Your song reminds me of swimming

[singswithstars]

Characters: Drusilla and YOOOOU! [OPEN]
Location: Around the pretty civic areas that I'm pretending are around the Senate building
Planet: Coruscant
When: November 16, mid-day
What: Fishing in the Senate koi ponds for a friend to send to Betta George 8'D
Rating: PG-13? Idek.

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[perspectiveguy]

[ Talking with Buffy hadn't really fixed anything. In some ways, it felt like things were better, or would be better but the tension was still palpable. Cuttable, even. So, as soon as Xander woke up, he showered and left the apartment under the guise of errands. In truth, he really only needed to hit the market and that would take maybe a half hour?

He decides to walk, with nothing better to do and work not for hours. He meanders over to the senate changer, watching the woman curiously trying to catch fish. And then he gets too close, recognizes the name and wishes he'd stayed in bed that morning.

Quickly, he attempts to move away, unnoticed. ]

[singswithstars]

[ She doesn't even bother turning her head. She hears the curiosity first, familiar, and the wariness after only settles it in. A grin pulls across her lips. Today would be a good day. ]

Going so soon, love? When there's a lady so obviously in need of assistance?

[ And now a peek over her shoulder. She sees you, Xander Harris. Too late to go tip-toeing away. Come play, dear heart. ]

[perspectiveguy]

[ He freezes. Because, in the sun, and his humanness? Mortality? Did he just get himself killed? ]

A lady plenty capable. Women's lib and bra burning and Rosie's riveting...

[singswithstars]

Tut tut.

[ She makes a disapproving noise, shaking her head and speaking slowly, languidly, while she turns, giving Xander her full attention. Meaning, if/when he tries to run, he'll have to attempt it with all eyes on him. ]

Capable is hardly an excuse for bad manners. Did your Slayer teach you that? Such a bad nanny she is.

[excessivehubris]

[Best not to ask why Charles Xavier was down around the Senate building, it probably had to do with, well mental creeping to be honest. Hey, just be glad he's not stuck in the library, though he's now headed in that general direction as he's almost finished with his research.

Its the nursery rhyme that catches his attention as he walks through the civic cluster, that voices and the way it pitches, rises and falls, is ... distinctive.

Pausing, he turns, automatically strengthening his shields, even as he begins to work his way across the lush grass towards the pond. Hands in his pockets he approaches with a thoughtful quiet, until his eyes confirm what his ears had already told him.

Her.

Standing back, quietly for a moment, he considers his options before walking closer. He can almost feel his mental Erik wryly telling him how many ways this is not a good idea but its open daylight and he's more prepared this time.

He hopes!]

I think, [he begins in a quiet voice so as not to startle her.] they'd rather stay in the water, love.

[singswithstars]

[ With his shields up, she didn't notice him until his voice, but it brings a warm smile to her lips. She lifts her head, extracting her arm from the water, but before bothering to turn to acknowledge him, she gives a little mental knock on his shields to say hello. ]

My Prince.

[ A glance over her shoulder, playful smile in place. You, dear, are welcome company. She gives a little pat to the side of the pool next to her. Sit, Charles, sit. She'd like to actually meet you now, instead of pulling near your entire person from the inside of your head. ] Why should they when I've playmates for them to find elsewhere?

[excessivehubris]

[Don't think he doesn't feel that little love tap there, Dru. Those shields are warm but solid, silence only from him today, he won't even risk a peek around them.

This doesn't keep him from smiling gently and walking forward when she pats the side of the pool, taking her up on her invitation and gracefully folding his small frame down beside her.]

You have a fish pond?

[Without his ability to read even surface thoughts, he can only make assumptions, which is not something he's used to, so it comes out awkwardly. He then recalls some of those nightmarish images she left in his head when they first met and he crinkles his nose a bit.]

Lets pretend I didn't ask about their fate.

[oxidantshappen]

[ It's certainly far from a good idea and Erik knows it. Despite accompanying Charles to the civic center, he'll let the man wander, keeping a close tab on him.

Drusilla's face is a familiar one, albeit only a brief visual that he's seen from the datapad so few nights ago. He'd confront her, but Charles seems intent on carrying a perfectly normal conversation and Erik's never been one to reign him in for following his own wishes.

So don't mind Erik, just standing a few feet behind Charles, hands in his pockets. It's certainly not a good idea, but Charles probably knows this already, so he'll just watch for now. ]

[lilcharmedwitch]

[Gwendolen stands a few feet away, watching curiously]
What are you doing?

[singswithstars]

[ She blinks up with a slow, slightly off-kilter grin. ]

Little Princess. So lovely to see you.

[ She pulls her hand out of the water, drying it on the skirt of her dress in a way a child would unwittingly dirty their Sunday bests. ]

I'm preparing a gift for a friend.

[lilcharmedwitch]

Hello, lovely to see you as well.
As gift you say? [She looked at the pond] You are catching them a fish?

[singswithstars]

A friend. [ She swirls a hand around in the water absently ] Dear Georgey must be terribly lonely without a companion of his own kind.

[theforestechoes]

[Coruscant was rife with the Force, the sounds of the living and the dying and everything in between. It's almost maddening, to be honest, especially to Isolde. And that was exactly why she took walks around the districts.

She doesn't know why she's guided to the Senate building, but she doesn't question it.

When she sees Drusilla, it makes much more sense. There's a connection between them now; they've seen each other's fall to madness.

Isolde clasps her hands behind her back as she steps up next to the woman, small body leaning over her with a curious expression.] You might continue having trouble if you try to catch the fish like that.

[singswithstars]

[ Dru cocks her head straight back, looking up at her wide-eyed, one arm still conspicuously elbow-deep in the pond. ]

The Exile. Hello, love, how's your head? [ And then a glance back down at the fish dashing away from her arm. She tilts her head for a moment ] How else should I do it? It works for bears and the like.

[theforestechoes]

Hello, Drusilla. [Isolde flashes a small, friendly smile.] It's fine. [More content, really. With Lily back and Malik bonded to her, there's a deeper calm resting in her.]

Animals are more equipped for it. It's what they're hardwired to do. [She kneels next to her, watching the fish and the water for a second before reaching out with the Force and blocking the fish from getting away.] Then again, I suppose we're nothing but adaptive, right?

[singswithstars]

[ A bright smile back up at her. ] Mine still buzzes with you. You stick in places, do you know that, dear? Not unpleasant, though.

[ She watches, intent, as Isolde kneels, reaching out around the fish with the Force. She knew this. Darla had taught her. Only a few little things that she really hadn't cared to practice to much intense extent, but now seemed as good a time as any. She reached out with her mind, pulling at the fish and the water surrounding it until a little orb of water floated just above the surface, the fish wiggling about inside. She gave Isolde a little smile, proud of herself. ] I suppose we are.

[ However, Dru's focus completely sucks, and a moment later the water-bubble pops and the fish flops back into the pond to dart away. ]

[initformoney]

[Han's walking by, but he can't help but stop and look. Because... what the hell is this woman doing?

He turns to Chewie as they start passing her.]

Someone should tell her there's easier ways to get dinner these days.

[furwasflying]

[At Han's comment, Chewie glances over to have a look. It does seem just a little bit odd. Still, he rumbles, if she really wants to, he won't stop her.]

[singswithstars]

[ Dru glances up from her fishing to regard the Harrison Ford and his walking bear thing. Dinner? Please. She gives an indignant sniff. ]

We do not eat our friends. [ Wait, yes we dooo. ] Often.

[initformoney]

Yeah, I'm not stopping her either, but...

[He stops when she speaks, though.]

What do you mean, often?