[ Aeryn has been trying to wrap her head around this. All of it. Being on this planet? Being human especially, which feels...different. Warmer, for one thing; she keeps noticing that she's sweating but none of the other effects of heat sickness, so. That's.
It's weird, is what it is.
She's in the kitchen in the safehouse, standing next to the sink, with a glass of water between her hands. When someone comes in through the door, she takes a sip before clearing her throat. ] Are you from here?
[ A beat, and then. ] Not this city, or this...time, but this planet? Erp?
Have you always been human is my question.
[ Weird ask, but. ]
→ b. network | username: aeryn.sun
I'm looking for combatants. People who are used to fighting. For sparring.
[ Short, sweet, and to the point. ]
→ c. Food trucks
[ Someone is completely nonplussed by the idea of eating bugs, and it's this brunette right here. She does ask the food truck vendors a million questions about seasonings and ingredients and savory versus sweet versus umami (in not so many words) and tries every single spice, every sauce available. ]
That one's good, [ she says over the shoulder of someone who's clearly been vacillating between trucks, pointing with a pair of chopsticks. ] If you like things that are sweet.
→ d. fight club
[ How Aeryn finds out about the underground fight club is unclear, but what is? She's wiping the floor with her competitor. She doesn't even seem concerned about it, taking the first one against her down in a few moves, and the second in five moves more than that. One more fight and she's done for the night, unwilling to push things too far in her unfamiliar and new limitations, but training has gotten her far and she'll stay around to have some water, a drink, and walk back outside alone.
She's probably gonna get jumped. ]
→ e. wildcard
[ come at me with a starter of your own! feel free to have her be anywhere; Aeryn will explore. ]
aeryn sun | farscape | c/p'd from the prior tdm
[ Aeryn has been trying to wrap her head around this. All of it. Being on this planet? Being human especially, which feels...different. Warmer, for one thing; she keeps noticing that she's sweating but none of the other effects of heat sickness, so. That's.
It's weird, is what it is.
She's in the kitchen in the safehouse, standing next to the sink, with a glass of water between her hands. When someone comes in through the door, she takes a sip before clearing her throat. ] Are you from here?
[ A beat, and then. ] Not this city, or this...time, but this planet? Erp?
Have you always been human is my question.
[ Weird ask, but. ]
→ b. network | username: aeryn.sun
I'm looking for combatants. People who are used to fighting. For sparring.
[ Short, sweet, and to the point. ]
→ c. Food trucks
[ Someone is completely nonplussed by the idea of eating bugs, and it's this brunette right here. She does ask the food truck vendors a million questions about seasonings and ingredients and savory versus sweet versus umami (in not so many words) and tries every single spice, every sauce available. ]
That one's good, [ she says over the shoulder of someone who's clearly been vacillating between trucks, pointing with a pair of chopsticks. ] If you like things that are sweet.
→ d. fight club
[ How Aeryn finds out about the underground fight club is unclear, but what is? She's wiping the floor with her competitor. She doesn't even seem concerned about it, taking the first one against her down in a few moves, and the second in five moves more than that. One more fight and she's done for the night, unwilling to push things too far in her unfamiliar and new limitations, but training has gotten her far and she'll stay around to have some water, a drink, and walk back outside alone.
She's probably gonna get jumped. ]
→ e. wildcard
[ come at me with a starter of your own! feel free to have her be anywhere; Aeryn will explore. ]