[ roxy has been reading up on the network while still on the station, figuring out as much as she can about this planet, about its natives and about her fellow refugees. gathering intel, trying to get her own mind sorted. this is as pleasant a trip down to the planet as she could have expected, she supposes. the welcome isn't too shabby, at any rate.

she's sitting by the fire, a drink in hand and legs stretched out in front of her, glasses tugged into the front pocket of her suit. she's the very picture of casual ease, though she might not quite feel that way. taking a sip from her drink, she smiles a little. to whoever is near: ] All that's missing now is ghost stories, don't you think?

[ eggsy's told her that she's been awake before, that she's been on the planet before, that some of the people here she may have met before. it's an odd thing, not to remember any of it, and she hasn't quite wrapped her head around it yet. she's not sure she can, but for now, she compartmentalises and surely with time, it'll become easier.

but when she glances at someone's phone when they pull it out (professional habit) and sees the time on it, her stomach clenches. she just checked the time on her own phone. she's somehow lost five minutes.

five minutes aren't a lot. there's no reason to panic. but with her memories of being awake before gone entirely, losing time feels a lot more threatening. still, maybe she hasn't. maybe their phone was just set wrongly. so she asks someone else: ] Excuse me. Do you have the time?

[ roxy doesn't let herself miss too many things from her childhood, from her time before the army — but she misses horseback riding sometimes and when she gets the chance to ride a pegasus, well. of course she takes it.

catch her before the ride, petting the pegasus' neck and looking decidedly excited — or catch her after, hair dishevelled and a wide grin on her face, cheeks a little reddened from the wind and laughter in her eyes. ]

[ roxy doesn't have to think long about which path to choose at the crossroad. with eggsy in olympia, there really is no choice to be made at all; of course, that is where she's going, too. he's already offered her a room in his place and there's no way she's leaving her best friend's side any time soon — not literally, of course, they're not attached at the hip after all. in olympia, she will wander the city streets, getting a feel for the place even after the official tours have concluded, but she can also be found having a glass of wine in a bar or cafe somewhere.

just a few days after her arrival in olympia, she takes the train down to flona cave to walk along the beach, sample some of the sea food on offer and spend an afternoon sailing. she's clearly skilled at it, and willing to take someone along for a little while. and in early evening, with the sun still out, she settles into a lagoon to relax. it may or may not be cupid's lagoon, not that she realises the significance of this. ]