trans_9 | Remembering those that left

In the time that Katara had spent on Stacy, she was plagued by those who left who she couldn't really remember anymore: it was only bits and pieces, like retaining what was taught to her and not faces or names. But Luna had been someone she'd befriended when she first arrived here, and knowing someone as unique as her had really made her feel better about being on Stacy in the first place. There was a time to be sad about things like that, and she had already seen how that was on Alex's end, so she decided she was going to do something proactive, something to remember Luna by.

For that reason she was in the Outsiders' headquarters, specifically Luna's room, getting started on a sketch of the girl before starting to fill it in with color. She's warned the others ahead of time she was doing this, not that any of them really seemed to mind: they had liked Luna too. She doubted she would be disturbed, as not too many knew about the Outsiders hideout unless they were on the team themselves, but she'd be happy to talk to anyone anyway if they had a question. For now the whole room was covered in a tarp to avoid dripping paint on the floor, Katara in a face mask to prevent too much exposure to the fumes.

She was already halfway done coloring her hair and was starting in on the flower she decided to sketch in Luna's hair. She thought it had looked pretty.

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Luna has wandered the ship briefly, searching commoner nooks and crannies for Katara, humming under her breath all the while. Finding no signs of the waterbender, she checked downstairs, and even in Katara's room. Still bereft of her quarry, she opens the door to her room, looking almost put-out about the whole thing. She did so want to see her friend smile at her return. Seeing her friends smile always made her so happy.

Of course, once she looks up and blinks into her bright, happy little room, she spots the girl she's been searching for.

She has a greeting on the tip of her tongue when she notices what Katara is doing, and her eyes widen, the first words to fly out of her mouth not coming anywhere close to resembling good tidings and a happy hello.

"Paint! Where did you find paint? Oh, I've been looking for paint. Lovely."

Katara stopped and turned around, her eyes widening. No WAY. It wasn't possible. She had paint smeared across her cheek and her hair was roughly thrown atop her head, but she didn't care. She put the paint down quickly and flew at her friend, knocking her over pretty easily. Katara, after all, had LOTS of energy.

"You're back, you're back! You were repodded and you're back! Oh, I missed you, Alex missed you! The paint I got when we were on that planet, I thought I might need it for the Outsider's hotel and oh I MISSED you! I thought you wouldn't come back again!"

She smiled, helping Luna back up. "Er, sorry."

Luna 'meep's as Katara knocks her over, her friend babbling faster than a Cornish pixie.

She still looks a bit surprised as she lets the waterbender help her to her feet, eyes wider than usual as she eyes the half-painted version of herself on the wall quietly. She blinks slowly, some indistinct expression twisting in her face as she suddenly hugs Katara much tighter than usual, her chin dropping on Katara's shoulder.

"It keeps surprising me how much you all like me," she says quietly, dreamy voice gone a few notches down the scale to "normal".

Katara was happy that Luna finally got to see the picture, although she was a little embarassed that she hadn't finshed painting in the entire picture. She was, however, really happy that Luna was still around.

"I couldn't just let people act like you weren't around," Katara admitted. "I was going to actually have this room forbidden in case you ever came back. I'm glad I don't have to now! Alex will be thrilled too...he kinda lost it a little without you."

She shook her finger at her. "Which is why you should never underestimate how great an effect you have on all of us."

She grins wider than is usual for her, almost dancing towards the paints, her bare feet crinkling the tarp under her feet.

"You're a lovely person, Katara," she says, eyes fluttering from the likeness of herself--which she pauses momentarily to examine, thinking that Katara really does have a nice hand with a brush--to the paints and brushes. Then she turns halfway, looking back at the waterbender as she points at the art supplies and says, "May I?"

She frowns a bit, head tilting.

"Why would you go to the effort of painting the room and then cordon it off? That would be like buying the entire collection of The Weird Sisters' music and then hiding it in a closet and never listening to it."

She was barefoot AGAIN, so like her! Katara laughed, just happy that she hadn't stayed repodded.

"Go right ahead," she said about the paints, and to her next query, Katara had to confess. "I guess I wanted this room to be just for you, in case you never showed up. It's stupid, but I wanted to keep this place special, just for you."

Luna considers the wall for a moment, paintbrush already in hand. When she moves, it is to paint a vague, gestural line, and then another, and another, until a very sketchy but already discernible replica of Katara stands beside the half-done painting of herself.

"It's not stupid," she says, head tilting as she pauses to calculate proportions. "You wanted to hang onto what you had of...me, I suppose." She pauses again, brush hovering a few fractions of a centimeter away from the wall, eyes suddenly flashing over her shoulder at the brunette. "That feels odd to say. I don't think I've had anyone try to hang onto me before. Except Daddy. He's not proud of what he did, but he did it because he loves me."

She trails off, blinking into space before turning back to the wall, paying momentary attention to painting the outline of a hand.

Katara was genuinely touched by the outline. She hadn't known that Stacy could re-release people from being podded, but then knowing she could do it and make you forget was all the more daunting. If that were the case, what would stop her from having done that already?

But she tore her mind from that for the moment. "I didn't want it to be like you weren't even here. You were, and you shared a lot of wonderful memories here. To be honest, I preferred that you weren't killed in action, then I'd have to make a statue."

The last was a joke, but true nonetheless. Still, she was curious about that statement about her father hanging onto her and him doing something. "Wait, what did he do?"

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