[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/qFC355N.png?2[/img][/center][hr][hr][right][sub][color=1a7b30][b]Location:[/b] The Telescope Room @ The Crows' Nest[/color]     [color=A9A9A9]//[/color]     [color=007236][b]Date:[/b] February 23, 2057[/color]     [color=A9A9A9]//[/color]     [color=00746b][b]Time:[/b] 09:56[/color]     [color=A9A9A9]//[/color]     [color=0076a3][b]Interactions:[/b] Akaia [@Exit], Erik [@FunnyGuy],Cerise [@Medili][/color][/sub][/right][hr][hr]
[color=7FFFD4][b]"Flower Power,"[/b][/color] Lysandra replied, improvising a new term of endearment as she rolled up to Akaia, [color=7FFFD4][b]"Shhhhhh."[/b][/color] She held a finger up to her lips in the universal gesture for quiet, but softened it with a conspiratorial smirk. [color=7FFFD4][b]"I think you know very well what we're doing. I think even [i]Licorice[/i] knows."[/b][/color] She glanced over at Cerise, who was examining her nails in an only marginally less universal gesture for, [b]"I'm staying out of this one, hun. You made this bed and you're gonna sleep in it."[/b] The only thing that would've made it more complete was if the revenant had been whistling mock-idly.

Lysandra reached for Akaia's hands and lowered her voice to just above a whisper. [color=7FFFD4][b]"And it was about Vincent. I'd say both of those qualities are a bit hard to miss, though maybe I'm being a bit harsh with the second. He's just broken so much of my stuff already. Speaking of stuff,"[/b][/color] she pivoted, [color=7FFFD4][b]"[i]You're[/i] all kitted out."[/b][/color] She looked the petite sidhe up and down and leaned in a bit more. [color=7FFFD4][b]"Bring back anything cool for me?"[/b][/color]

Then a sudden entrance, marked by a familiar ecstatic voice.

[color=gold]“Alright! I think you ladies earned a few extra points for being early. You all look ready. Good!”[/color] He stood in the doorway of the strategy room and nodded in approval before joining the three around the table. It was then that he noticed the odd silence between them all as if he had walked in on a conversation he was not meant to be privy to. A curious look of narrowed darting eyes crossed Erik’s face as if searching for an answer. However, as usual, it was only a brief break in his usual demeanor. His eyebrows perked up when his eyes landed on Akaia.

[color=gold]“Switching up the style, huh? It looks nice on you!”[/color] Erik stepped towards his favorite Sidhe to get a closer look at her outfit while also minding Licorice perched on her shoulder. He’d feel quite awful if he unintentionally startled the crow… something he had a history of accomplishing. After visually scanning Akaia, Erik nodded once more in approval. He had the feeling that someone else might have assisted with Akaia’s current attire but did not find the detail all that important as he complimented her. Erik was simply spreading around his feel-good energy.

Lys was feeling it. A giddy kind of excitement made war with her nerves and it won out. There were nine of them going into the field (for it had already been decided that Ionna would be staying back): a veritable army. It reminded her of those superhero teamups from the comics she’d read as a kid. [color=7FFFD4][b]“Yes, totally, hun. You look legit amazing.”[/b][/color]

There was a short pause of silence as Akaia looked down at herself in surprise. She hadn’t expected to get any comments on her changed appearance, but hearing the both of them comment on the attire stoked a prideful flame in her. She beamed them both a smile and nodded a small [color=bca346]”Thank you”[/color] in return before turning to her crow.

A click of her tongue alerted the bird and it hopped off her shoulder and landed gently on the table, skipping to a spot on the map and tapping its beak on it repeatedly. [color=bca346]”For Lee-Saw. Too big.”[/color] She said, opening the satchel on her shoulder to demonstrate the limited width of its opening.

The location in question was not terribly far from where the mission had to take place and had been visited briefly by the Sidhe early on in her travels.

[color=7FFFD4][b]“Well geez, now you have me intrigued.”[/b][/color] Lys looked up, brow furrowed. Her travel bag was sizable, but she might have to choose between filling it with things that she needed and things that she found. Anything that large was likely to be a substantial piece of useful salvage. She knew that Akaia was generally much better at identifying than articulating what she’d found, but Lys was curious and would have to trust that, not being a cat, she would survive the explanation and maybe even make something of it. She thought of how best to put things. [color=7FFFD4][b]“What sort of thing is it? Will it take up most of my bag?”[/b][/color] she inquired.

Akaia placed her satchel flat on the table, coaxing the worn leather into a vague and very imperfect shape of a rectangle. She then held her hand a foot and a half above the pressed bag and turned to Lysandra. Pale eyes searched hers for an image of an object that was not in the room.

[color=bca346]”Box.”[/color] She stated simply. Her other hand found an invisible spot in front of this box and from her mouth was the perfectly recreated sound of a button’s click. She repeated this a number of times to drive the point.

[color=7FFFD4][i]So, it’s a box with a button: a computer?[/i][/color] That’d certainly be welcome. Whatever it was, she was not about to play a lengthy game of charades to find out precisely. It was enough to know that the find was mechanical in nature and worth picking up. She remembered to smile. [color=7FFFD4][b]“Thanks, Kai,”[/b][/color] she began. [color=7FFFD4][b]“I’ll make room for it.”[/b][/color] Turning back to the table and rolling up to it, she twisted for a moment. [color=7FFFD4][b]“You’re a treasure.”[/b][/color] 

People were filtering in now and hopefully they’d be off and away soon. The anxious anticipation building up in her was of the species that made you curl and uncurl your fingers, pace, and tap your foot as you waited. Lysandra settled for drumming on the tabletop and thinking, mind skimming through potential scenarios, obstacles, and opportunities at a breakneck pace, but she found herself distracted. In the background, Akaia continued clicking away with two fingers, thoroughly amused with herself, and Lys imagined the little routine as the sentient version of an ‘Error 404’. She groaned inwardly and hoped that Birdbrain wouldn’t keep it up for the entire ride. She’d have to stop for a drink at some point… right? 


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