markofthebrave | [ Action, Written, Video ] .057

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[ Action, Written, Video ] .057

[Sneeze and you break it filter to CR at around 4 am this morning.]

I'm back. I'm fine. I hope everyone's okay. Good night.

[So then Katara wakes up much, much later and will be just puttering around the house for a while for those who are inclined to catch her in serious conversation. She sends notes to Trafalgar and to Gelda to let them know that although she's back she feels like she needs to take a few days off... she's still very tired, and as of yet not feeling like being around people.

All that changes, however, on Wednesday. She needs to get out of the house, she needs to do something life-affirming and fun... and isn't it fortunate that she's been working on building several ~~insane~~ ~~monstrous~~ intense snow tracks for people to go sledding on? She decides to go check on them and to bring her journal with them.

Finding that their structural integrity hasn't been too damaged without constant maintenance and that the cold weather still holds... she decides that today is the day to show them off.]

Hey, everyone - I've been working on something the past few weeks and if you like sledding then... [She trails off and flips the journal over so that the journal feed will reveal three sledding tracks. She's made good use of all the snow in the past month or so, the clearing is very nearly bare of it - instead, there is the very large one, made completely of tunnels and requiring snow-cut stairs to ascend and once dared will necessitate a few on-the-walls themselves turns, there is the slightly less large one that seems to be composed mostly of sheer drops, and there is the normal-sized one that is essentially one long spiral down to ground level.] then grab your sleds. Don't worry, I've had a few people test them and they've held up just fine! It's south of the barracks, by the river.

[OOC: If anyone wants to come sledding, please do! Threadjacks of all sorts are welcome!

Also, if I could get those who attend the school, work in the clinics, or attend combat medicine lessons to give this a quick glance and offer input, that would be awesome! \o/!]

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[She turns her head to one side and then to another. Nope. Doesn't see it. She responds to his aside.] How is it dancing?

[And back below 'I could worry you' ...what to say? There would be a noticeable pause here before:]

Thanks.

[...yup. That's all she's got.]

(> ")> <( " )> <(" <)

[Blink.]

[Pfff.]

No, I still don't see it.

[And a frown face here]

[Well, she doesn't! It's just funny seeing them all laid out like that.

Her skill as an artist is not exactly at her brother's level, and in art classes she's been blowing off the projects to work on anatomy and physiology diagrams, so Katara is momentarily at a loss of how to respond here.

In the end, she draws a smiley face with a question mark beside it. Best she can do.]

[...

And now he draws a smiley face with two hearts for eyeballs]

[!!!]

[She frowns down at the paper.

Crossing out the hearts would be mean, crossing out the hearts would be mean, crossing out the hearts would be mean...

But it's still her instinctive response. This isn't fair. She'd just been starting to forget...

She can't think of anything else, she's just staring down at the paper with those two hearts taunting her and - no.

She crosses them out with four quick strokes.

Huff.]

[... he stares for a a moment at her response. he's across town and she can't see it, but while she can't see it, he bursts out laughing. Oh man, that's so petty of her, he wasn't even thinking of that.]

I am sorry to say
I don't need a heart on my right
The left side is enough

-Love Hunter Masa

Edited 2012-02-08 08:06 (UTC)

[Oh, a poem?

...and some of the huff goes out of her.]

[What is it saying?

...right, of course, you only need your heart on your left side. That's where the heart is. So why would anyone need a heart on their right?

But it's an... apology because...]

[Oh.

Heh.]

[...she still doesn't regret it. It's a little embarrassing with its pettiness, maybe, but it had been so satisfying. And frankly - she's glad he hadn't been thinking of it. Even if it is a little humiliating.

She's far too tired to even attempt to think of a poem in return.

Instead she circles the entirety of his signed name, draws a line, and writes:]

I am never calling you that.

How about "Bakyura" ?

I don't know what that means.

[So, no.]

It's an alias I've been considering :o

Why would you need an alias?

[Also, circling that. What is that? Drawing the line and the question mark.]

More my illicit and shady dealings with Luceti's extensive criminal underground.*

[And then to the question mark he draws a little face this time with an open mouth. an o-mouth]

* - this is a joke it is funny

[First her eyes widen and then Katara laughs, not at the joke, but at the addendum. She thinks back on their last conversation with his other horrible joke and laughs more.

And then she tilts her head to look at the colon and 'o' and - huh. Okay, she can see it. She makes a check mark next to the little face he drew to show that she got it.

And then she underlines his addendum and writes:]

This joke is funny.

[The fact that you thought it was funny is hilarious. Clarifying it makes it even better.]

[Out loud, as he reads that, he reads it in Katara's voice - so he says "feel free to fall for me." ...To nothing. To the room he's in. He blushes, because what is having a verbal response to text, and then looks back down. He chews on his pen a moment before replying]

I could throw you a few more.

[Her lips are still pulled upwards from her laughter into a grin until she sees what he's written... and then they fall a little into a contemplative near-smirk.]

Or you could quit while you're ahead.

True you probably swooned at my beautiful first poem already.

[...He means this as teasing. to be petty back. but]

[But it's hard to convey tone via text, and since she had been joking she takes it jokingly, at first, and puts her pen down on the paper to write...

...but then she recognizes the jab in it, the push. And the amusement leaves her face. Is it really always going to be like this?]

I didn't think you'd [meant the poem as a joke. No. She goes back and crosses it out. She doesn't want to get into this like this. She knew it hadn't been a joke, and throwing the nonsequitor, the push in his face like that isn't something that she wants to do, and neither is getting further into that subject right now.

Instead she goes up and circles "swooned" and draws an arch away from it and writes:] I'm not the swooning type.

[And she is tempted to draw a face with a tongue sticking out, and just barely refrains - mostly because her heart's still dragging down from the reminder of the emotional tangle that she's currently avoiding.]

Edited 2012-02-08 08:49 (UTC)

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