[All Skate] Out side

[dog_walker]

The weather is warm out back. Flowers are nearly leaping out of the ground and leaves are having a party on the trees. Birds or something like them are chirping among the branches and insects buzz lazily about. It's all very relaxing. All that's missing is a babbling brook really.

Lounging by the lakeside on a blanket with a cooler of snacks and drinks is the entity known as the Disreputable Dog. She is whistling a jaunty tune that has nothing to do with her person and is debating about shifting to her canine self and playing in the water.

Decisions, decisions.

[OOC: All Skate! Same rules as past All Skates. Party styled post, you do not need to tag Dog though you are welcome to. Also, feel free to add areas I missed if you'd like your pup to be there instead of what I've started with below.]

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Lakeside

[dog_walker]

The water is cool on this hot day.

Re: Lakeside

[makesthings]

Sameth's out by the lake since his current work isn't going exactly how he wants but the lake feels like home. So he's going swimming and enjoying knowing that no one is going to find him and make him be a diplomat.

Re: Lakeside

[deadbellringer]

Alexiel also desired to avoid work. While it'd been light in the Abhorsen work because of far too much rain, it'd been heavy in dealing with family politics. The warm sun was welcoming and he'd taken off his boots and armor to walk along the shore. Not the shirt because leather against skin rubbed horribly and he didn't feel comfortable just leaving them alone somewhere. Even if this supposedly safe place.

He does pause upon the shoreline, tilting his head. Something in the Charter tickled him. Familiar... almost... Turning around he tried to focus on it, which pointed him to the lake... Well not an undead then.

Forest

[dog_walker]

Birds and a chirpin' and bunnies are a flamin'...or something.

Re: Forest

[mogget_cat]

The bunnies may only be flaming because something is chasing them.


...Mind they don't flame at you by accident in their scramble to get away.

Re: Forest

[deadbellringer]

Oh.

Well.

That's unfortunate. A few quickly thrown marks create a barrier to divert the bunnies from running right into him. It prevents his bare feet from being burned. "What's got them all riled up," he asked to the air. Talking to himself out loud is a habit he's developed to keep himself company on the longer quiet days.

Caribbian Outlet

[dog_walker]

Waves crash and the water is warm.

Re: Caribbian Outlet

[childofrebellion]

Cassian's happy to not be surrounded by Imps and is sitting on a wooden chair from the garden to the edge of the beach. His datapad is on his lap but he's mainly enjoying the nice weather and a cold drink.

Garden

[dog_walker]

Bees and other insects fly about.

Re: Garden

[sunbaked_baker]

Sunshine can be found in the gardens, enjoying the warm, bright weather as she gathers herbs for the kitchens.

Re: Garden

[collar_full]

She's not the only person out in the garden, there is a young woman in a gray military looking uniform (though the jacket is through over the arm of a scarecrow) who is currently down on her knees pulling weeds.

Raelle is still new enough to Milliways that she doesn't know who owns or takes care of what, but she has yet to met a gardener or farmer who doesn't appreciate someone weeding. Though she is careful to only pull plants she is familiar with and which don't serve any good purpose.

When she spots Sunshine, she nods with a smile. "I hope you don't mind? I'm being careful not to pull anything I don't recognize."

Re: Garden

[agooddeath]

There were gardens on Krypton, but Faora never got to see them often. Being here now, it seems to calm her down.

Stables

[dog_walker]

The horses are restless. Any one want to give them some exercise?

Re: Stables

[deadbellringer]

Horses. Alexiel doesn't have much to do with horses. They tend to die. Undead and all. Or the bells. Just... messy?

Maybe.

Here, however, there weren't any such things to worry about. So, he's gone into the stables to say hello to the animals.

He likes them. He's not a good rider but would like to be better. Patting a dull brown horse with just a white stripe down her nose, he said, "Hello there. Feel like going out for a ride?"

Re: Stables

[works_in_space]

It's been a long time since Jim has been riding. He rarely gets back to Earth, and even more rarely to any sort of stable. So he can't resist at least looking at the horses here. Even if he's not sure he would do well with a strange horse after so much time off the saddle.

Re: Stables

[collar_full]

A young woman in a gray military looking uniform just happens to be brushing one of the horses and gives Jim a nod and a smile.

"If this is your horse I hope you don't mind? I've just been brushing, nothing else."

Re: Stables

[skyhigh_seance]

There is a lanky boy in a school-boy uniform (shorts, cuffed shirt, argyle sweater, jacket with the logo over the pocket) who has climbed up onto the fence to watch the horses. Of course, we're assuming he's watching the horses - the domino mask firmly across his face makes it hard to know where he's looking exactly, but he's faced in the right direction. His guardian would probably have something to say about how his hair is tufted up in all directions, but here's the glorious thing: Hargreeves isn't here.

The Seance, everyone.

Re: Stables

[cute_bruiser]

What do you know, it's a nice day - nice enough that for once, when she comes in from LA, Molly does not pull a face and insist Bar provide her with warmer clothes.

So, skinnyish, tall young woman in pink flip-flops, denim cut-offs and off-the-shoulder pink tee (I Beat Wolverine In A Fist-Fight And All I Got Was This Lousy T-shirt), enjoying the sunshine and looking nosily at the horses. (She was... never one of those horsey young girls. Except for unicorns, but they don't count.)

And also, now, looking curiously at the kid on the fence in a WW2-era Bucky Barnes-style mask.

...Huh.

"Hey."

Re: Stables

[blue_meanie]

Nebula is... well, she's new here, and she's new to Earth, and honestly the two both look the same to her, in ways she hasn't even entirely figured out yet.

And she doesn't have anywhere else to be, and she doesn't have anyone watching her (probably), and she doesn't... she doesn't have orders. She doesn't even have her own driving need for revenge, now her father's dead (I went for the head), and she doesn't have a sister, and she doesn't have anyone alive to blame for that.

So she's exploring, although she wouldn't call it that. (She's not sure what she would call it, honestly.)

The horses don't like her, though. Maybe it's the metal-and-engine-oil part of her, maybe it's everything in her memory files head.

Re: Stables

[lionlike_tabby]

There is a tall, pale-faced young woman in a high-collared black... dress? Perhaps?, her black hair in a long plait that certainly started the day as neat, enjoying the sunshine - and, more generally, enjoying not being in a dank little French forest.

Minerva doesn't know much about horses, it must be said, but she's curious: she leans over the fence near Klaus, looking younger than she has in some time, and eventually one of the pen's occupants comes across to see if she can possibly be inveigled into providing food.

"Hmm." Sugar lumps, she's sure she's seen somewhere that sugar lumps for horses are a thing. She digs into her pockets for both wand and something that might be suitably transfigured, and finds ... dice, probably from the last Balut game. A muttered word of cod-Latin later, she's now feeding her new equine friend bright white sugar lumps, one at a time. That might even be a smile on her face - may wonders never cease.

Re: Stables

[lionlike_tabby]

It is a truth seldom appreciated*, but a truth nonetheless, that the Lake in the grounds is the same as the Great Lake at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry; not merely a copy, but actually the exact same lake.

In practice, this means that someone - say, a somewhat harassed Professor of Transfiguration, taking a rapid stroll around the grounds to prevent herself accidentally putting a (relatively) blameless third-year Hufflepuff in detention for the rest of their natural life, merely for committing the unpardonable sin of being in the class after that containing Messrs. Fred and George Weasley - could, if not paying attention, accidentally find herself in Milliways, instead of back at the castle.

On the upside, this does at least mean time back in Scotland has stopped for long enough for the said irritated academic to have a stiff drink.

She's heading briskly to the bar when the uniformed lad on the fencing catches her eye: for the most part, he's not wearing anything like a Hogwarts uniform, but one school uniform is sufficiently like another that it's enough to bring her up short for a moment.

Oh, well. She has time, she supposes, and far worse things she could be doing than making small talk in the bright sunshine.

"That's an interesting mask," she observes (not having the frame of reference for superheroes). "Hello."

*By her

[deadbellringer]

It'd been raining heavily. Horribly heavy. Which was worse than snow because while snow was cold, rain was muddy. And harder to clean off of everything. Coming into the nice, warm weather was a blessing and a half. The Charter was taking on pity him.

Finding a tree, he pulled off his boots, surcoat, armor, shirt and bells. He hung up everything but boots and bells on a handy branch to dry. Best to enjoy the warmth of the sun while he could. The rain was going to leak into snow soon enough.

"And all I've got to eat is trail rations..." Sad life.

Back porch

[collar_full]

Raelle is still pretty new to this strange place and has discovered the space outside. She's currently drinking a tall glass of sweet iced and deciding what to do once she's finished.

This certainly beats basic at Fort Salem.

Re: Back porch

[childofrebellion]

Cassian's tired when he steps out onto the back porch, his mission is finished and he's relieved to not be in a cantina with that many Imps in it.

As he steps out he sees Raelle and stops, she's someone he doesn't know, so he keeps his voice neutral, "Looks like its Spring here."

Re: Back porch

[collar_full]

While her uniform is military, her manner is definitely not. If anything it's too casual with a touch of disdain, as if the uniform doesn't mean anything to her.

"Seems like. Not a big change for me though, weather wise." She holds out another few seconds before her manners catch up to her. "I've a pitcher if you'd like some sweet tea?"