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[ikissdhimbck]

Miss Katherine is outside the bar today, collecting leaves. She has never seen color like this before, and she imagines her children would get a thrill out of the fall foliage if she brings a few leaves back with her to her schoolhouse.

Whenever she's able to get back to her schoolhouse, that is.

She's strolling leisurely, a light wool shawl around her shoulders. There is a cool breeze, but the sun is warm, and every now and again you can see her tip her chin into the warm light, drawing in a deep breath, and letting the faintest of smiles grace her sad face.

Distractions are welcome.



[tiny!tag: Miss Katherine Barlow, The Russian Astronaut (Esfir), Arnold, Dan Evans]


ooc: If you can read this... this is still open for new tags. XD

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[aimedforthemoon]

[ooc: and it's currently 5AM, so sometime soon I should go try that whole sleep thing again for a couple hours, but have an Esfir if you don't mind the slowtime tango]

And where Katherine is strolling leisurely, Esfir is running steadily. Boots, track-pants, singlet, a belt that really isn't made of leather, but her hair is still pinned up around her head like normal. Running steadily means that she's making no effort to be silent, but also means that she can see Katherine a long time before she is in any danger of runnng into her.

Which she doesn't.

She may slow to a walk and wave, though.

"Pryvet, Gospozha."

[ikissdhimbck]

[ooc: Crazy girl! Get some sleep! Slowtime is always love! :)]

"Good afternoon, Esfir!" Katherine nods, managing a sincere smile. The outfit Esfir is currently running in gets a slightly curious look from Katherine.

"Why are you running?"

[aimedforthemoon]

She grins.

"Habit. I try and run everyday. And second - I like being outside."

[ikissdhimbck]

"For exercise?" she clarifies, mostly for her own benefit.

You don't see many joggers around Green Lake in 1887.

[aimedforthemoon]

"Mostly."

[tom-lefroy.livejournal.com]

Tom is not usually much for walks, but today he's decided to try his luck at it in a different environment, namely the outside of the bar.

And seriously? He just doesn't get it. The whole walking-in-the-woods thing. It just ... isn't exciting.

When he happens to spot someone else looking to be doing the same activity, he takes the chance to engage in conversation.

"Good day."

[ikissdhimbck]

Katherine turns to the voice, smiling politely with a proper curtsy.

"Good afternoon."

[tom-lefroy.livejournal.com]

He returns the polite gesture with an equally polite nod.

"I don't suppose you know very much about the pleasures of strolling through the woods, do you?"

Beat.

"Odd a question as that may seem - I know. You see, I can't quite seem to get the same enjoyment from it that others do."

[ikissdhimbck]

There is a moment of silence from Katherine's end, as it is a rather strange question. Presently, she chuckles.

"To be honest, I'm more accustomed to the desert on horseback, than I am an environment such as this," she replies, making a sweeping gesture with a hand full of fiery red leaves.

"May I venture to guess you're used to more urban surroundings?" she smiles.

[works-in-space.livejournal.com]

Kirk has stepped outside and first noticed the glorious fall air and foliage, and then the young woman collecting leaves. It reminds him of long walks long ago with Antonia on lazy October Sundays. He smiles, a little sadly and little wistfully.

"Good day."

[ikissdhimbck]

When she hears his voice, Katherine straightens from the spot where she had crouched to collect a bright orange leaf. She curtsies politely.

"Good afternoon," she smiles.

[works-in-space.livejournal.com]

He hasn't seen He hasn't seen anyone curtsy in a long while. Hasn't been done on Earth in centuries.

"I have to say that I don't mind finding it autumn here. I'm missing it in my time, and it's good to get a glimpse of it."

[ikissdhimbck]

"Oh, quite," she enthuses, looking around at the changing leaves. "We don't see anything quite like this in Texas. At least, not where I'm from."

She wonders what he means when he says he's 'missing it in [his] time.'

"Are you from the city?"

Because, clearly, outer space has not occurred to her.

[heyfootballhead.livejournal.com]

Arnold is also wandering outside, admiring the leaves and enjoying kicking them up as he walks.

When he catches sight of the lady collecting leaves, he's curious.

"Are you going to put those in a book?"

[ikissdhimbck]

She smiles politely at the boy, nodding her head in greeting.

"Perhaps. Or I might let my students use them, for crafts."

[heyfootballhead.livejournal.com]

"Oh! Like a collage?" He asks cheerfully. "We made those once in art class, but with green leaves."

[ikissdhimbck]

"Yes," she chuckles. "That is one possibility."

She offers a dainty hand with a sweet smile.

"I'm Katherine. What's your name?"

[friend_of_lucy]

Tumnus is sitting under a tree, absently chewing the end of his pen as he looks down at his journal.

A rather vibrant red leaf is balanced on one of his horns.

[ikissdhimbck]

It's rather hard not to notice a satyr.

Especially when you're from Katherine's era.

Her large blue eyes blink at him a few times, as if wondering if he's really there or not.

[friend_of_lucy]

He is and just made a rather loud aha sound and started scribbling causing the leaf to wobble and fall on his work,

"Oh by the Lion's Mane, I was writing."

The leaf is glared at as he looks up and sees her then scrambles to stand, his hooves slightly muffled by the leaves,

"I.i didn't know anyone else was out here."

[ikissdhimbck]

She jumps slightly when he suddenly scrambles to regain his footing, blinking a few times.

"Terribly sorry! I didn't mean to startle you," she says, not missing the irony.

[lasthalfmile.livejournal.com]

Dan does not list 'leisurely strolls' among the things that he does on a daily basis, but one thing that he does do (out of habit) is make trips out to check on his horse.

It's after one of these trips that he's walking back up to the bar. His limp isn't quite as pronounced (since here in Milliways, he feels very little pain in his bad leg and that makes it much easier to walk) as it would be back in his own world, but it's still there. It's nice out. Dry. Crisp air.

No dust.

His hands are stuffed into the pockets of a coat, and he has the collar turned up against the breeze, as he walks, boots crunching against the leaves.

[ikissdhimbck]

Katherine can hear the mismatched crunch of his boots as he walks along, her curious head popping up from the handful of leaves she was picking up off the ground.

She's surprised when she sees Dan. She wasn't aware he had a limp, however reduced.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Evans!" she calls.

And after a moment, amends: "Dan!"

Old habits die hard.

[lasthalfmile.livejournal.com]

"Afternoon, Miss Barlow."

If he was wearing a hat, he'd tip it, but he's not so he settles for a polite nod of his head in her direction and a small wave as he approaches.

He makes his way over to her.

[ikissdhimbck]

She curtsies after he nods, her blue eyes imploring.

"You're hurt?" she asks, uncertainly, motioning to his slight limp.