rakuen | (no subject)

Characters: Euphemia and you~
Format: prose, action
This log is: open!
Location: The gym!
Summary: Euphemia realizes she's forgotten how to dance.
Warnings: Will update as necessary!

Euphemia is walking up and down the gymnasium, looking quite lost. On her feet are a pair of ballet slippers. She seems to start to do something before falling back, unsure and dazed. This goes on for quite a while, the girl sighing quietly to herself with every try.

"Ah… how strange…" she says to herself. Though she figures it isn't that strange. After all, bigger chunks of her memories are missing. Euphie frowns, and tries to focus. She closes her eyes, slowly steps forwards. Yes, try to-- to rely on muscle memory, rather than brain memory.

She moves to stand on her toes, taking a few light steps, uneasy and legs quivering. But that ends itself rather quick as she topples over-- possibly onto you! Or the floor, depending, and she falls hard, letting out a squeak of surprise as she does it.

Threaded | Flat

[Kevin, in that self same gym, is tossing around the basketball in the area around a net with practiced ease. It's not tennis but he likes it all the same. As he dribbles the ball from side to side, he'll suddenly pick it up in both hands, back up to take a shot and-!

Go down as someone lands on him.]

WHA-! [Consequently, that's how his face meets the floor. Not for the first time, certainly, but the meeting is every bit the same as the last.]

Sherlock is lost in thought as he wanders past. By the time he notices Euphemia's loss of balance, his only options are catch her or get out of the way. He opts for the first one.

Fletcher is spending some time getting acquainted with the gymnasium. Sports were never his specialty, but as long as it's not anything organized he does enjoy being active. He's dribbling a basketball and nervously eyeing the basket at one end of the court. How was anyone supposed to be able to get this ball through that basket? It was like fifty feet up!

He was distracted, though, by hearing someone fall to the floor nearby. He turned and hurried toward her, dropping the ball. "Are you okay?"