carefully executed maneuvers (bendytimed before clone plot) [closed]

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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.

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[livestoannoy]

"You have got to be kidding me," Marco said, dubious. "What about for your missions? Don't tell me you guys all just wing them and don't plan at all."

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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"Did you really just compare a date with a mission." She looked back at Marco, disbelieving. "Marco, you get paid for missions. You know what a paid date is?"

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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Marco spluttered. "I was talking in general!" Oh man, he was already failing at this dating thing, wasn't he? Fuck, this is why he needed a plan, at least then he might not be sucking so much...

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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Sakura was surprised into laughing, shaking her head as she pulled out her omnicomm. They'd have to stop the train here, but the tracks were already rumbling with one bearing down. "I know you were," she relented, "So relax, all right? It'll be fine."

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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"Right," Marco said, swallowing. He needed to...stay cool. Not freak out so much. She was laughing, right? So it couldn't be all bad. Sure, he was probably laughing at him, but that's better than her getting offended or deciding to storm off or something.

"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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The train started again, forcing Sakura to brace herself against the seats a few feet in front of where Marco had settled down. "Wow, that's... smooth," she said, for lack of a better descriptor as she adjusted to what felt like a motionless interior, after starting back on route.

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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"Compared to horses and boats and wagons, maybe," Marco said. "Cars are usually smoother. They sway less, for one. But yeah, the trains back home are pretty much the same. If you guys don't even have trains though, I'm going to take a wild stab in the dark and guess that you've never been in a car either."

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She leaned over him a little, trying to get a sense of where they were. Enough of what they were passing made sense. Compared to her mental map of where the tracks were, and how the train ran along them, she projected maybe about a half hour til they should disembark on the other side of the strange building area. (Escherville, had she really wanted to call it by a proper name.)

"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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Unlike Sakura, Marco wasn't really paying that much attention to the scenery. Or at least not that scenery. But hey, if she wanted to go around leaning over it, it wasn't his fault. And he if sounded a little distracted while replying? Totally not his fault either.

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 straightened up after a while, never really deciding to take a seat. She felt oddly energetic, even if it didn't feel like much was happening. If she'd noticed his distraction, he'd been subtle enough that she could largely ignore it.

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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Marco shrugged, and followed her out of the train. "You don't want to just head over there?" he asked, gesturing to the nearest part of the river.

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"Nope," she said succinctly. "I'd rather go that way." She pointed, indicating somewhere further along the river. "There's a deeper section where the water's more manageable. A sandy shoal, too, if I think that was more accidental than intentional. Come on!"

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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Well, technically Marco could get there a lot faster than Sakura ever could - if he'd morphed. "And do you always go swimming in this part of the river, or were you just saving it for a special occasion?" he said dryly as they walked.

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"Like you don't scout the City," she said, rolling her eyes. "And who knows? Maybe I am."

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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"Bet I can scout the city better than you can," Marco said, with a needling grin.

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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"Exactly how many bird morphs do you have?" If he was set on needling her, she was set on ignoring it. Mostly.

"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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Marco had to think on that for a moment. "Five? Six?" he said, hazarding a guess. But I wouldn't use all of those for scouting." He doubted a cockatiel would be any use at all for that.

"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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"Not suited for it?" she hazarded a guess, sitting down on the low raised sides of the bridge. Working at her sandals, she found herself rolling her eyes again.

"So call it a 'Hill by the River' party. Do you always have to be right?"

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"Not always. Plus some morphs are just better for it than others. Unless that morph wouldn't blend it, it's always best to go for the one with the best eyes. You know, hawks, eagles, owls, that sort of thing," he said, leaning against the bridge.

"But hills don't have sand," Marco said, as if that explained everything. "Plus 'hill volleyball' just sounds stupid. Sorry Barbie, but beaches are just cooler than hills." He grinned at her. "And of course I always have to be right. I usually am," he added flippantly.

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She hummed something akin to agreement to his first statement. That was a given. If you didn't blend in, you were asking to be eliminated for being where you damn well weren't supposed to be -- according to someone.

"I'm sure you tested the soil of every hill you came across, just to come to that conclusion." She finished pulling her second sandal off, pushing off the short railing of the bridge, feeling the cool (not cold) stone beneath her feet. Real sensations, for a certain value of real. "Usually isn't always," she pointed out, turning away from him as she pulled her shirt off. "Even if that were true, you really go out of your way to discredit yourself half the time."

[livestoannoy]

"Testing for coolness isn't cool," Marco said, keeping an entirely straight face.

As she took her shirt off he watched her back, not saying anything further.

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"But checking for sand content is?" She knew what he was talking about, but hey, she was choosing to be scientific.

Folding her shirt, she set it on the bridge wall. "What?" she said, looking back over her shoulder at him when he didn't say anything more. "No witty remark about discrediting yourself being part of your grand master plan? Not that it's a bad one."

She started to step out of her shorts. "Being underestimated can be useful."

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Marco rolled his eyes. "That definitely isn't cool either."

Then he blinked at Sakura, realising that she'd noticed him fall silent. "If I tell you, that would ruin the master plan, wouldn't it?" he said quickly.

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Folding her shorts to set on top of her shirt, she narrowed her eyes at Marco. "Maybe. Maybe not." She leaned forward, checking relative depths of the water off this end of the bridge.

"You planning on staying up here all afternoon?" Sakura took a few steps backward, coming close to the opposite wall of the bridge.

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"Well someone wouldn't let me get any swimwear!" Marco protested, folding his arms.