"It may be that their pretense is not for our benefit, but for their own"

[glacialis-nemo.livejournal.com]

[ So guys. It's been a while since anyone's heard from one resident scientist in particular, and as great minds think alike, like his feminine counterpart, the masculine is out and about, though the purpose of this trip seems entirely to be of a pleasurable nature, meant to relax his weary soul, stretched thin by the devices of his own over-active mind.

He's actually been quite busy, working like mad on getting that laboratory of his established. Considering he worked himself for days straight with three hours of sleep total, it can easily be said that Vexen is rather used to working himself to his very limits for the sake of his work. And after promptly sleeping for a good ten straight hours when he finally allowed himself, he decided a break was necessary for his health. No use working himself to death before even getting to see the fruits of his labors.

So after enjoying a cup of tea in a quiet little café somewhere in the Enchanted Dominion, Vexen decided to exercise a different part of his brain, a part seldom used since Even gave way to Vexen. Which part? The right side, the more creatively oriented half of the brain. And how was he doing this? Simple. He'd found and tuned an older baby grand piano, and was sitting at it now among a few dusty tomes in a forgotten archive of books, playing a quiet melody.

Though long and nimble fingers danced along the keys with a grace few would ever expect from a man as frigid and unforgiving as winter, to look at his face, one would think him merely reading an encyclopedia. Truly, he felt nothing while playing, but the memories of emotions that, once upon a time, these simple chords incited was enough. The memories forged in days long past, the ghosts of solace and peace within those few souls whom ever had the privilege to actually hear the Academic enjoy anything but the sciences, rejuvenated his old soul. And so he deigned indulge, enjoying a moment wherein he assumed he was entirely alone.  ]

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[aquabending.livejournal.com]

[Sure is warm around here lately, which is probably why Kairi is at the beach just out of sight of the town-area, wearing this and standing in the shallows of the water.

However, she doesn't seem interested in swimming. Instead, she seems to be practicing some movements rather like tai chi, and very soon, some water is floating up out of the ocean and following her movements.]

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[temporaltrap.livejournal.com]

[ In the light of the setting sun, a Kairi is wading backwards through the shallows at the beach, wearing a simple one piece swimsuit covered by an oversized blue t-shirt. Held carefully in her hands are the 'hands' of a Flood Unversed, which is flailing its legs in a rather comical manner. Kairi looks amused: it almost looks like she's trying to teach the thing how to swim. Of course, the tiny, bright pink water wings the Flood is wearing would also point to that.

A beach blanket is spread out a short distance from the shore line. Two Thornbites sit near it building a sandcastle while an Archraven circles overhead. A Scrapper is laying on the blanket as though it had been sunbathing, even wearing a pair of shades (despite the lack of proper eyes).

It's totally a normal day evening at the beach, what are you talking about? ]


(ooc: The Unversed present are a little lighter than the norm, and a tad bit more purple. The Thornbites' pots/lower halves are most definitely more pink than orange, too. Other Vanitae would find them a little difficult to control.)