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nysalogs2018-04-21 06:21 pm
originallutece) wrote in nysalogs2018-04-21 06:21 pm
and sometimes you close your eyes
Who: Eggsy (tailorable) & Rosalind Lutece (originallutece)
What: Memories!
When: Early April
[One moment strolling down on the planet, heading towards Olympia; the next Eggsy will find himself on a beautiful lawn. There's a college in the distance (Girton College, actually, if he's the sort to know his universities). It's empty, but the moment he takes a few steps forward it fills with students. They stroll in pairs, very nearly always women, chatting happily as they go on to their next class. A few sit outside, soaking in the sun, or read books and take notes. It's a typical college experience, despite the fact everyone's dressed a little . . . strangely, perhaps, might be the word.
Once he takes a few more steps forward, he suddenly finds himself in one of the buildings, strolling down a hallway. Physics Department, one sign reads, and it's a rather dusty laboratory he eventually finds himself in. There's only a few people there, but they're notable for two reasons. One, every single person, without fail, is a woman. And two, those strange outfits come into focus, revealing themselves to be highly archaic, all long skirts and sensible blouses.
And on the very end of the laboratory, sitting a ways away from everyone else, there's a girl. She's younger than the rest by at least five years, if not more, though she's trying desperately to look as though she's not. Her red hair is piled up haphazardly, tied back into a bun, and she frowns as she prods at her work. One of the other girls laughs, and though it likely wasn't at her expense, still Rosalind's head whips up, a wary sort of frown on her face.
Come bother her?]
tailorable) & Rosalind Lutece (originallutece)What: Memories!
When: Early April
[One moment strolling down on the planet, heading towards Olympia; the next Eggsy will find himself on a beautiful lawn. There's a college in the distance (Girton College, actually, if he's the sort to know his universities). It's empty, but the moment he takes a few steps forward it fills with students. They stroll in pairs, very nearly always women, chatting happily as they go on to their next class. A few sit outside, soaking in the sun, or read books and take notes. It's a typical college experience, despite the fact everyone's dressed a little . . . strangely, perhaps, might be the word.
Once he takes a few more steps forward, he suddenly finds himself in one of the buildings, strolling down a hallway. Physics Department, one sign reads, and it's a rather dusty laboratory he eventually finds himself in. There's only a few people there, but they're notable for two reasons. One, every single person, without fail, is a woman. And two, those strange outfits come into focus, revealing themselves to be highly archaic, all long skirts and sensible blouses.
And on the very end of the laboratory, sitting a ways away from everyone else, there's a girl. She's younger than the rest by at least five years, if not more, though she's trying desperately to look as though she's not. Her red hair is piled up haphazardly, tied back into a bun, and she frowns as she prods at her work. One of the other girls laughs, and though it likely wasn't at her expense, still Rosalind's head whips up, a wary sort of frown on her face.
Come bother her?]