the thunders and the lightnings

[candlejack]

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[tyrannise]

[ Well, that's just dandy, isn't it? A slow smile and he's staring at the storm starting to brew. It's nice, very nice. ]

[biteandride]

Yo! [He looks like he's wobbled over from out of nowhere, blood on the corner of his lips, pointing at Adrian in a less than composed manner.] You're that... guy.

[tyrannise]

[ He looks at him, head to toe, and arches an eyebrow. He doesn't like it when people point at him, but he's still smiling. ]

That guy? [ Can you taste the disgust in his voice. ]

[biteandride]

Yeah! The head of the uh... [He knows the name, really, but Kelenn is so very out of it right now.] Yeah!

[spacejamming]

( Excuse him as he lowers the battered book he's reading, and looks towards the window, letting out a low whistle. )

Uh oh. That ain't looking like good souffle weather.

[astronougat]

[ And she is sitting next to him, holding a warm cup of tea. She peeks at the large window as well, frowning slightly. ]

Space storm. [ Sitting better in her chair, she sighs. ] Looks bad.

[spacejamming]

( A cheery glance, and he shrugs. ) Nah. This is nothing.

( And he looks back down at his book, before looking out the window again. ) Maybe a little bad. But pretty, right? Storms are pretty?

[astronougat]

[ She makes a non-committal sound, bringing the mug to her lips and blowing on it before taking a sip. Looking rather distant for a while, but then she looks at Greg and nods. ]

It is beautiful. Doesn't mean that it isn't bad.

[victoriansecret]

( Melbourne looks delighted, clapping her hands together. ) Geez, Louise. How big is that storm?

( :D . . . hm. ) Hope it doesn't flood.

[nipperkins]

( This means he's going to have to repair more stuff messed up by idiot pilots, doesn't it? )

[rosecolouring]

( She is sitting out on a bench with a beer. It's nice, being back on Earthrise - then again, that is a big storm.

What to do? Eh. She'll just keep chilling, for now. ) Pretty.

[airdashes]

[ She's getting a smack against the back of her head. ] Eh up, Starlin'. [ Problem? (troll) ] Wotcher doin' out here? Yor gonna get wet.

[rosecolouring]

Speedy, darling. How are you? ( She leans her head away from the slap, wincing just slightly, but in a good natured kind of way. ) I storms, so long as I don't have to fly in them.

[airdashes]

[ He grins and raises his own beer bottle, shaking it a bit. Hopping over the bench and flopping on it, he clinks their bottles together and leans his forearms on his knees, taking a sip of the beer before looking up. ]

Yeah? I rather like storms.