["A relaxing trip to the garden," they'd said. Ought to help relieve the stress of coming out of stasis, they'd said... Well, it damned well isn't. It's all alien plant life and bright spots and streaks of color in what could otherwise be a perfectly lovely nighttime atmosphere, the contrast between the two so stark that her eyes can't seem to adjust. As a result, she's less steady on her feet than she would ordinarily be as she picks her way through the garden, staggering a bit and-- almost-- bumping into the person beside her. Looking over at her almost-victim with wide, apologetic eyes, the little blonde is quick to try and pardon herself, all but falling all over herself to try and make amends for her uncharacteristic clumsiness.]
Oh-- I'm so sorry! I didn't realize I was so close... It's just this garden, I can't see a damned thing...
[Not only that, of course; given how heavily she relies on scent at the best of times, Rowan's been making her way along the path trying to use her nose as a more reliable guide than her eyes are proving to be... And so, as a result, she's taken in a truly staggering amount of the unfamiliar Nykt Blossom pollen. Which means, poor soul, you're about to be stuck with an unusually affectionate werewolf on your hands. Literally, if you're not careful.
Grinning over at the individual beside her, Rowan uses one hand to absentmindedly brush a thick tumble of blonde curls back from her face before continuing.]
Good thing we're not out here all alone, right? Hell, you could wind up lost out here all night if you're not careful, really...
WELCOME TO ZHAUTAS!: I
[Once the effects of that strange pollen have worn off-- Or at least lessened enough that she's not quite so desperately interested in all the new people milling around nearby, anyway-- Rowan finds her way to the makeshift sleeping quarters and tries to square away a spot for herself. Sleeping in shared quarters isn't anything new for her, even shared quarters with total strangers-- but that doesn't mean she's necessarily any more comfortable with it than they are. At first glance, one might assume her unease to be the sort borne of common sense; she's a small woman, petite-framed but curvaceous, and by all appearances an easy target if one were so inclined.
Appearances, thankfully, can be deceiving.
Dissatisfied with her current proximity to someone with a rather loud snoring problem, the delicate-looking little woman gets wearily to her feet... and then, apparently entirely effortlessly, hauls her mattress up one-handed and carries it a little further away. Once she's satisfied that she won't be disturbed too much more by her neighbor's sleep apnea, she begins collecting bedding. Reaching over for a couple of pillows that seem to have tumbled loose from somebody else's pile, she gives the nearest person an inquisitive look while holding one up demonstratively.]
Excuse me-- Is this one yours, or a spare? I don't want to take any if you've already claimed them, but...
[But, well... People just keep filing in, and space is filling up fast. She's got to try and get at least one or two before everybody else does.]
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GIP-U202 // "ROWAN" | 23
I... Well, I've always been more of a morning person, but it's really all about finding the right motivation, don't you think?
GIP-U202 / "Rowan" // Original Character // OTA
["A relaxing trip to the garden," they'd said. Ought to help relieve the stress of coming out of stasis, they'd said... Well, it damned well isn't. It's all alien plant life and bright spots and streaks of color in what could otherwise be a perfectly lovely nighttime atmosphere, the contrast between the two so stark that her eyes can't seem to adjust. As a result, she's less steady on her feet than she would ordinarily be as she picks her way through the garden, staggering a bit and-- almost-- bumping into the person beside her. Looking over at her almost-victim with wide, apologetic eyes, the little blonde is quick to try and pardon herself, all but falling all over herself to try and make amends for her uncharacteristic clumsiness.]
Oh-- I'm so sorry! I didn't realize I was so close... It's just this garden, I can't see a damned thing...
[Not only that, of course; given how heavily she relies on scent at the best of times, Rowan's been making her way along the path trying to use her nose as a more reliable guide than her eyes are proving to be... And so, as a result, she's taken in a truly staggering amount of the unfamiliar Nykt Blossom pollen. Which means, poor soul, you're about to be stuck with an unusually affectionate werewolf on your hands. Literally, if you're not careful.
Grinning over at the individual beside her, Rowan uses one hand to absentmindedly brush a thick tumble of blonde curls back from her face before continuing.]
Good thing we're not out here all alone, right? Hell, you could wind up lost out here all night if you're not careful, really...
WELCOME TO ZHAUTAS!: I
[Once the effects of that strange pollen have worn off-- Or at least lessened enough that she's not quite so desperately interested in all the new people milling around nearby, anyway-- Rowan finds her way to the makeshift sleeping quarters and tries to square away a spot for herself. Sleeping in shared quarters isn't anything new for her, even shared quarters with total strangers-- but that doesn't mean she's necessarily any more comfortable with it than they are. At first glance, one might assume her unease to be the sort borne of common sense; she's a small woman, petite-framed but curvaceous, and by all appearances an easy target if one were so inclined.
Appearances, thankfully, can be deceiving.
Dissatisfied with her current proximity to someone with a rather loud snoring problem, the delicate-looking little woman gets wearily to her feet... and then, apparently entirely effortlessly, hauls her mattress up one-handed and carries it a little further away. Once she's satisfied that she won't be disturbed too much more by her neighbor's sleep apnea, she begins collecting bedding. Reaching over for a couple of pillows that seem to have tumbled loose from somebody else's pile, she gives the nearest person an inquisitive look while holding one up demonstratively.]
Excuse me-- Is this one yours, or a spare? I don't want to take any if you've already claimed them, but...
[But, well... People just keep filing in, and space is filling up fast. She's got to try and get at least one or two before everybody else does.]