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reverielogs2018-07-21 12:31 pm
morphogenia) wrote in reverielogs2018-07-21 12:31 pm
open + closed starters | she doesn't know
» WHO? Kamala Khan, Alex Kamal, and Frank Castle plus whoever wants to swim!
» WHEN? Now aka 7/21
» WHERE? Mess Hall, Pool, and Deck Six, Room 18.
» WHAT? Kamala starts finding stuff from home, shenanigans ensue! Open portion is for swimming with her new suit.
» WARNINGS? None
closed to Frank Castle | Deck 6, Room 18
[It starts off as a typical morning in the life of Kamala Khan. She gets up, laments that her hair is once again a mess, and heads to the bathroom to get her day going. Today is different because two outfits she knows didn't have before are now sitting on the floor of her shower. Kamala is seriously creeped out. She goes to wash her face in the sink and hopefully her fear while she's at it when she finds her laptop. Her beautiful laptop that she has missed every day. In the sink. Where water can destroy it.
Kamala screams.] NONONONONO! [She rushes to pull it out as carefully as she can and hits the on button.] Please don't be dead! Please don't be dead! This can't be happening!! [She's just going to scream again out of sheer frustration because wtf creepy space station?!]
closed to Alex Kamal | Mess Hall
[After giving herself and Frank a heart attack, she heads into the Mess Hall for a late breakfast. She's feeling better. She now has enough outfits to start a rotation for the week. It helps her feel less like a prisoner and more like herself. You know what could make that great mood crash? Spotting her purse while starting to punch buttons into the replicators. That's no trick. It's black, leather, and has the signature yellow lightning bolt she adores so much hanging off the back of a chair like it's up for grabs. Yeah she's gonna scream again. At least there's someone close by who can help. Again.]
Alex! Don't let anyone else grab that! It's mine! [She's just gonna drop her tray and run for it in case Alex doesn't immediately drop everything to rescue her purse from some random person!!]
open | Pool
[At this point, she's just rolling with the punches. She finds a burkini at the edge of the pool in her size and just shakes her head. Unless there's another tiny Muslim girl here, it's definitely hers. In fact, Kamala could swear that is one of the ones her mom looked at with her at the store before Kamala got embarrassed about wearing a modest swimsuit like some weirdo. God she was such a jerk to her mom that day. All that poor woman wanted to do was buy her daughter a proper swimsuit so that creepy old men wouldn't gawk at her rapidly growing daughter. She wants to take it back more than anything.
She finds a place to change, ties back her hair into a practical ponytail and jumps in. The hood is staying off for now even if it's kind of a distraction as it trails behind her.]
» WHEN? Now aka 7/21
» WHERE? Mess Hall, Pool, and Deck Six, Room 18.
» WHAT? Kamala starts finding stuff from home, shenanigans ensue! Open portion is for swimming with her new suit.
» WARNINGS? None
closed to Frank Castle | Deck 6, Room 18
[It starts off as a typical morning in the life of Kamala Khan. She gets up, laments that her hair is once again a mess, and heads to the bathroom to get her day going. Today is different because two outfits she knows didn't have before are now sitting on the floor of her shower. Kamala is seriously creeped out. She goes to wash her face in the sink and hopefully her fear while she's at it when she finds her laptop. Her beautiful laptop that she has missed every day. In the sink. Where water can destroy it.
Kamala screams.] NONONONONO! [She rushes to pull it out as carefully as she can and hits the on button.] Please don't be dead! Please don't be dead! This can't be happening!! [She's just going to scream again out of sheer frustration because wtf creepy space station?!]
closed to Alex Kamal | Mess Hall
[After giving herself and Frank a heart attack, she heads into the Mess Hall for a late breakfast. She's feeling better. She now has enough outfits to start a rotation for the week. It helps her feel less like a prisoner and more like herself. You know what could make that great mood crash? Spotting her purse while starting to punch buttons into the replicators. That's no trick. It's black, leather, and has the signature yellow lightning bolt she adores so much hanging off the back of a chair like it's up for grabs. Yeah she's gonna scream again. At least there's someone close by who can help. Again.]
Alex! Don't let anyone else grab that! It's mine! [She's just gonna drop her tray and run for it in case Alex doesn't immediately drop everything to rescue her purse from some random person!!]
open | Pool
[At this point, she's just rolling with the punches. She finds a burkini at the edge of the pool in her size and just shakes her head. Unless there's another tiny Muslim girl here, it's definitely hers. In fact, Kamala could swear that is one of the ones her mom looked at with her at the store before Kamala got embarrassed about wearing a modest swimsuit like some weirdo. God she was such a jerk to her mom that day. All that poor woman wanted to do was buy her daughter a proper swimsuit so that creepy old men wouldn't gawk at her rapidly growing daughter. She wants to take it back more than anything.
She finds a place to change, ties back her hair into a practical ponytail and jumps in. The hood is staying off for now even if it's kind of a distraction as it trails behind her.]
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And now he's talking to her. She resists the urge to be petty and just answers like she normally would while treading water. No, she's not tired yet. Benefits of being a teenager? "Yeah! Totally weird, right? I didn't think people would swim in space."
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