PSICOM's Lt. Claire Farron (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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concoursec2012-04-22 09:48 pm
subjected) wrote in concoursec2012-04-22 09:48 pm
road less traveled
Characters: Claire Farron (subjected) and Cid Raines (fallacies)
Location: Training center's secret area
When: Saturday night
Open/Closed/Finished: Closed
Summary: Claire and Cid are in the secret area and they do some talking, without trying to kill each other. Hopefully.
While the rest of Garden might have been busy partaking in a break from the weekly cycle of classes there, Claire's interest in both the festival of Holi and its finalizing 'paintball tournament' was nonexistent-- to the point where she found the idea of the latter rather repellent, actually. She couldn't help but wonder why anyone would want to do such a thing, never mind under authorization of the people in charge. Considering it was set up in such a way to be annoyingly devoid of opt-in/opt-out capabilities... did they want people having to spend days locked up in their rooms just to avoid it?
To make things worse, the late night air was beautifully crisp, sky flawless and devoid of clouds, speckled with stars made even brighter by the absence of the moon. It seemed a crime to stay inside when the conditions were so nice, when that put with the glowing ring of Garden's center structure was so reminiscent of another place and another time...
Perhaps the idea was to force people to lighten up enough to participate... but if so? Actually, the joke was on them- Claire was outside, alone like always as she leaned against the rail of the training center's secret balcony. However, for once it had little to do with most knowing she generally wanted the place to herself... and everything to do with the shimmering, not quite invisible barrier starting right at the area's entrance.
... She really didn't want to deal with cadets at the moment, and knowing her reputation, she felt totally justified in taking magical measures to keep those with any funny ideas away. Ruining her clothes because she was once too strict with some random student wasn't currently on her list of things to do and probably never would be.
subjected) and Cid Raines (fallacies)Location: Training center's secret area
When: Saturday night
Open/Closed/Finished: Closed
Summary: Claire and Cid are in the secret area and they do some talking, without trying to kill each other. Hopefully.
While the rest of Garden might have been busy partaking in a break from the weekly cycle of classes there, Claire's interest in both the festival of Holi and its finalizing 'paintball tournament' was nonexistent-- to the point where she found the idea of the latter rather repellent, actually. She couldn't help but wonder why anyone would want to do such a thing, never mind under authorization of the people in charge. Considering it was set up in such a way to be annoyingly devoid of opt-in/opt-out capabilities... did they want people having to spend days locked up in their rooms just to avoid it?
To make things worse, the late night air was beautifully crisp, sky flawless and devoid of clouds, speckled with stars made even brighter by the absence of the moon. It seemed a crime to stay inside when the conditions were so nice, when that put with the glowing ring of Garden's center structure was so reminiscent of another place and another time...
Perhaps the idea was to force people to lighten up enough to participate... but if so? Actually, the joke was on them- Claire was outside, alone like always as she leaned against the rail of the training center's secret balcony. However, for once it had little to do with most knowing she generally wanted the place to herself... and everything to do with the shimmering, not quite invisible barrier starting right at the area's entrance.
... She really didn't want to deal with cadets at the moment, and knowing her reputation, she felt totally justified in taking magical measures to keep those with any funny ideas away. Ruining her clothes because she was once too strict with some random student wasn't currently on her list of things to do and probably never would be.