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[forgetyourusedtobe]

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[Elena likes to spends her time surrounded by nature. She's been on the Barge for a while now, but the cold metals of most of the Barge is unsettling to her and she'd much rather spend time surrounded by green. So, she's taken herself to the CES. She still finds it so fascinating that it's able to create a fake world like this that seems so real without the assistance of magic, but she doesn't bother trying to pick it apart and instead simply enjoy what's there.]

[Elena has spread out a blanket and a few pillows where she is seated. She's brought food and drink with her as well. She's settled herself down beside a quiet brook in the middle of the woods. She feels right at home here. Elena is smiling when the communicator is turned on. She's using magic to hold it away from herself. It still feels strange being able to use it so openly, but you won't hear any complaints from her.]

If anyone should like to join me in the CES for a picnic, you are welcome to. I've brought enough to share.

((ooc: all responses will from from persanguinem. elena is a witch a la merlin. she was orphaned as a baby and raised by a noble family. she's since faked her death after she learned she could do magic to spare her family the shame.))

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[versusnurture]

A picnic?

[Abigail is suspicious. This does not seem like part of the standard test.]

[persanguinem]

Yes. The food isn't anything particularly special, I'm afraid. But good company might make up for that?

[versusnurture]

But why are you having a picnic?

[persanguinem]

I wanted to spend some time outside. [She shakes her head a little.] Nothing special beyond that.

[versusnurture]

. . . You should be somewhere with a better vantage point.

[persanguinem]

A better vantage point for what?

[notsoneedy]

[Needy really isn't sure what to make of Lady Elena. She seems nice, sure, but she's open about her magic in a way that's alarming, considering the Troubled are persecuted and ostracized in a way in her world not unlike that in Elena's own.

Still, nerves aside, she misses greenery too. She misses...relaxing. And feeling normal. Or, being able to pretend, anyway.]

Who else do you think is coming?

[persanguinem]

I'm not sure. I suppose more of the wardens will come than inmates.

[She says this without judgment, however. Elena has spent much of her life being afraid of what she is and fearing how others will react to it that she doesn't put much stock into the idea that all inmates are really that bad. Some just need direction. Guidance.]

[notsoneedy]

[Needy sort of resents being told she needs 'guidance', out loud or otherwise. She's more weakwilled now, not quite having the full test of fire she had otherwise, but she still feels what she did was unavoidable.

But it's not so much the wardens she's afraid of, here.]

That's...I mean...I might come. Maybe.

[persanguinem]

I hope that you will. I know it's only... [She pauses a moment, trying to remember the words that were taught to her when she first arrived.] ...computer-generated, but it's still a lovely day outside. Quiet.

[notsoneedy]

Quiet? Quiet is good. I like quiet.

[persanguinem]

Then I hope you will join me in the CES.

[notsoneedy]

I will, in a bit. Maybe. Probably, but...don't wait up for me, I guess.

spam.

[lastrat]

[Ugh, witches. It's not that he hates them on sight, he just doesn't really care to have metaphorical needles jammed into his brain.

So, realistically, he should just leave. Logically. Intelligently.

Of course he strolls up and sits himself down on her picnic blanket instead. At least his smirk is only sort of patronizing.]

A picnic. Really. When you sing, do little animals come to clean up after you?

spam.

[persanguinem]

[Elena generally tries to get along with everyone around her, even the more surly types. But there's something about the vampire that gets under her skin and he seems to know it. She folds her hands neatly in her lap, spine straight and posture perfectly. She looks every bit the lady she was raised to be.]

[It's not a brave face. It's not even a show of being superior to him. But it is a reminder that he will not bully her or whatever it is he intends on doing it.]

Why call animals when there's already one here?

[She sees no reason to be kind to him if he cannot show her the same courtesy.]

spam.

[lastrat]

Har har. [He slaps his knee, leaning to the side on one hand.]

I'm almost insulted. I might be, if I bothered with that sort of thing.

[He makes a vague gestured at his head: Bond has made it no secret that he doesn't bother with such useless things as feelings.]

Don't suppose you brought anything tasty.

[Though he's no particular fan of blood bags.]

spam.

[persanguinem]

Forgive me, but I didn't see any reason for you to come, [she replies, stiffly. She glances at his daylight ring briefly.] It's not as though you and I are friends.

spam.

[lastrat]

[He catches her eyes, lifts his hand to waggle his fingers. It's a simple band, silver, no inscription. It could easily be any ring from Tiffany's (because his taste is unquestionable), but he knows it was an engagement ring before it was a daylight ring. Vesper made it for him, not long before she killed herself.

Seeing in it catches on thoughts at the back of his mind, but his switch is carefully turned to off. He lets his hand drop again, and grins.]

What? We're not?

Now I am properly hurt.

spam.

[persanguinem]

[Elena sighs (a little exasperated), looking away from him. He's frustrating and tiring to deal with on a good day and it seems as though he might perhaps be eager to move into a bad day territory. Or maybe Elena is ready to get there already. It's hard to tell sometimes.]

[She looks at him again.]

What do you want? I can't imagine you'd actually want to spend time with me much less any time outdoors where there isn't that disgusting drink you indulge in.

[semifreakingnormal]

Can't remember the last time I went on a picnic. [City boy that he is, after all. He smiles a little, definitely remembering that one time in Central Park.]

You sure I can't bring anything? My mother always taught me not to show up empty handed.

[persanguinem]

[Elena laughs a little.]

Well, if it pleases you to, I won't refuse.

[semifreakingnormal]

I'll see if I can find an apple pie then, Miss.

[persanguinem]

Is that popular where you are from?

[semifreakingnormal]

It's the most American thing there is, next to baseball. You've never had?

[persanguinem]

No, I haven't had the pleasure.

[She's assuming pleasure anyway. Unless he has very weird and different tastes then she'll at least pretend to like it in order to spare his feelings because this is clearly important to him.]