[ As far as dreams go, this seems to be a very strange one. She doesn't really understand what's happening with these strange people, strange clothes, unknown noises. As the woman speaks and the people leave time passes, as time tends to do, hazily.
Perhaps this is a dream of the future somehow? Perhaps she fell asleep by one of the old windows. It's not particularly worrisome, she might as well make the most of this experience.
After a while Arastra decides to wander out of the tent. She takes only a passing glance at the people inside it, more interested in what the outside looks like. She squints against the change of light and... finds less understanding outside.
The masses of people, the tents everywhere, the pounding noises... Is this perhaps some sort of refugee camp? Are the pounding noises magic? She reaches for her magic and doesn't find it, but there is a curious blue glow in her chest. Perhaps, then, this truly is a vision of the future and the glow is a sign that she can't use it here, out of her time. Curious, she begins to wander away from the tent, mingling with the crowd but looking a little out of place, more a spectator than a particpant. ]
safehouse - kitchen; ota;
[ Arastra can be seen in the kitchen staring at the stove. Or oven. Or microwave. Or maybe some ingredients laid out on the counter. Whatever she happens to be looking at, she's clearly deeply contemplating whatever she's going to do. Probably cooking, given the location, but as someone who has never cooked... let's just say that's going to be a challenge. After a few moments she notices someone watching her. ]
Please pardon me, am I in your way?
safehouse - around; ota;
[ The food diversity is something astounding to Arastra. There's just so much of it. She's eaten some stuff that she recognizes doesn't need cooking (apples, bread) but she's feeling adventurous today. There's some fruit that she doesn't recognize but she can tell that it's fruit, so she takes one, cuts it up into disks, and starts eating it by using a fork and knife to cut it into smaller pieces. The inside tastes pretty good even if the texture is odd, but the skin on the outside is bitter and tough and Arastra doesn't look super happy eating it.
For anyone looking on, Arastra is attempting to eat a red banana, peel and all. ]
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arastra ecces :: oc
[ As far as dreams go, this seems to be a very strange one. She doesn't really understand what's happening with these strange people, strange clothes, unknown noises. As the woman speaks and the people leave time passes, as time tends to do, hazily.
Perhaps this is a dream of the future somehow? Perhaps she fell asleep by one of the old windows. It's not particularly worrisome, she might as well make the most of this experience.
After a while Arastra decides to wander out of the tent. She takes only a passing glance at the people inside it, more interested in what the outside looks like. She squints against the change of light and... finds less understanding outside.
The masses of people, the tents everywhere, the pounding noises... Is this perhaps some sort of refugee camp? Are the pounding noises magic? She reaches for her magic and doesn't find it, but there is a curious blue glow in her chest. Perhaps, then, this truly is a vision of the future and the glow is a sign that she can't use it here, out of her time. Curious, she begins to wander away from the tent, mingling with the crowd but looking a little out of place, more a spectator than a particpant. ]
safehouse - kitchen; ota;
[ Arastra can be seen in the kitchen staring at the stove. Or oven. Or microwave. Or maybe some ingredients laid out on the counter. Whatever she happens to be looking at, she's clearly deeply contemplating whatever she's going to do. Probably cooking, given the location, but as someone who has never cooked... let's just say that's going to be a challenge. After a few moments she notices someone watching her. ]
Please pardon me, am I in your way?
safehouse - around; ota;
[ The food diversity is something astounding to Arastra. There's just so much of it. She's eaten some stuff that she recognizes doesn't need cooking (apples, bread) but she's feeling adventurous today. There's some fruit that she doesn't recognize but she can tell that it's fruit, so she takes one, cuts it up into disks, and starts eating it by using a fork and knife to cut it into smaller pieces. The inside tastes pretty good even if the texture is odd, but the skin on the outside is bitter and tough and Arastra doesn't look super happy eating it.
For anyone looking on, Arastra is attempting to eat a red banana, peel and all. ]
wildcard;
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