Test Drive Meme #1

[proximods]

The sun is shining and the weather is nice and toasty. Overly toasty one might argue, even. It's a great day to be laying around at the beach, so it's a good thing that that's where you've found yourself today, whether you'd made plans to be there or not. Bathing suit and sunscreen ready, you're going to get your tanning time on.

But with heat comes the expected side effects for a place like Proxima Gamma. While the cool water can sometimes slow the effects, the heated beaches and freshly popped flowers seem to have made getting close to someone else just seem like a really great idea. You can try to fight off the side effects much as you want, but the scientists like to believe everyone has a breaking point.

Comments

[brandedrose]

Not long.

[It's a very noncommittal answer. It hadn't been for ages, at least, but she won't reveal more than that.]

Bark on those trees aren't kind to blades, just as a heads up. Be a shame to dull that axe so soon.

[imnotmean]

Trees back home aren't exactly kind to them either. Don't worry, I know a good blacksmith.

[She didn't think the other woman was a threat, but it was still best to be cautious.]

[brandedrose]

Here, on the island? Wow. Didn't think there'd be any around here.

[That's rather surprising, given the kind of technology found here. Blacksmithing was not a trade she expected to be in demand around here. Unless this girl met someone who's a blacksmith that was brought here...]

[imnotmean]

[She shrugged her shoulders a bit, tossing her braid down her back.]

Eh, I brought him with me. He's handy enough to keep around.

[brandedrose]

[That answers that question.]

Then you're lucky he came along. Hopefully he'll find a good forge here. Carry on.

[She's going to just lean up against a tree, one leg crossed over the other. It had never been her intention to disturb Astrid from her swings.]

[imnotmean]

If he can't find one, he'll make one.

[Looking back at the tree, she wasn't sure whether or not to continue in front of another person.]

I'll take the tree down at this rate.

[brandedrose]

[All this talk is making her miss her weapons shop. A lot. But she keeps that to herself.]

It'd take a while, but I'm sure the tree would appreciate you not repeatedly embedding your axe into it.

[imnotmean]

[Yanking her axe out of the trunk, she looked at the deep groove where she had repeatedly struck it.]

Where I come from, it'd be worth it for the wood. Weapon practice and then firewood, or building materials.

[brandedrose]

And where exactly do you come from?

[imnotmean]

The archipelago. [Which doesn't explain so much, but it's what she's always called.] Small island called Berk.