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carefully executed maneuvers (bendytimed before clone plot) [closed]
Time was difficult enough to figure out on ship when she was having a good day. The mild hangover she'd had this morning (drinking water and forcing herself to down slop from the mess hall had kept it mild) had morphed into a milder headache and light sensitivity that had mostly faded by the time she'd picked up her omnicomm and run across Lash proposing some kind of celebration.
It was in the sensoriums, which was anything but good in Sakura's general opnion, but as she stared down at her omnicomm yet again, she had wondered if it would be a decent distraction to keep her mind off the stupidities of last night and early in the morning. If nothing else, given that she wasn't expected in MedBay today, it would fill in some time before she heard back from Marco. So she'd gone. What was there to lose?
It was only later, after she'd excused herself from the sensoriums and everyone within them, that she realized why she probably hadn't heard from monkey boy. Staring at the desk in her room, she looked between the omnicomm she'd just set down and the one that was on top of a book.
The slow realization that the omnicomm she'd thought had fallen out of her pouch last night hadn't fallen anywhere. She hadn't had her omnicomm with her. She'd walked off with someone else's omnicomm from where Marco lived. With her luck, it was probably Marco's omnicomm.
Sakura shouldered her satchel once more and raced down the stairs. If anyone was around to see her, she probably looked amusingly out of sorts, still dressed for the beach and heading back out within minutes of finally getting home. It didn't take long to make her way over to his residence, relying on shinobi speed to cut down on travel time. She came to a stop at the front door, running her hand through her hair to get it to calm down before she knocked. Best to get this started. By now, she owed a few apologies.
I am never drinking again.
It was in the sensoriums, which was anything but good in Sakura's general opnion, but as she stared down at her omnicomm yet again, she had wondered if it would be a decent distraction to keep her mind off the stupidities of last night and early in the morning. If nothing else, given that she wasn't expected in MedBay today, it would fill in some time before she heard back from Marco. So she'd gone. What was there to lose?
It was only later, after she'd excused herself from the sensoriums and everyone within them, that she realized why she probably hadn't heard from monkey boy. Staring at the desk in her room, she looked between the omnicomm she'd just set down and the one that was on top of a book.
The slow realization that the omnicomm she'd thought had fallen out of her pouch last night hadn't fallen anywhere. She hadn't had her omnicomm with her. She'd walked off with someone else's omnicomm from where Marco lived. With her luck, it was probably Marco's omnicomm.
Sakura shouldered her satchel once more and raced down the stairs. If anyone was around to see her, she probably looked amusingly out of sorts, still dressed for the beach and heading back out within minutes of finally getting home. It didn't take long to make her way over to his residence, relying on shinobi speed to cut down on travel time. She came to a stop at the front door, running her hand through her hair to get it to calm down before she knocked. Best to get this started. By now, she owed a few apologies.
I am never drinking again.
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She could correct one belief, on the other hand. She stepped forward, grabbing his arm and tugging him out the door. "You don't need a beach when it comes to rivers," she pointed out, "And any sandy embankment's more than beach enough. Come on. I know what we're doing."
If he was just going to stand around talking about how much better his world view was, she wasn't interested. Besides, it wouldn't be much of a date. Sign up for hours of having someone else tell you about how wonderfully backward you were?
Shoot her through the foot first, please.
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What, did she expect him to just jump in fully clothed?
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"Besides, there's something else I've always wanted to try."
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Marco eyed her, not sure if this 'something else' was a good thing or a bad thing. "Try what?"?
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She finally let go when he asked what they were trying, positively grinning. "The train! What else?"
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Marco was less that impressed. Sure, he'd never used the one here, but a train's a train. They're all the same. "That's it?"
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She refused to let him dampen her enthusiasm. "Maybe they're old news to you, but I've never been on a train before."
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But they'd arrived at the train tracks, and Marco hoped that at least might help distract him from the fact that this conversation had turned seriously awkward. "So you guys don't have trains in your world?" he said, latching onto the first question that came into his head.
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Weirdly, reassuring him that the date he'd wanted in the first place would go fine actually made her think it would be fine. Focusing less on the implications that might not even exist, and instead aiming to have fun.
Punching in codes she'd never used before produced a most interesting result, as the train that would have sped by slowed down and came to a halt. "That's so cool." Sakura cleared her throat, moving down toward the door that opened for them. "Nope! Or maybe we do, in some part of the world I've never been to. Travel was by foot, cart, wagon, or boat, depending on where you were trying to go. Sometimes a mixture of all four."
She was looking around the interior of the train, eyes widening enough to show she was trying to take it all in.
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"Okay, being able to stop the train by omnicomm is kinda cool," he admitted. "You can't do that with the ones back home. You have to go to an actual station and wait there."
He didn't know how long she was going to look around, so Marco just picked a seat and folded his arms on top of the seat in front of him, resting his chin on his forearms and watched her take things in.
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After a few minutes, she wandered back to where Marco sat. "Your trains were like this?" she asked, looking past him and out the window. Semi-familiar and familiar landscape flew by. "This is so effortless."
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"Cars? No. Nothing motorized, outside of a few lift systems in the big cities. We've got electricity, if I've never visited the plants we use. I hear some of the things in the Hangar are like cars, though. Smaller things, with four wheels?" She continued to ask similar questions, unintentionally probing for how much he recognized different vehicles and robotics in the hangar.
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He rambled on about what he did know about the vehicles in the hanger, sometimes going off on tangents about the ones that he thought were totally cool, and to also go on about how completely insane the TARDIS was, until the passed by Escherville. He stuck his head out the window, noticing the river nearby. "This where you wanted to get off?"
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Sakura had agreed that the TARDIS was a rather strange conundrum. "Close enough," she said, activating the slow down and stop for the train. She was already moving toward the doors while the train slowed, balancing through what effects of the slowing she could feel. "It's just a short hike out from here."
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Sakura set out, taking a less direct path than she would have on her own. She could be accommodating of people who didn't leap walls, trees, buildings, and cement blocks like she could.
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Walking at an intersecting angle with the river, she headed around the base of a misplaced hill. Some stone structure kept silent watch at the top, a testament to someone's history out in the stars. Shortly, part of a stone bridge could be seen, arching to a support sunk midway through where the river ran. It was sedate for this portion, a slow burble of movement through the area. Most of the water moved at the far end, creating an extended basin of near-still water, the current visible where a sharp turn at the far end of the basin marked the river continuing on it's path through the city.
Once, places like these might have been green. Yet it's been a hard means of existence for these misplaced relics; moss clings tenaciously to existence, and there were a few dried expanses of grass on the far hill. Stone buildings, one crumbling, one holding together, framed this little portion of the river.
She wondered where they could be from, but it didn't matter. "If nothing else, the water here is beautiful. Can you see the shoal?" she asked, looking at Marco over her shoulder. Her indicated part of the river stretching from the base of the bridge out to the support, then into the larger expanse of water. "I think the river's been depositing sand here for a short while, but a lot of it had to be here at the start. Lucky bridge," she added, smiling at the no longer functional stone creation. "It's deeper right around the support, but other than that, you have to get over there." She indicated the larger curve of the basin, away from the obviously moving water.
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He leaned over, trying to get a good look at the shoal Sakura was pointing to. He snorted softly. "That's a pretty pathetic beach," Marco observed, that needling grin still on his face. "No wonder they had the party at the sensoriums."
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"The people in the sensoriums were just afraid of really getting wet," she said, moving toward the bridge. Created or not, at least the river had real water. It was why the bath house could exist in the first place.
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"You do realise that it defeats the point of having a beach party if you can't actually have people on the beach, right?" he said. "It's not all about the water."
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"So call it a 'Hill by the River' party. Do you always have to be right?"
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