ASH3 - various [ There's so much going on throughout the day. It's a gorgeous one out, bright and sunny. The sun warms her skin and the sand is hot underneath her feet. This beach beats any she's ever been to, including all the sand Yemen had to offer. Ugh, Yemen.
Elena's first stop with the card of unlimited credits is to grab herself a camera, nothing too expensive but a good one that hangs at her neck on a strap. She's been going around snapping pictures of all kinds of foliage, scenery, including the people standing in front of them for a backdrop. She'd unknowingly snapped a picture of Nate while he stood in the distance with his head bowed down over his notebook while furiously sketching. A sight she never thought she'd get to see again after losing him at Yemen, and the spotting had felt more of a delusion than anything when she couldn't find him in the directory earlier at the medbay.
Yeah, seeing things was probably a thing. Maybe it was like a space sickness. Or rather— homesick.
But enough of that Fool of a Took! Is there anyone who doesn't appreciate having their picture taken by a stranger? Elena's got experience in building photography portfolios, though it isn't like she'll be able to put it to use in the ship for anything. Hopefully she isn't offending anyone when she points her viewfinder in the direction of whoever is closest. Be it Transformer or alien or anyone, they don't need to be specific. ]
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[ Collecting seashells is an activity to kill time with, crouching about in ankle deep water that's as clear as ever. She's fishing under the surface, fingers digging far into the sand for whatever she'd spotted that was sticking out. It takes some effort to tug the damn thing free, and when she does, Elena loses her footing and drops into the water on her ass.
Good thing she's got a bikini on under the jean short shorts. Another good thing is that the water isn't that high to get her camera damaged. Phew!
But looking over to her fellow seashell digger, she's holding the watery and sandy shell up that's bigger than her hand and jagged toward the tip, a grin on her face.
She feels like Dr. Ellie Sattler from Jurassic Park who's just made the most fascinating discovery with a fossil. Who cares if it's just a stupid seashell. Humor her. ]
This is pretty amazing— have you ever seen something like this?
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[ Rock climbing, it's a great way to relieve stress. Especially when she tells the shirtless built man who's manning the giant, sloping wall towering so high up that she's got this and doesn't need the rope or support equipment. He almost doesn't believe that this tiny woman did this for a living for a while in her younger years. What better way to overcome stress than to get the rush of adrenaline going? He doesn't argue it and stands back to watch, curious.
Wearing proper, sturdy shoes, a sports bra and shorts, her hair loosely tied up, Elena's looking for the right foothold and edge for her fingers to grasp, beginning her climb. Every wall she's ever climbed with Nate, it was craggy, it was dangerous. They never knew which chunk would break away under their weight and send them plummeting to their deaths into a rocky sea or jungle where no one would find their corpses.
Whatever. She's going to be a Climbing Instructor for whoever wants to sign up, it's probably for the best that she get back into the swing of it before her first lesson seeing as it's been some time since her last full adventure with the men. ]
BF3 - buying things/ship things
I almost wish we'd had something as simple as this back home...
[ She must be talking to herself as she's standing in front of the screen and scrolling through the clothing options. They've got some interesting options to choose from, and of course the more basic choices that she's more used to. Three-quarter length sleeve Henleys, khakis, v-necks, button downs, socks and underwear. Comfortable clothing.
Elena won't feel guilty with swiping her card through to pay for everything she's picked out. All she has available to her are the clothes on her back that she'd arrived with. She needs something more for lounging around in when she's in her shared quarters.
Hopefully anyone passing by won't notice the price tag that's come with all of the purchases. That would be a little embarrassing. On top of that, Elena's going to be buying fresh bed sheets and more pillows for her bunk, a few little trinkets to add for decoration that she's hoping the people she shares Nomo #011 with won't mind too much. Some new furniture that come with throw pillows and a blanket for the Nomo Deck that she hopes Thán won't disapprove of as she's tried to match it to his tastes he's shaped Nomo Deck with.
That's just some of the things she buys and gets delivered to the ship. There's much more. Practical living things, things of comfort. ]
CLF5 - gold face/mud bath [ What girl wouldn't want to treat herself to either the gold mask or the mud bath? And if the rejuvenating mask does as it says it's supposed to? Well. Elena won't pass up the opportunity to look ten years younger. Even if it is temporary and will fade over time. Nothing lasts forever, right?
She's happy to see she's not alone in indulging in either of these things, glancing over as her face is painted in shimmering gold, up to her chin in mud. Mud that makes it difficult for her to move. ]
Makes me wonder if we'll even recognize ourselves when we get cleaned up. If it works as they say it does.
Elena Fisher | Uncharted | Very Open w/ lots of options...
[ There's so much going on throughout the day. It's a gorgeous one out, bright and sunny. The sun warms her skin and the sand is hot underneath her feet. This beach beats any she's ever been to, including all the sand Yemen had to offer. Ugh, Yemen.
Elena's first stop with the card of unlimited credits is to grab herself a camera, nothing too expensive but a good one that hangs at her neck on a strap. She's been going around snapping pictures of all kinds of foliage, scenery, including the people standing in front of them for a backdrop. She'd unknowingly snapped a picture of Nate while he stood in the distance with his head bowed down over his notebook while furiously sketching. A sight she never thought she'd get to see again after losing him at Yemen, and the spotting had felt more of a delusion than anything when she couldn't find him in the directory earlier at the medbay.
Yeah, seeing things was probably a thing. Maybe it was like a space sickness. Or rather— homesick.
But enough of that Fool of a Took! Is there anyone who doesn't appreciate having their picture taken by a stranger? Elena's got experience in building photography portfolios, though it isn't like she'll be able to put it to use in the ship for anything. Hopefully she isn't offending anyone when she points her viewfinder in the direction of whoever is closest. Be it Transformer or alien or anyone, they don't need to be specific. ]
--
[ Collecting seashells is an activity to kill time with, crouching about in ankle deep water that's as clear as ever. She's fishing under the surface, fingers digging far into the sand for whatever she'd spotted that was sticking out. It takes some effort to tug the damn thing free, and when she does, Elena loses her footing and drops into the water on her ass.
Good thing she's got a bikini on under the jean short shorts. Another good thing is that the water isn't that high to get her camera damaged. Phew!
But looking over to her fellow seashell digger, she's holding the watery and sandy shell up that's bigger than her hand and jagged toward the tip, a grin on her face.
She feels like Dr. Ellie Sattler from Jurassic Park who's just made the most fascinating discovery with a fossil. Who cares if it's just a stupid seashell. Humor her. ]
This is pretty amazing— have you ever seen something like this?
--
[ Rock climbing, it's a great way to relieve stress. Especially when she tells the shirtless built man who's manning the giant, sloping wall towering so high up that she's got this and doesn't need the rope or support equipment. He almost doesn't believe that this tiny woman did this for a living for a while in her younger years. What better way to overcome stress than to get the rush of adrenaline going? He doesn't argue it and stands back to watch, curious.
Wearing proper, sturdy shoes, a sports bra and shorts, her hair loosely tied up, Elena's looking for the right foothold and edge for her fingers to grasp, beginning her climb. Every wall she's ever climbed with Nate, it was craggy, it was dangerous. They never knew which chunk would break away under their weight and send them plummeting to their deaths into a rocky sea or jungle where no one would find their corpses.
Whatever. She's going to be a Climbing Instructor for whoever wants to sign up, it's probably for the best that she get back into the swing of it before her first lesson seeing as it's been some time since her last full adventure with the men. ]
BF3 - buying things/ship things
I almost wish we'd had something as simple as this back home...
[ She must be talking to herself as she's standing in front of the screen and scrolling through the clothing options. They've got some interesting options to choose from, and of course the more basic choices that she's more used to. Three-quarter length sleeve Henleys, khakis, v-necks, button downs, socks and underwear. Comfortable clothing.
Elena won't feel guilty with swiping her card through to pay for everything she's picked out. All she has available to her are the clothes on her back that she'd arrived with. She needs something more for lounging around in when she's in her shared quarters.
Hopefully anyone passing by won't notice the price tag that's come with all of the purchases. That would be a little embarrassing. On top of that, Elena's going to be buying fresh bed sheets and more pillows for her bunk, a few little trinkets to add for decoration that she's hoping the people she shares Nomo #011 with won't mind too much. Some new furniture that come with throw pillows and a blanket for the Nomo Deck that she hopes Thán won't disapprove of as she's tried to match it to his tastes he's shaped Nomo Deck with.
That's just some of the things she buys and gets delivered to the ship. There's much more. Practical living things, things of comfort. ]
CLF5 - gold face/mud bath
[ What girl wouldn't want to treat herself to either the gold mask or the mud bath? And if the rejuvenating mask does as it says it's supposed to? Well. Elena won't pass up the opportunity to look ten years younger. Even if it is temporary and will fade over time. Nothing lasts forever, right?
She's happy to see she's not alone in indulging in either of these things, glancing over as her face is painted in shimmering gold, up to her chin in mud. Mud that makes it difficult for her to move. ]
Makes me wonder if we'll even recognize ourselves when we get cleaned up. If it works as they say it does.