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rainbowlounge2015-02-27 12:04 am
shadowsong26) wrote in rainbowlounge2015-02-27 12:04 am
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Winter RP: The Citadel
It's late afternoon, just approaching evening, and one of the less-imposing reception rooms in the Citadel at the heart of the City of Glass is lit up by a glorious sunset. The dry heat of the desert day is starting to die off; the temperature sits at a pleasant level now.
The walls of the room are made of thick, solid glass panes, in deceptively delicate white stone frames. They are punctuated at regular intervals by wall hangings embroidered with intricate geometric patterns, in green and gold. There is a large, extravagant rug, woven in similar colors, covering the floor. The ceiling, high above, is more glass, fogged, and gilded around the edges to match the gold in the tapestries.
One wall is dominated by a pair of double doors that swing open onto an enclosed pleasure garden, with carefully maintained flowers climbing the walls and a murmuring fountain in the center. There are white gravel paths marking out four regular quadrants.
The portals are opening once again...
The walls of the room are made of thick, solid glass panes, in deceptively delicate white stone frames. They are punctuated at regular intervals by wall hangings embroidered with intricate geometric patterns, in green and gold. There is a large, extravagant rug, woven in similar colors, covering the floor. The ceiling, high above, is more glass, fogged, and gilded around the edges to match the gold in the tapestries.
One wall is dominated by a pair of double doors that swing open onto an enclosed pleasure garden, with carefully maintained flowers climbing the walls and a murmuring fountain in the center. There are white gravel paths marking out four regular quadrants.
The portals are opening once again...
Teddy and Anya
She's a few feet away, headphones around her neck and eyes on one of the decorations. "If you're wanting me to turn around so you can record me, I'm going to punch the camera, then make you swallow it."
"but--"
"Punch and swallow, Teddy. Punch. And. Swallow."
he sighs, then turns the camera on anything that is not her. He's having a great time, recording everything he can and all around being a dork about the visuals in the room. "You know," he says after a beat. "I bet Dave'd get a kick out of some of this."
"Oh?" She turns around, facing his back. "Probably. Think they sell prints or something around here?"
"Who knows."
And that lead to Anya staring at the wall fixtures and wondering if she could steal any of them. Teddy realized this a beat too late and is currently putting as much distance between them as he can without actually leaving the room.