Who: Aglaea & Aria Where: The Yawning Sea When: About mid-month What: Aglaea and Aria decide to investigate the Yawning Sea and perhaps take back a few samples... unless
[ As the idea was hers, Aglaea was more than happy to offer a ride out to the edge of Panorama – a drive too long to be trifled alone, and given past excursions, she imagined Aria wouldn't mind the lengthy journey. Of course there was enough to talk about, Aglaea's unusual car a talking point in and of itself as she regaled her companion of Dromas. Her music taste is simple, the CD player in her car slotted with classical violins and pianos. A long drive as it may be, some swapping on and off as needed, eventually the Yawning sea comes into sight.
A diffusion zone lingers at its edge, ironically campy (literally). There are tents filled exclusively with an unusual number of raspberry jam diner packets, as well the otherwise standard fare for a summer camp. The pines are lush and tall. The sand near the shore is instead earthen, as if the endless ocean before them is merely the edge of a lake. It feels as though something is watching them, but as Aglaea assures— ] My threads see no living thing besides ourselves. I imagine it's nothing.
[ With the car parked backwards so the trunk faces the eerie water, it helps to have two to lift the back of Aglaea's unfortunately heavy trunk door. An iron rod placed holds it aloft. In back of her modestly size SUV, there is enough to set up for a picnic (a long drive would necessitate a meal of course!), spare clothes, towels, and likely miscellaneous other things that one might "handily" have if a "certain narrator" forgot them.
Aglaea smiles softly at Aria as she pulls a few of the things closer to the opening of the trunk. ] I hope the evidence of your teachings shows in the supplies I've brought?
[ The duration of their stay certainly won't match the camping trip they had some months ago, but Aglaea tried her best to show she paid attention. ]
[ It doesn't take much to convince Aria, really. The mere existence of the request is plenty. Nothing like the promise of a mission, a long drive, and good company — especially if it ends in front very body of water that created a bunch of problems in the first place. They talk about everything and nothing. Enjoy the music. Point out things they spot in the ever-changing scenery. It's not easy to run into others in the Fringes, but the makeshift roads are especially quiet today.
But they make it. ( There's something nostalgic about hearing the waves crash against the sand, but she's choosing not to think about it right now. ) Aria's got her hands tucked in the pocket of her jacket, scanning the supplies in Aglaea's trunk. There's a small satchel over her shoulders, her codex in its holster. She chuckles at the comment, eyes crinkling. ]
I never doubted you for a second. [ If anyone's proven to be observant, it would be none other than miss Aglaea herself... Proven time and time again in the questions she asks, the things she picks up. Even now, with the supplies that they have. ] You wanna do the hard part first? Or would you rather look around? [ The water. She means scooping the ocean water. ]
[ For what little pride she can muster, Aria's confidence warms Aglaea's cool heart. ]
I can't imagine collecting water will take long, and the rest seems a fit reward for a task completed. If you wish to peruse the area in the meantime, I wouldn't blame you. There may even be some thing of value here, although what the shopkeepers in Panorama value is certainly beyond me.
[ As she speaks, she gently undresses, neither ashamed nor exceptionally provocative barring her usual radiance. The unbuttoning of her skirt and removal of a warm coat reveals her nearly street appropriate swimwear, designed in white and gold. With the opening of the bathhouse so soon, she has quite a collection of suits to sell now, and was readily prepared for this moment. The cute shoulder wrap will go as well, revealing a beautiful golden tattoo over her left breast, before wrapping her fingers around the handle of a milk jug from the car. ]
I suppose camping supplies in general would be a boon to any scavenger. I trust you would have a better sense of it than I.
[ While Aria can do as she pleases, Aglaea moves toward the water. ]
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A diffusion zone lingers at its edge, ironically campy (literally). There are tents filled exclusively with an unusual number of raspberry jam diner packets, as well the otherwise standard fare for a summer camp. The pines are lush and tall. The sand near the shore is instead earthen, as if the endless ocean before them is merely the edge of a lake. It feels as though something is watching them, but as Aglaea assures— ] My threads see no living thing besides ourselves. I imagine it's nothing.
[ With the car parked backwards so the trunk faces the eerie water, it helps to have two to lift the back of Aglaea's unfortunately heavy trunk door. An iron rod placed holds it aloft. In back of her modestly size SUV, there is enough to set up for a picnic (a long drive would necessitate a meal of course!), spare clothes, towels, and likely miscellaneous other things that one might "handily" have if a "certain narrator" forgot them.
Aglaea smiles softly at Aria as she pulls a few of the things closer to the opening of the trunk. ] I hope the evidence of your teachings shows in the supplies I've brought?
[ The duration of their stay certainly won't match the camping trip they had some months ago, but Aglaea tried her best to show she paid attention. ]
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But they make it. ( There's something nostalgic about hearing the waves crash against the sand, but she's choosing not to think about it right now. ) Aria's got her hands tucked in the pocket of her jacket, scanning the supplies in Aglaea's trunk. There's a small satchel over her shoulders, her codex in its holster. She chuckles at the comment, eyes crinkling. ]
I never doubted you for a second. [ If anyone's proven to be observant, it would be none other than miss Aglaea herself... Proven time and time again in the questions she asks, the things she picks up. Even now, with the supplies that they have. ] You wanna do the hard part first? Or would you rather look around? [ The water. She means scooping the ocean water. ]
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I can't imagine collecting water will take long, and the rest seems a fit reward for a task completed. If you wish to peruse the area in the meantime, I wouldn't blame you. There may even be some thing of value here, although what the shopkeepers in Panorama value is certainly beyond me.
[ As she speaks, she gently undresses, neither ashamed nor exceptionally provocative barring her usual radiance. The unbuttoning of her skirt and removal of a warm coat reveals her nearly street appropriate swimwear, designed in white and gold. With the opening of the bathhouse so soon, she has quite a collection of suits to sell now, and was readily prepared for this moment. The cute shoulder wrap will go as well, revealing a beautiful golden tattoo over her left breast, before wrapping her fingers around the handle of a milk jug from the car. ]
I suppose camping supplies in general would be a boon to any scavenger. I trust you would have a better sense of it than I.
[ While Aria can do as she pleases, Aglaea moves toward the water. ]