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entrancelogs2016-02-18 11:55 am
interspatial) wrote in entrancelogs2016-02-18 11:55 am
Entry tags:
( open ) are you waiting for a miracle? are you waiting for a lightning bolt?
Who: Jane Foster (OPEN)
Where: Beach
When: 18-Feb, morning
Rating: PG
Summary: Come get zapped by Jane's auxiliary astrophotography equipment.
The Story:
Of the mysteries that abound within the confines of Wonderland, Jane finds the most frustrating one in this moment is also rather mundane.
She's layered in wool and leather in the elements that warn against prolonged exposure. Nearly every inch of her skin covered, save her hands. Jane moves, wandering even as her fingers do the same as they tap away on her newly-finished handheld scanner. To say the speed of her progress is both admirable and frustrating would be an understatement: building her own equipment from scratch has not been a walk in the park. But out here in the crisp air under a sky Jane has recently come to suspect is entirely fake, her perspective shifts.
Mystery of mysteries: why didn't she ask for fingerless gloves with mitten attachments?
Early for most, this is rather late for Jane. Breakfast is still a long way off, but the steaming thermos in her bag will hold her off for a time. She'd wandered along the beach, up far enough that the stakes she inserts every 15 meters or so shouldn't be affected by the water. So when her handheld alerts her to a short, there are only so many things to blame.
"Nerdanel..." She walks with a spring, though hardly enough to qualify as a jog. A speed-walk, if you will.
"Aredhel..." Counting as she goes--
"And Míriel. I knew naming you that was going to cause me trouble."
Jane crouches, hefting her bag from her shoulder into the cold sand beside her. It takes some work to get Míriel unstaked, wedging this way and that as she works. Her hands are red from the cold air, and starting to chap pretty spectacularly, but she's here. Might as well endure a little pain if it'll spare her the time later. Once out, Jane pulls the cap to expose the fine circuitry within; a knitted mess of wires. She stands, and as she continues fiddling, a spark arcs out, connecting to Aredhel 15 meters away in a fine line of lightning. Hardly enough to fry her, Jane lets out a high yelp as the buzz of the current grounds itself with the help of her boots.
Where: Beach
When: 18-Feb, morning
Rating: PG
Summary: Come get zapped by Jane's auxiliary astrophotography equipment.
The Story:
Of the mysteries that abound within the confines of Wonderland, Jane finds the most frustrating one in this moment is also rather mundane.
She's layered in wool and leather in the elements that warn against prolonged exposure. Nearly every inch of her skin covered, save her hands. Jane moves, wandering even as her fingers do the same as they tap away on her newly-finished handheld scanner. To say the speed of her progress is both admirable and frustrating would be an understatement: building her own equipment from scratch has not been a walk in the park. But out here in the crisp air under a sky Jane has recently come to suspect is entirely fake, her perspective shifts.
Mystery of mysteries: why didn't she ask for fingerless gloves with mitten attachments?
Early for most, this is rather late for Jane. Breakfast is still a long way off, but the steaming thermos in her bag will hold her off for a time. She'd wandered along the beach, up far enough that the stakes she inserts every 15 meters or so shouldn't be affected by the water. So when her handheld alerts her to a short, there are only so many things to blame.
"Nerdanel..." She walks with a spring, though hardly enough to qualify as a jog. A speed-walk, if you will.
"Aredhel..." Counting as she goes--
"And Míriel. I knew naming you that was going to cause me trouble."
Jane crouches, hefting her bag from her shoulder into the cold sand beside her. It takes some work to get Míriel unstaked, wedging this way and that as she works. Her hands are red from the cold air, and starting to chap pretty spectacularly, but she's here. Might as well endure a little pain if it'll spare her the time later. Once out, Jane pulls the cap to expose the fine circuitry within; a knitted mess of wires. She stands, and as she continues fiddling, a spark arcs out, connecting to Aredhel 15 meters away in a fine line of lightning. Hardly enough to fry her, Jane lets out a high yelp as the buzz of the current grounds itself with the help of her boots.