[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/qFC355N.png?2[/img][/center][hr][hr][right][sub][color=1a7b30][b]Location:[/b] Outside the Storage Room @ The Crows' Nest[/color]     [color=A9A9A9]//[/color]     [color=007236][b]Date:[/b] February 23, 2057[/color]     [color=A9A9A9]//[/color]     [color=00746b][b]Time:[/b] 09:47[/color]     [color=A9A9A9]//[/color]     [color=0076a3][b]Interactions:[/b] Vincent, (Ionna, Dallas)[/color][/sub][/right][hr][hr]
Lysandra had noticed a great many things over the past couple of minutes: the cheerfulness of Akaia even with that 'soup' to eat, the way that Dallas marshaled the others, how strong Ionna was and how... very [i]truly [/i]childlike. Then Vincent was smiling at her and she was arching an eyebrow: not hostile but also less-than-won-over. She was about to move on when she noticed him freeze. It would've been comical were he not carrying her solar panel charger, extra headset, and spare batteries in the crate under his arm and also were his face not genuinely terrified.

It was a spider.

Lys stopped, turned, and rolled right up to it. [color=7FFFD4]"Oh [i]nooo[/i],"[/color] she chirped in something like the 'baby voice', [color=7FFFD4]"my little eight-legged friend: this is [i]certainly [/i]not the place for you. Tsk tsk."[/color] She reached up with one hand, delicately holding a finger out, and let the scared little arachnid settle gently onto it. She'd always had a soft spot for spiders, ever since she was a girl, and perhaps that was why so many of her creations superficially resembled them.

The critter clung there to her fingertip and Lysandra was glad that she had mastered the art of one-handed wheeling. She shifted her body weight, leaned judiciously, and rolled over to the edge of the garden. [color=7FFFD4]"Here you go, little miss or mister."[/color] She rested her finger gently on a broad, rough-skinned leaf and the eight-legged friend scampered off with a bit of coaxing. Lys brought her hands back to her wheels, turned, and rejoined the group. [color=7FFFD4]"You okay?"[/color] she asked Vincent, eyes darting pointedly to her crate of valuables. [color=7FFFD4]"I can take that if you need a moment."[/color] She patted her lap. [color=7FFFD4]"Got a spot right here."[/color] Lys didn't mock him, fun as that would've been. To be honest, she wasn't quite sure [i]why[/i] she was being so nice or what had come over her. Was this how Cerise felt every moment of every day? It was one helluva drug...

She blinked and regarded the others. A couple had turned her way. [color=7FFFD4]"What are you looking at, [i]galoots[/i]!? Don't you have a van to be loading?"[/color]
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