[ti]Ep 2.5[/ti]Field Trip (Dart, Closed)
May 25, 2018 18:21:07 GMT -5
Post by Dart on May 25, 2018 18:21:07 GMT -5
The moment it had slipped from her, Dart had wanted to spin on her heel, get her avatar back into herself, and drive out of here. Maybe go take a dunk in Lake Mead for good measure. Stay underwater for a good long while, sit there and think about how dumb giant robots made absolute dinks of themselves in front of nice people.
How stupid of me to ask after all this, where you find out I'm on the bad side of giant alien robots, let me talk to you a little longer, please. I have a message from another time - wait, no that's ELO. Great song. Not so great moment, Dart.
If I was him, I'd probably say no. Okay, maybe I'd say heck no, and run like crazy in the opposite direction.
Standing quietly, the young woman had her hand wrapped tight around the strap of her slingpack. Her fingers were locked around it even as it settled in the hollow of her shoulder.
Dart concentrated hard on the avatar, desperately willing things to stay solid and in place; oh geeze, don't drop through, don't glitch, don't mess up. It had been a while since a bad jolt like this had happened. Cobbled in like it was, it could be touchy and temperamental. Unfortunately, it seemed as if the more she thought about losing control of the avatar, the worse it tended to get.
Gently, Raf bumped his glasses back up on his nose.
The courier watched him, bracing herself for the no--
Wait- yes. We can go and sit, and I'll listen.
It took the courier a second to process, her brain was great at stopping her at speed, not so good at catching up to what was going on. Dart's avatar blinked. There was the barest rim of blue surrounding her wide pupils as she peered out from under her bangs at Raf.
Abruptly, her expression shifted and became utterly grateful.
"Okay," she breathed. "Just- just listening would help me. Thank you. I understand, and- well, I won't ask you to risk your friends. Promise. I understand that too..."
A worried look flashed across her features, but she settled quickly. "Got it. Babysitter, came back from college in Oregon, where I took paleontology."
She repeated his words back to herself, solidifying it in her head. Then she shifted her weight over her toes and lifted her nose towards the faintest touch of breeze that sludged through the hot parking lot. "Right. I can do that."
Quietly, she caught up to him as he walked, but was careful to keep polite distance between them. If the woman looked over again, Dart didn't think tagging along at Raf's heels was appropriate in the slightest. The woman seemed engrossed with ushering the group of students back into the visitor's center though; apparently one dropped plastic bottle was far more important than whatever Raf was doing out there in the parking lot.
Raf apparently was overlooked once again.
At least for now...
All of the cheerful, joyous motion of earlier had gone out of Dart's step. The avatar quietly padded along, worn sneakers scuffing across the parking lot as she held tight to her backpack. She didn't bounce over the low curb, just stepped carefully up and then glanced around them again, taking in the students and other tourists around the vistor's center.
When Raf made his way to the rock, Dart followed. The bench was open, and she could sit down on the wood and face him, so that worked. She dropped the backpack next to her. It thumped gently down on the bench. Relief touched her features, and then she looked back over at Raf. Her shoulders curled as she set her hands into her lap, fingers twisting against the worn, dirt-stained fabric of her jeans.
One final glance around them at the people, and then Dart lifted her nose and appeared to take a deep breath.
"Alright," she said quietly. "I- here's my situation. I have a message, that needs to get to the Autobots."
She shook her head and frowned slightly as she leaned forward on the bench, curling her shoulders as if she was shielding her words from anyone except them. Her forearms rested on her thighs. Dart's fingers were tight together, thumb pressed nervously into her palm. There was a scuff of her worn sneaker against the cement.
"I guess I start with asking - you know about MECH, right?"
How stupid of me to ask after all this, where you find out I'm on the bad side of giant alien robots, let me talk to you a little longer, please. I have a message from another time - wait, no that's ELO. Great song. Not so great moment, Dart.
If I was him, I'd probably say no. Okay, maybe I'd say heck no, and run like crazy in the opposite direction.
Standing quietly, the young woman had her hand wrapped tight around the strap of her slingpack. Her fingers were locked around it even as it settled in the hollow of her shoulder.
Dart concentrated hard on the avatar, desperately willing things to stay solid and in place; oh geeze, don't drop through, don't glitch, don't mess up. It had been a while since a bad jolt like this had happened. Cobbled in like it was, it could be touchy and temperamental. Unfortunately, it seemed as if the more she thought about losing control of the avatar, the worse it tended to get.
Gently, Raf bumped his glasses back up on his nose.
The courier watched him, bracing herself for the no--
Wait- yes. We can go and sit, and I'll listen.
It took the courier a second to process, her brain was great at stopping her at speed, not so good at catching up to what was going on. Dart's avatar blinked. There was the barest rim of blue surrounding her wide pupils as she peered out from under her bangs at Raf.
Abruptly, her expression shifted and became utterly grateful.
"Okay," she breathed. "Just- just listening would help me. Thank you. I understand, and- well, I won't ask you to risk your friends. Promise. I understand that too..."
A worried look flashed across her features, but she settled quickly. "Got it. Babysitter, came back from college in Oregon, where I took paleontology."
She repeated his words back to herself, solidifying it in her head. Then she shifted her weight over her toes and lifted her nose towards the faintest touch of breeze that sludged through the hot parking lot. "Right. I can do that."
Quietly, she caught up to him as he walked, but was careful to keep polite distance between them. If the woman looked over again, Dart didn't think tagging along at Raf's heels was appropriate in the slightest. The woman seemed engrossed with ushering the group of students back into the visitor's center though; apparently one dropped plastic bottle was far more important than whatever Raf was doing out there in the parking lot.
Raf apparently was overlooked once again.
At least for now...
All of the cheerful, joyous motion of earlier had gone out of Dart's step. The avatar quietly padded along, worn sneakers scuffing across the parking lot as she held tight to her backpack. She didn't bounce over the low curb, just stepped carefully up and then glanced around them again, taking in the students and other tourists around the vistor's center.
When Raf made his way to the rock, Dart followed. The bench was open, and she could sit down on the wood and face him, so that worked. She dropped the backpack next to her. It thumped gently down on the bench. Relief touched her features, and then she looked back over at Raf. Her shoulders curled as she set her hands into her lap, fingers twisting against the worn, dirt-stained fabric of her jeans.
One final glance around them at the people, and then Dart lifted her nose and appeared to take a deep breath.
"Alright," she said quietly. "I- here's my situation. I have a message, that needs to get to the Autobots."
She shook her head and frowned slightly as she leaned forward on the bench, curling her shoulders as if she was shielding her words from anyone except them. Her forearms rested on her thighs. Dart's fingers were tight together, thumb pressed nervously into her palm. There was a scuff of her worn sneaker against the cement.
"I guess I start with asking - you know about MECH, right?"