell of burning rubber and gasoline hangs thick in the air as she kicks her feet down and rides the rubber soles of her boots. Once she comes to a dead stop she swings her leg over the side of the vespa and leans it against the wall.
She reaches up and pulls off her helmet, letting her hair fall out and over her shoulders. A quick sweep around with sharp yellow eyes tells her that this should be a good spot. She tosses the helmet onto the seat of the vespa and yanks her goggles up and onto her forehead. From the vespa she pulls out her Rickenbacker and takes a few steps over to the side of the hallway, and begins to scan the panels of the ceiling. The vents, huh? She grins a little, showing her teeth (which seem somehow sharper today).
She swings her guitar and begins to jam it up against the panel, which begins to move to give way into the vent.
She wants to find the mechanics of this ship, and do a little research on whoever is running it. Or, more precisely, these are her orders from her superiors. She's picked this spot so she won't get caught by some annoying lifeform, asking what she's doing. Of course, this means PLEASE DO CATCH HER. She'll have to play nice. :')]
What: CR building, random shenanigans, badassery, music, etc.
When: This evening.
Where: In a random hallway near the middle of the ship.
Warnings: Haruko is a warning herself.
[She swings the handlebars of her vespa quickly and makes a sharp turn around a corner of a somewhat dead hallway of Thor. The smell of burning rubber and gasoline hangs thick in the air as she kicks her feet down and rides the rubber soles of her boots. Once she comes to a dead stop she swings her leg over the side of the vespa and leans it against the wall.
She reaches up and pulls off her helmet, letting her hair fall out and over her shoulders. A quick sweep around with sharp yellow eyes tells her that this should be a good spot. She tosses the helmet onto the seat of the vespa and yanks her goggles up and onto her forehead. From the vespa she pulls out her Rickenbacker and takes a few steps over to the side of the hallway, and begins to scan the panels of the ceiling. The vents, huh? She grins a little, showing her teeth (which seem somehow sharper today).
She swings her guitar and begins to jam it up against the panel, which begins to move to give way into the vent.
She wants to find the mechanics of this ship, and do a little research on whoever is running it. Or, more precisely, these are her orders from her superiors. She's picked this spot so she won't get caught by some annoying lifeform, asking what she's doing. Of course, this means PLEASE DO CATCH HER. She'll have to play nice. :')]