Habit Turned to Landscape [Open]

[vissernone.livejournal.com]

It's so easy to feel weightless in water.

Eva docks her boat, secures it with all the knots she remembers from her home, and jumps into the ocean. The waves are small and the sand at the bottom is just within reach of her feet. In a normal climate, this would be a horrible place to try and keep a boat, but tides and reefs and high shores don't much matter in the Sensoriums, where everything can be fixed and changed the instant it becomes a problem. So she's conjured up a beach and a sea and a perfect replica of her favorite boat from home, and a sunny, breezy day to illuminate the whole thing.

Too often lately she's been scared and angry and melancholy. None of this is going to be fixed with a quick imaginary trip to the beach. But as she floats on her back, breathing in salty air, it's easy to forget that, even if just for the moment.

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[justoutrunyou.livejournal.com]

Unfortunately...Sandy was not expecting this as she stepped into the Sensoriums today. She had been planning to recreate a movie theater.

So she landed with a flop and a splash in the water flailing about startled.

[vissernone.livejournal.com]

"Oh!" Eva hears the splash and whips around in the water to see what it was. The instant she recognizes it as flailing, she pulls the surf back so that Sandy's sitting on the shore. Eva herself is still up to her shoulders in water. "Are you alright? I'm starting to think you have a thing for dramatic entrances into these rooms."

[justoutrunyou.livejournal.com]

Sandy sat dripping in the sand and pulled back the curtian of her hair so she could give Eva a very flat look. She responded by spitting out a stream of fake sensorium water.

"Just lucky I guess?"

[vissernone.livejournal.com]

"That's the spirit," Eva says with a smirk. "Can you swim?"

[justoutrunyou.livejournal.com]

She looked accusingly at the water, as if it was mocking her "Not really no. We're not supposed to swim in the ocean back home. It's gross." She wiggled her toes on the shore.

[vissernone.livejournal.com]

"Here, I can lower the water level, make it waist-high. It's nice. I made it calm, no rip tides, no sharp rocks under the sand. It's something you might as well learn, even if you never use it."

[justoutrunyou.livejournal.com]

Sandy looked at the ocean water still suspicious, as if it would try to reach up and scoop her away.

"Alright I guess...It's not that big a deal." She lied feeling her stomach knot up. Taking a deep breath she slipped back into the water carefully, relief evident when she found the ground with her feet. She even cracked a smile.

[vissernone.livejournal.com]

"See? No toxic waste!" Eva flops over onto her back, floating again. She thinks she can tell by the deep breath that Sandy's nervous, so she's trying to be encouraging. "Squish some sand between your toes, it'll get you more adjusted to the water. I'm sure there's a pun there, given your name."

[windyellow]

Dustin hadn't seen a beach since before he was 'popped' and arrived on Stacy so he was pleasantly surprised that on this day of exploring he found himself on a beach. It made him a bit homesick, but he waded through the sand with a goofy grin as he spied Eva.

"Good idea. Everyone could use time to wind down."

[vissernone.livejournal.com]

"You're not kidding. I think anxiety and stress were in the air. Stacy's most communicable diseases," Eva says, pulling herself halfway up onto the dock. "You coming in?"

[battorch]

Tim had been feeling restless-- the mission was long over, there was only so much he could do in engineering, he'd pretty much exhausted the media library's research potential ages ago, and he needed something to do. That left a few major options: patrol, training, and exploration. So he donned his cape, cowl, and gloves, and set out.

The Sensoriums were just another stop, but his curiosity did get the better of him. An older woman, relaxing in the sea. It was almost a tempting thought, but he stayed back for the moment, as out of sight as possible (the outfit didn't do much for stealth in a setting like this, though, training aside). But maybe he could at least reach out to the civilians of the ship. Normally he'd not socialize but, for all he knew, she could be having problems he could help with. The ship was certainly more peaceful than Gotham, on the whole, in an average 'day'.

"Needed some relaxation?" he asked, gruffly.

[vissernone.livejournal.com]

Eva's been floating long enough that she's drifted off, focusing mostly on keeping her lungs full enough to keep her on top of the water, so Tim's entrance startles her. She drops under the water and emerges again. "Look, you ruined it. I had a great waterlogged corpse impression going and you ruined it."

She laughs and raises an eyebrow, looking him up and down. "That's a far cry from swim trunks."

[battorch]

Tim starts for a moment himself, as she submerges, ready to act if necessary-- but she's clearly okay, and so he regains his composure. "Sorry," he apologises, and nearly smiles a little to the woman. "It was just a bit too convincing for my tastes."

Tim folded his arms over his chest, under the cape. "Can't say I was planning on going for a swim."

[vissernone.livejournal.com]

"Next time a movie's casting for dead bodies, I can tell them you gave me a seal of approval, Young Master Faceless." How old is this kid, anyway? Hard to tell under the cowl. She's seen a few masked heroes on the ship but it never quite fails to unnerve her. "Not interested in general, or just didn't wear the right outfit? You look like you'd sink like a bag of kittens in that get-up."

[battorch]

"Glad to be of service," he nodded. "Just make sure to spell that right, on your resumé." He watched her closely, wondering who she might be. Once he had a name he might be able to put some more information to it. But for the moment it'd be fine. "Not really interested. I've got other things to do." Sort of. "Though you're right-- this outfit isn't exactly designed for water sports."

[vissernone.livejournal.com]

"And it's designed for what? Fighting crime?" Which is actually probably the most likely option, given the other residents on Stacy, even though it pains her to think of someone who she suspects might be Marco's age or younger out doing that sort of thing. "Is that those 'other things' you're off to be doing?"

[battorch]

"Something like that," Tim replied, a blanket answer, frowning slightly. It was accurate, obviously, "but there isn't much in the way of 'crime' on the ship on a day-to-day basis." Not that that would stop him. This was something he had to do, while working out everything else.

"Red Robin."

[vissernone.livejournal.com]

"Right. Almost all our slave-owning and kidnapping is legal," she says bitterly, then tries to cast that thought aside as she stares up at the sunny Sensoriums sky. "Eva."

[srsbiznez.livejournal.com]

Woah, so this is what the Sensoriums were like. Looking out at the water reminded him of The FAYZ, particularly the business deal between him and Quinn.

After a while lost in thought, Albert noticed someone swimming in the water. "Hello!" He tried to shout out to the figure in the distance.

[vissernone.livejournal.com]

Eva switches over from her back to swimming back towards shore. It's a kid, a teenager, probably not much older than that if at all. Not someone she recognizes. "Hello, stranger."

[srsbiznez.livejournal.com]

Albert moved to pull out his business card, then stopped, realizing it might get wet from the water. Hopefully an opportunity would arise for him to give it to her later. "My name is Albert Hillsborough, it is nice to meet you, Ms... ?" He didn't want to be presumptuous.

He reached out to shake her hand in a firm handshake.

[vissernone.livejournal.com]

"Salazar. But call me Eva." She gets out of the water and shakes her hand off, then realizes she can call up a towel to give him a dry handshake. She follows the reach for the something in his clothes, then the pause. "Aren't you being a little formal for a kid?"

[srsbiznez.livejournal.com]

He isn't used to calling adults by their first name, "Nice to meet you, Ms. Salazar."

"I am not a kid, I am 15." Albert continues, determined to not be seen as a kid. Seeing that the card would not get wet, he reached back into his pocket, "and here is my card." He wrote each one meticulously by hand on perfectly rectangular pieces of cardboard. It took him almost an entire day, but he was proud of the results.

[vissernone.livejournal.com]

"My son is older than you. You're a kid. Fifteen can't even drive a car where I'm from" she says in a no-nonsense voice. Not to mention she's more than three times his age, and doesn't that make her feel old.

She stifles the urge to laugh at the business card, instead gingerly taking it. "I'm not sure if you noticed, but I didn't exactly call up an employment office in here."

[srsbiznez.livejournal.com]

"I am one of the oldest and respected members of the community where I am from." Albert sad, a little defensively, and in a very matter of fact manner.

Albert continued,"Just so you have my information and credentials. If you happen to need a partner in business, I am available."