prosodi: (DOCTORWHO spaceisinfinite)
prosodi ([personal profile] prosodi) wrote in [community profile] featherbed2013-06-22 10:49 pm
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OPEN RP.

Bits and bobs here



- place prompt/character desired here
- receive words
notstubborn: (She does not bend)

whatever it is so true

[personal profile] notstubborn 2013-10-24 08:33 am (UTC)(link)
They're more than lucky that he isn't the only mind working on this, Elena didn't fancy being stuck on the side of a mountain with a couple of yaks spitting furiously at Nate's face. She's had a tiring few weeks, and a stiff few weeks, bed rest did not agree with her especially not when all her feet wanted to do was move and walk.

Now though she just wants to sleep, which is probably why she basically crashed the moment they got passage on the least-likely-to-break-apart-under-their-feet aircraft and set off.And once she fell asleep, boy did she sleep like a rock, the most unshakable rock in existence. Until, that is, the plane hit a certain pocket of turbulence that almost jerked her from her seat.

"Woah." Elena spends the first couple of seconds blinking rapidly as her eyes adjust, hands gripping her set in an effort to keep herself from falling flat on her face. Eyes adjusted and a little more steady than before (turbulence doesn't make that easy), she stretches her neck and cranes a look over to Nate.

"You're taking notes? In this?" Says the woman who was asleep in it, as she fights off a yawn. Pot, kettle.