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[forgetyourusedtobe]

video - ces.

[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.))

Comments

[versusnurture]

A picnic?

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

[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?

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?

[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.