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[futures_of_ash]

LIfe is almost back to normal for Rachel, normal defined as daily missions, almost no free time, and only general instead of pointed suspicion and derision...so she's almost happy. Interesing how one can be content with deplorable situations when the past week was hellishly worse.

So, now, Milliways finds Rachel stretched out in front of the hearth, stretching out the muscles strains resulting from not working for over a week. See her? Waterfall of hair licking over her shoulder to the floor as she bends her nose to her knee, deep breathes, slow, controlled, shiting to the other knee, shifting to splits and a few winces.

It's good to be working again.

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[moroccofor1year.livejournal.com]

*Penny wanders over and notices the workout session. She just watches,*

[futures_of_ash]

Her routine isn't anything even clos eto graceful, unless you consider everything functioning and moving smoothly graceful. She's never danced, she's never been a gymnast...she's simply always been very physically active. It probably isn't all that entertaining, unless one enjoys watching people stretch in general...

As for Rachel herself, she's happy to work in silence, occassionally biting her lip as a muscle pulls more than it should.

[moroccofor1year.livejournal.com]

*Penny laughs. It's weird watching somone workout, it isn't interesting but there is something about it. She can't stop watching.*

[futures_of_ash]

It's weird being watched as well, no matter that the gaze is of low intensity...so eventualy she simply folds in half, her cheek on the floor and arches an eyebrow at Penny.

[moroccofor1year.livejournal.com]

Sorry.

*Penny grins*

I saw you over here and I didn't wanna disturb you but your little work was entertaining. You should charge admission. Carry on, I'll stop watching.

[futures_of_ash]

She blinks at the mention of charging admission and tries to wrap her mind around it. The foremost in her mind being Why? Followed by She's gotta be kidding.

"Umm..."

Yeah, that about sums it up, and, just like that, her movements grow a little jerky, stilted, awkward...

[moroccofor1year.livejournal.com]

*Penny notices the blink*

I was joking.

*she laughs.*

[futures_of_ash]

She just eyes Penny for a moment, odd flickers behind teh emerald in hr eyes then semi-shrugs, an odd, rolling movement in her current position "Okay"

Not a joke she seems to understand really. But that's common for Rachel actually.

[moroccofor1year.livejournal.com]

It was sarcasm... You know what you're busy. I'll leave you alone.

[3rdtimelucky.livejournal.com]

Goldy isn't satisfied with just watching. Not for long anyway.

"Warming up, or cooling off?" she hazards, shrugging off her new fur coat and folding it over the back of an easy chair before she sits.

[futures_of_ash]

Rachel glances up, eyes lingering on the coat for a moment before flashing a grin at Goldy and resting her cheek on her knees comfortably "Cooling off...sorta. Been shopping?" she hazarded, far to polite to pry in any other way.

[3rdtimelucky.livejournal.com]

"Nope." She turns and pets the wolf pelt fondly. "Red Riding Hood sold it to me. It was her spare."

"Genuine alternate nemesis fur, this is," she says with a grin.

[futures_of_ash]

She knows she really shouldn't say it, shouldn't admit this either but her mouth opens before she can fully stop herself "Who's that? Obviously a hunter..." then she trailed off in semi-embrassmnt and tucked her nose back to her knee.

"Either way, has to be a little odd, wearing any nemesis..." she's probably teasing. Then again, she's never had a furry nemesis...

[3rdtimelucky.livejournal.com]

"Red's another fairy tale character, like me. She's just from a different world, and has a different story to the one most people know."

Gold scrunches her nose. "Not really. I like the irony."

[futures_of_ash]

She chuckles at the nickname for Goldy's friend, having been called such herself, often. "Red" probably liked it about as much as Rachel did. "Aren't most?" she answered. "At least you manage to find common ground. Is her story like yours?" Or darker considering it yeilded a wolf pelt...

"I don't think I could do it" she admitted "Too often such things retain...echoes of the past people within them. Harsh emotions, random thoughts...almost like ghosts. Guess it's a good thing I never got into furs..."

[3rdtimelucky.livejournal.com]

Goldy raises an eyebrow. "I guess so. But any ghosts in this one aren't from my past."

She crosses her legs and gets comfortable in the chair.

"Her story—the traditional one—has our ex-Chief of Security eat her grandma. But in her world she shot that wolf, and another one as well. The one who was bothering the Three Little Pigs, reportedly."

"In my universe, the wolf was one and the same. But not in hers." She lifts the arm of the coat and drops it again. "This is from the pig botherer."

[futures_of_ash]

"And you'd eat ghosts for breakfast if they dared bother you" she chuckled, reaching out to stroke a finger along the fur. "Seems she turned out happier than tradition would have her...unless she hated her grandmother."

A happy sigh and another wince and Rachel simply stretches out on her back, relaxing and looking up at Goldy. "You had three little pigs? Humanoid I hope?" After all, the bears were to a degree, and turtles here were...it's just easier to wrap the mind around that way.

[sai_delgado]

From her place on the couch not too far away, Susan watches as Rachel stretches in front of the hearth.

She's a little tense, oh aye, a bit wary--

(she didn't mean it)

--but she's making no move to depart.

[futures_of_ash]

Eventually the stretching moves Rachel enough to bring various sections of the bar into view...and one of those views is of the couches...and Rachel...freezes, half extended over a leg, just watching for a moment.

After all, it's her one of the few people she'd managed to truly terrify here in Milliways.

Sitting so very close.

Flame licks up her tattoo in worry and she hurriedly lowers her face over her knee, using her hair to hide as she very carefully and slowly goes about her routine. With luck, Rachel will be ignored.

[sai_delgado]

She flinches just a bit as the fire covers Rachel's face-- she can't help it, say true.

(charyou tree)

But her voice, although soft and low, is yet clear when she says, "Long days and pleasant nights, lady-sai."

[futures_of_ash]

One would have thought that the simple words were a lash at the way Rachel flinches, but she does curl her knees to her chin, sitting now, hair a careful shield between them. "...evening to you Lady Susan" she replies gently.

"Life has been treating you well?"

[sai_delgado]

"I'm well enough, lady-sai," comes the quiet answer.

Susan bites her lip, watching Rachel carefully as she flinches, as she curls up and hides her face, and then ventures,

"And-- and ye?"

[futures_of_ash]

"That is good" she comments, after all, Susan is a kind and generous person, she knows that much. And such should be treated well.

At the question after herself though, she bites her lip, peering through her hair and contemplating soothing lies. "...it hasn't been a pleasant week" she admitted at last, voice utterly emotionless.

[sai_delgado]

Silence for just a beat, and then Susan nods to a chair nearby.

"Ye can't-- ye can't be all that comfortable on the floor like that, I wot." Still quiet. "Would'ee sit, mayhap? And-- if ye'd speak, I'd listen."

[futures_of_ash]

She chuckled at that, perhaps a little bitterly, but not directed at Susan "I'm actually pretty comfortable" she admitted. "I sprawl too much to deal with furniture on a more than passing front..."

Then she slowly shook her hair out of her face, the flame safely swallowed away and fingers tracing over her neck gently. A neck that appeared just fine in all regards. "I was put on trial and I was...very close to losing myself during it"