eleventh translation // action

[lt_linguist]

[It's a nice day. The air is warm, the sun is out, and one Lieutenant Uhura is out with it, in full force. She's eschewed her winter uniform for one better suited to warm weather - that's right, she's back in her Starfleet-issue miniskirt, hips swaying, ponytail swinging, black boots crunching on the ground as she walks purposefully from the house.

Normally, she'd be heading towards the library, but it's far too nice a day for that. She does have a book under her arm, but she's heading for the bridge, clearly ready to get some fresh air.

In spite of the recent rash of disappearances, and violence, she's determined to enjoy the weather while it lasts. She may even be humming to herself.]

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[20abyssinian.livejournal.com]

[Aya is using today as a chance to get fresh air. He can handle being in one place for awhile but now he's ready to be outside for awhile. Hands in his pockets, he focuses on the ground as he walks along. Not the wisest thing to do but he has good senses.

Enough so that he easily and gracefully avoids bumping into the woman he comes across. Violet eyes look up at her.]

Sorry. [It's muttered but at least he said it.]

[lt-linguist.livejournal.com]

[Uhura isn't all that used to seeing people walking hunched over like that. She is, after all, from a military background.]

No problem. You might want to try holding your head up, though. Less chance of accidents.

[20abyssinian.livejournal.com]

I never have an accident.

[At least not ones that involve running into people.]

[lt-linguist.livejournal.com]

[She laughs.]

I used to think that, when I was about twelve years old. But suit yourself; it's far too nice a day to be arguing, anyway.

[20abyssinian.livejournal.com]

[He blinks.]

...It is a nice day.

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[count-gardios.livejournal.com]

[Guy, meanwhile, is taking in the good weather himself in a rather strange way. Namely, he's laying on the bank of the river near the bridge, leaning back on his hands with his pant legs rolled up and his feet in the river like some sort of backwater hick.

And it feels great.

...and what is this? A fine lady o'er yonder? Now he gets a great view to go with his river-basking! Ahhh the fates are occasionally kind after all.]

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[lt-linguist.livejournal.com]

[It takes her a while to notice she has an audience. When she does, however, she gives him her most sarcastic smile, and possibly a rude gesture (though she'd never admit to it).]

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[count-gardios.livejournal.com]

[Don't be like that baby!

Guy sits up and waves cheerily.] Good afternoon! Fine weather we're having, aren't we?

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[lt-linguist.livejournal.com]

[She's no one's "baby". :|]

Beautiful. It's only tarnished by perverts.

[psychebubble]

*Paru spots the good mood, and... somehow, has managed to be in good enough a mood herself to not instantly resort to trolling. She does, however, decide to investigate.*

What happened with you?

[lt-linguist.livejournal.com]

[Uhura raises an eyebrow.]

Nothing, as far as I know. Aside from it being a nice day.

[psychebubble]

That's all? You look like you're about to break out into a Disney musical.

[lt-linguist.livejournal.com]

[Little laugh.] I'm a regular one-woman chorus line. I sing a lot. [Like, basically all the time. It's practically a subconscious thing.]

[Voice]

[knightofratatosk]

[And someone just HAS to be a jerk, as always.]

Going somewhere?

[Voice]

[lt-linguist.livejournal.com]

[...Odd.]

Outside, to enjoy the nice weather for a while. Would you like to join me?

[Voice]

[knightofratatosk]

And waste my time with someone like you? No thanks. Even I'm not that desperate.

[Voice]

[lt-linguist.livejournal.com]

[...What.]

Emil, are you all right?

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

[ Well, with all the recent happenings such as murdering and kidnapping, is it any surprise McCoy is keeping an eye on his housemates lately? If there are better ways of stealth than just popping his head out from the side of door frame and watching her, they are lost on the doctor. ]

[lt-linguist.livejournal.com]

[She sees you there, Bones.]

Care to join me? I wouldn't mind company, and it'd be better than following me around like a creepy stalker.

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

[ Damn it. ]

Can you really blame me? [ He asks as he emerges from behind the door. ]

[lt-linguist.livejournal.com]

[She gives him a wry little smile, though it's clearly affectionate.]

Do you think you can protect me from the big scary bad guys roaming Luceti?

fff I KNEW there was something I meant to tag with Arumat

[13th_captain]

[Arumat, on the other hand, is outside for a far more serious purpose than enjoying the nice weather: he's keeping an eye out for whoever is responsible for the recent murders. But that doesn't mean he won't pause slightly when he spots the human woman he'd discussed symbology with earlier and give her a short nod of greeting.]

\o/

[lt-linguist.livejournal.com]

[Hey, she knows that guy. She'll offer up a slight smile, as well.]

Hello, Arumat. [She has a good memory for names and faces, and anyone who reminds her as much of Spock as Arumat does is bound to make an impression, anyway.]

Keeping busy?

/o/ this is so wrong on Arumat's account

[13th_captain]

[He responds with another short nod, his face remaining as impassive as ever.]

No thanks to whoever is responsible for the deaths of those civilians.

[He's armed with his scythe as usual, but this time he's got it turned on and ready for a fight should the need arise. Killing innocent civilians is kind of a sore spot for him, so he's taken it upon himself to conduct a sort of patrol of the village.]

hehe

[lt-linguist.livejournal.com]

[She tilts her head at him, contemplatively.]

I do wonder what the purpose might be of bringing in people who are clearly unstable. It's possible there simply isn't a purpose, and it's all totally random, but I suppose I'm an optimist who wants to make sense of the world.