[Open] chillin and killin

[summerfae]

WHO: Resa and you??
WHAT: Working hard or hardly working
WHEN: Now
WHERE: The Gallows
NOTES: None.

1.) Training

It has, by this point, come to Resa's attention that, perhaps, she should be at least a little more able when it comes to defending herself. And after all of the Rifter Bullshit™ that's been going down, she's more sure than ever that it's wiser to keep any magical abilities to herself. Which means that she's going to have to learn how to use some kind of weapon.

It makes sense, but is harder than she'd expected in practice.

In the training area, she eyes the available practice weapons, reaches for a sword, then winces before actually touching it, like there was something about the sword she found physically repellant. Fucking iron. Steel was better, but only barely, not enough to touch it. A bow manages to be able to be held, but her attempt to fire an arrow ends with the arrow cluttering sadly to the ground.

"I miss guns.” She mumbles, cranky and suddenly worried that she's well and truly fucked regarding her ability to kill things.

2.) Important tanning work

Resa has, technically, signed up for diplomacy, but with all the nonsense going down, has yet to find any work that truly interests her.

Which, naturally, means she has yet to do any true work. And while she can fake productivity with the best of them, the day is far too nice to put forth such effort.

Instead, she finds a lovely patch of sun in the courtyard, lays out a blanket and pillows, fetches herself a lemonade with a little umbrella in it, and promptly begins lounging. After, of course, putting lotion on. It's not sunscreen, but whatever. Close enough.

After all, surely she's earned a self care day.

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[summerfae]

Resa has no room to be looking down on other people's fashion choices, considering the kind of outfits she used to wear back home. But that isn't going to actually stop her from doing it, and with eyes hidden behind sunglasses, she gives a scrutinizing once over to Myira, before popping them up to flash the other woman a cheerful smile, and give a quick wave--using the hand that features her very own rift shard.

Another rifter, or just one of the natives unfortunate enough to get stuck with one? It's not something obvious to Resa just yet, though it's usually something she can figure out with enough exposure.

"It is lovely. So nice not to have to deal with smog and pollution blocking the sun, here." She hums contemplatively, sliding the sunglasses back down. "It's almost worth no one knowing what electricity is."

[notacrow]

Myira props her chin in one hand as she rolls onto her stomach to look at Resa with open curiosity. Her head tilts a little to one side and she smiles brightly, practically beaming.

"No clouds today, though they're nice to have around too sometimes," she says airily, then purses her lips. "Umm... Speakin' of that, what's electricity?" She's a bird, Resa. Sorry.

[summerfae]

Resa shrugs off the question. No one around here seems to know what electricity is, save people from Earth—were there old timey Earth people? How would she even be able to tell the difference? Ah well, nothing for her to worry about.

“It’s a thing we have on my world. Don’t worry about it.” They’ll all be quite dead and gone by the time Thedas gets around it it, if it ever does. “The point is that no one knows what it is, after all. The real important question is...” And here she leans forward, eyes flickering over the other woman. “...Have the people here provided you with proper clothes? If they haven’t, I’ll have words with them for you. I can be very convincing.”

[notacrow]

"Oh, okay!" Myira happily accepts that answer. If she doesn't have to worry about it, she doesn't have to worry about it. That's fine with her. She stifles a yawn and looks down at her clothes for a moment, blinking.

"...This is what they gave me, I guess? I dunno, I never had stuff like this before. Am I supposed to have more?"