RP: Out for a run
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tutistempus_rpgDate: October 25, 2001
Characters: Lavender Brown, OPEN
Setting: Settlement 1, daytime
Content: G
Status: Public: Open
Travelling back in time through a magical portal was the perfect chance for a fresh start. The main problem, at least so far as Lavender could see, was that she didn't particularly want a fresh start. She was grateful for the opportunity to be saved from the rather bleak outlook of a nuclear winter, no doubt about that, but she liked where she was. It hadn't been the easiest of paths, but she'd felt more fulfilled than she'd dared imagine she would.
She wasn't the most obvious candidate for a Hit Witch. In fact, once the war had finished and she'd had a chance to recover from her injuries, she'd taken a nice little job in a nice little florist. Only it had turned out to be nice and... boring. So she'd started competing in duelling competitions in her spare time until one of the judges, a retired Hit Wizard himself, had pulled her aside after the awards were handed out and asked her whether she really saw herself arranging flowers ten years in the future. A month later, she was starting training with the Magical Law Enforcement Patrol where she remained for a year before stepping things up and moving to the Hit Wizards. Until now.
Despite knowing it would have been foolish to turn down this opportunity, it was still a massive thing to wrap her head around. No matter where (or when) she was, things were going to be different, and this expedition into the past was probably the best place to be if she wanted anything resembling a secure future. Even if it meant she felt like a glorified security guard. Or a tour guide; she'd spent the last three weeks since her arrival escorting newcomers from Settlement One to Settlement Two. When she wasn't on shift, she had been studiously avoiding doing much unpacking. With the tropical surroundings and strangely sterile newly-built houses, it had all been so surreal that she hadn't needed to fully comprehend the reality of the situation until yesterday when she'd escorted her parents to their new home in Settlement Two. She'd ended her shift there, opting to spend the night with them before returning to her own place in Settlement One in the morning.
As Lavender finished tying her running shoes, her datapad gave a beep and she nearly lost all sense of balance. One thing she definitely wasn't used to was electronics bleeping at her. She smiled as she saw a message from her dad. He was checking whether she'd made it home okay, but it seemed as though he hadn't quite figured out how to switch off capital letters when he typed. She wrote a quick response, using one finger to type out the letters. Lavender didn't take her eyes off the screen until it told her that it had definitely sent the message. It was going to take a while until she trusted it or even worked out everything that it could do.
Making sure her water bottle was filled, she gave a last survey of her reflection, futile as she knew it was. When she went running, she inevitably got hot and sweaty and in this climate it was a miracle she wasn't completely gross-looking before she'd even started. It was one of her top five reasons why running was evil. But it was the best workout she'd found and infinitely more interesting than trudging away in a gym. And marginally better than unpacking the trunk that was still stuffed with most of her worldly possessions.
She secured the house, then set off, reminding herself that she didn't have to go too far or run for too long. To the market and back would probably be just enough to make her feel accomplished for today.
Characters: Lavender Brown, OPEN
Setting: Settlement 1, daytime
Content: G
Status: Public: Open
Travelling back in time through a magical portal was the perfect chance for a fresh start. The main problem, at least so far as Lavender could see, was that she didn't particularly want a fresh start. She was grateful for the opportunity to be saved from the rather bleak outlook of a nuclear winter, no doubt about that, but she liked where she was. It hadn't been the easiest of paths, but she'd felt more fulfilled than she'd dared imagine she would.
She wasn't the most obvious candidate for a Hit Witch. In fact, once the war had finished and she'd had a chance to recover from her injuries, she'd taken a nice little job in a nice little florist. Only it had turned out to be nice and... boring. So she'd started competing in duelling competitions in her spare time until one of the judges, a retired Hit Wizard himself, had pulled her aside after the awards were handed out and asked her whether she really saw herself arranging flowers ten years in the future. A month later, she was starting training with the Magical Law Enforcement Patrol where she remained for a year before stepping things up and moving to the Hit Wizards. Until now.
Despite knowing it would have been foolish to turn down this opportunity, it was still a massive thing to wrap her head around. No matter where (or when) she was, things were going to be different, and this expedition into the past was probably the best place to be if she wanted anything resembling a secure future. Even if it meant she felt like a glorified security guard. Or a tour guide; she'd spent the last three weeks since her arrival escorting newcomers from Settlement One to Settlement Two. When she wasn't on shift, she had been studiously avoiding doing much unpacking. With the tropical surroundings and strangely sterile newly-built houses, it had all been so surreal that she hadn't needed to fully comprehend the reality of the situation until yesterday when she'd escorted her parents to their new home in Settlement Two. She'd ended her shift there, opting to spend the night with them before returning to her own place in Settlement One in the morning.
As Lavender finished tying her running shoes, her datapad gave a beep and she nearly lost all sense of balance. One thing she definitely wasn't used to was electronics bleeping at her. She smiled as she saw a message from her dad. He was checking whether she'd made it home okay, but it seemed as though he hadn't quite figured out how to switch off capital letters when he typed. She wrote a quick response, using one finger to type out the letters. Lavender didn't take her eyes off the screen until it told her that it had definitely sent the message. It was going to take a while until she trusted it or even worked out everything that it could do.
Making sure her water bottle was filled, she gave a last survey of her reflection, futile as she knew it was. When she went running, she inevitably got hot and sweaty and in this climate it was a miracle she wasn't completely gross-looking before she'd even started. It was one of her top five reasons why running was evil. But it was the best workout she'd found and infinitely more interesting than trudging away in a gym. And marginally better than unpacking the trunk that was still stuffed with most of her worldly possessions.
She secured the house, then set off, reminding herself that she didn't have to go too far or run for too long. To the market and back would probably be just enough to make her feel accomplished for today.
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Date: 2012-10-30 02:22 am (UTC)"Well, if you'd ever like a tag along, I don't really run but I walk a lot," he joked pathetically before adding, "But I'd love to see the land through someone who actually knows it at this point."
"Oh, that's nice," his eyes wandered the land, feeling more comfortable inside his own head than thinking about family reunions that he was pretty sure he'd never have, but everyone else would. He nodded, "Yes, as is the usual," he said with a cheeky smile, making a nonchalant joke of it, but he brightened significantly when Lavender said he could poke around her garden. "I'd really like that," and he thought maybe he might do more than poking around, andh elp her get it set up if she kept working the hours she seemed to.
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Date: 2012-10-30 03:03 am (UTC)Just because she felt a little unsatisfied by what she was currently doing with security duty didn't mean that Lavender didn't want to see other people happy. Apparently he liked the idea of having a little more garden to explore; it made her feel kind of nice that she could offer that, even if it was just a small gesture. "Good. Who knows? Maybe you'll find something interesting."
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Date: 2012-10-30 03:11 am (UTC)"If I do I'll have to name it after you," he offered. "How is the security going? It all seems pretty calm... Pretty..." Adrian struggled for a word, "Suburban, actually."
"Do you explore every day? I work pretty odd hours but for now make my own schedule, we could go out anytime you like." Realizing what that may sound like, he added, "I mean, go out exploring," and shook his head laughing at how awkward he seemed these days. New situation, new people, he couldn't just hide out in his lab and stay to himself here, he supposed.
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Date: 2012-10-31 01:04 am (UTC)She shrugged. "Yeah, it's all pretty mundane. I feel like I'm basically going back and forth between the settlements watching the world go by from the front of one of the car thingies. I don't think it's going to be the most action-packed job, but time will tell." Everyone who was coming through the portal had been vetted for criminal pasts, but that didn't mean they wouldn't do something in the future. If there was anything Lavender had discovered over the past few years, it was that people were capable of doing just about anything.
"Sometimes. I get a bit bored just doing nothing at home. Tell you what, why don't you send me a message on the datapad sometime? I'm pretty flexible."
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Date: 2012-11-15 11:31 pm (UTC)"Well," he started, obviously hesitant, "I should get back to this, time of day really matters around here, but I'll message you soon?" He smiled at her again, a little bit crooked and a little bit shy.
Nodding almost to himself this time, he turned and headed back to his work, happy to have Lavender as a neighbor, even if she was as much of a stranger as everyone else around here.