Open Log

[countryofassholes]

Characters: Britannia and yooou~
Format: action/prose
This log is: open
Location: Dock area in the evening, just before the sun sets.
Summary: Britannia's relaxing and has no one to bother. Yet.
Warnings: Nothing yet.

[Over on the dock, bare feet dangling over the edge, Britannia lays on her back with her pant legs rolled up and staring up at the darkening sky. Her shoes are next to her head, not that she seems to particularly care about them at the moment as she allows herself the undignified position in the absence of any human company. No, right now she's currently debating whether or not she should go bug Kiku or stay here and watch the stars come out. Surely there's no such thing as a curfew at this school, right? And especially not for her when she's a professor of all things.]

Oh, maybe I can get Kiku and we can watch the stars together. [The thought is brilliant, of course, a compromise. She could even get Antonio, Suzaku, Lelouch and England too. Except...] Hmm... they're probably all busy and it would take too much time to gather them up.

[Another sigh.] Oh well, I guess I'll just wait alone.

Comments

[wakingsavior]

[ John nods and plops down on the edge of the dock next to her, typing away. He's a lot chattier than his fellow-PDA-using counterpart up a couple threads. ]

i'm new, so i'm trying to learn where everything is!
i got distracted by the sunset and the stars.
there's a couple peeking out already, see?

[ Once he's shown her the PDA, he points up to where the first star or two of the evening are starting to twinkle ]

[countryofassholes]

[She smiles at the PDA message and the pointing as she follows his finger up to the sky. Sure enough, she can spot a few bright lights in the growing layer of darkness which makes her grin.]

You're right. I wonder if the constellations here are the same as back home.

[wakingsavior]

[ Ack, her face was just a little bit turned away and he couldn't quite figure out what she was saying. Unless she's talking about llamas...

He types really quickly and taps her on the shoulder. ]

could you repeat that?
i couldn't quite see you and i have to read lips.

[ It's not his favourite thing to ask, but he's used to it - happens pretty often with people not used to interacting with deaf people. ]

[countryofassholes]

[At the tap, she glances down at him and has to have another pause after reading his message. Deaf and mute?

After a second, she glances back at him and shrugs apologetically. It's not like she knew, right?] I said I was wondering if the constellations here would be the same as back home.

[wakingsavior]

[ Well, they do tend to go together... but not technically mute, just not very good at speaking clearly yet. He's only 13, after all.

He smiles back at her - it's no big if she didn't realise. He's used to it. ]

huh, that's a good question.
and whose home would they pick to make the constellations after?

[countryofassholes]

Maybe they have their own. Do you feel like trying to pick them out?

[Because that's a normal thing to ask a complete stranger.]

[wakingsavior]

[ Completely normal! John looks up at the darkening sky, more stars shining out every moment. They don't look like the constellations he's used to. Making new ones would be fun, though!

He looks back to Britannia and nods before flopping back onto the deck, staring intently at the stars, trying to find shapes in them. ]

[countryofassholes]

[A smile widens her lips as John sits down beside her and she falls quiet, trying to pick shapes out of the growing stars. After a minute or two of searching, tilting her head this way and that, she finally lets out a low chuckle.]

They don't really look like much, do they?

[wakingsavior]

[ John's attention span strikes again! Or, really, he's just so intent at picking out shapes that he doesn't notice Britannia's talking to him, so he just keeps trying to play connect-the-dots ]

[countryofassholes]

[When she doesn't get a response, she just chuckles and falls quiet, waiting for an image to come.

Eventually she does pull her feet from the water to let them dry out in the cool air, if only so she shift onto her side and watch John instead. What a strange kid.]