revivalproject | It's the Little Things

WHO: Celty Sturluson and you
WHERE: Temba Hangar, Twin Roses
WHAT: Spaceships...
WHEN: Mid-month
WARNINGS: N/A
NOTES: Will match pose pref

a. The overly glittery circumstances outside gave the Black Rider more than enough reason to prefer staying somewhere indoors more so than venture out. The snow had been much more preferable, and at least it didn't linger for long once you set foot inside. She looks distastefully at the trail that follows her and her motorcycle into the hangar. Well, that won't do.

b. Surely no one would think it strange for her to bring her motorcycle aboard the ship, nor so strange to bring it to the shower room to rinse off the offending sparkles. She doesn't expect anyone will complain since most seem to be enjoying the festivities outside. That's perfectly fine with her. They can wonder about the wet motorcycle that sits in the cargo bay if it comes to it. Celty meanwhile will enjoy a shower herself. As nice as the hotsprings are, the thought of having to drive back and forth through the glitter is less appealing.

c. Later on she sits in the cockpit, staring at the array of buttons and switches before her. It's even more disturbing that she knows what most of them do, now. Her fingers brush over the controls and the steering yoke before she eventually draws her hands back, shoulders hunching as she folds her arms. Could she really fly this thing? She still has some mixed feelings about it.

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Kaz had been likewise hiding out in either the Greenhouse or more often in the Hangar since he didn't much want to go out in the glitter rain at all. He noticed that the bike was leaving a trail of glitter behind it, too.

"You're gonna have to get used to that if you plan on riding that thing outside."

She didn't have a visible face to convey her annoyance, but the lift of her shoulders suggested she might have been scowling. Celty turned her helmeted head to look back towards the hangar's entryway before shaking it and coming closer to wherever Kaz was. She removed her tablet with a practiced gesture, quickly tapping out her reply.

[It can't last forever, can it? I have nowhere I need to be, but if I need to, then I'll deal with it.]

Kaz had both hands resting on top of his crow's head cane. He only glanced at the tablet screen in her hand once.

"If those vents on either side of your machine are meant to take in air, then that glitter may become more of a problem than you realize."

[Don't worry about it.]

It was obvious she wasn't. Her motorcycle had all the moving parts but it certainly didn't function like normal ones. The glitter was more of an irritation than a real hindrance. Not that she explained or felt she needed to.

"I'm not. But if you would let me find an engineer to recreate it, you wouldn't have to think about it becoming damaged in the first place."

Yes, Kaz was still wanting a copy of Celty's bike for himself. He didn't know that it wasn't like a regular motorcycle.

[It'll be fine.]

Celty shrugged off the suggestion. She did have to wonder that no one had tried to make some sort of transportation aside from the ships here, however. It was a much higher tech than she was used to, so it was strange that everyone still defaulted to walking.

[Are there no vehicles that could be repaired here? Or did the Agrii walk everywhere?]

"The only vehicle that didn't need an animal to pull it I've seen is the speeder and there aren't many of those."

In Ketterdam, horses were a luxury because the streets didn't allow for them, and everyone just used the canals to get around otherwise. Celty's bike is the first time Kaz had seen a single-person vehicle in use.

"If the Agrii did anything other than walk, they didn't leave it for us to find."

[They don't seem to have left a whole lot in general. Although that doesn't explain the ships. Did they have to be repaired?]

Her head turned towards the shuttles that were docked, still a strange sight to her. It was like entering some kind of strange museum or a movie set, and even now it was still difficult to really believe that they were functioning ships.

Kaz looked back at the ships and shrugged a little.

"Not since I've been here, but I can't say before that."

Kaz had only been in Temba for about a year though. He'd been on the ships when they took off, at least. Since most of Temba was strange to him, he didn't think of the ships as any stranger than the rest.

Celty continued to look thoughtfully at the ships at that. So much she wasn't sure of. Maybe she should ask about it at some point, although she wondered if it would make any difference. It didn't really solve the absence of public transportation within the city otherwise.

Shrugging, she started to resume walking her motorcycle towards the ships, trying to ignore the glitter that sparkled off of her wheels.

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