Glimmer, glitter, shine...

[thecanopycrew]

| characters | Everyone!

| date/time | March 15, all day

| location | First Floor

| rating | Currently G

| summary | A flash of light, and a new adventure.


LIGHT

Warmth, love and kindness.
The Life Stream glimmers and glitters with joy, swirls of shimmering dust dancing around the ray of life.
It was time for new ones to test their wings.


One by one, new adventurers now arrive in the Tree. As one gain wings and rises to the second floor, another light brings in the next person. Soon, a steady stream of people from all kinds of worlds, times and realities come to join the others. Whether confused, angry, excited or scared, your arrival is welcomed with nothing but joy as the fireflies and glow worms descend to greet their new friends.

The Tree offers no explanation and no reason, but the truth is undeniable.

As you will soon realize, it isn't easy to be tiny.

Comments

[redactions]

[ Thoughtfully, ] That was pomegranate seeds. [ but she has a point, he frowns, and hunts for his canteen automatically before it registers that he didn't have it with him when he fell. ] Hm. I've got a chocolate bar. S'pose that's one way o'living history, huh?

[dissemblance]

[She frowns faintly.]

James, I'm not going to take that from you. What if it's all you've got? You should look after yourself, too.

[redactions]

Hey, I knew what I was gettin' into with the army. [ his eyebrows are raised, looking at her intently, a kind of don't try to fool me ] You were just ridin' the subway.

[dissemblance]

Well, you've never ridden the modern subway.

[That's a joke.]

I'll be all right. They still raise 'em tough in the Bronx, I promise. But you're very sweet.

[redactions]

Ha ha. That's very funny. I'd be what... [ he makes a show of counting ] ninety six? [ fingerpoint ] Respect your elders. Now keep it.

[dissemblance]

[She does some (obvious) math of her own, and--]

But physically you're only twenty-eight. So, I've got you beat.

[A shy little smile.]

You know, I probably shouldn't be admitting my age to a total stranger. In... hindsight. Can we forget I did that?

[redactions]

[ hands in the air ]

The lady never stated her age. Stricken from the record.

[dissemblance]

[That smile turns a bit sharp, settles into something pleasantly flirtatious.]

You're a real gentleman, huh?

[It's gentle, a bit wistful, but warm.]

[redactions]

[ He laughs, softly, places his hand on his heart dramatically. ]

You thought otherwise? I'm wounded. Right here.

[dissemblance]

Well, a girl's gotta be careful in this day and age.

[She shrugs, and a little of that Bronx attitude comes back in the way she settles back a bit more comfortably against her chair.]

Can't be too sure.

[redactions]

[ He tilts his head. ]

Chivalry ain't dead in the future, is it?

[ He's. A little irritated to be honest. It's not new by any means but he expected it to be better. ]

[dissemblance]

[It earns a thoughtful hm.]

Depends on what you mean by chivalry.

[redactions]

[ He tilts his head again, conceding. ]

Maybe I shoulda asked a couple more questions. Anyway. You keep that bar.

[dissemblance]

[She shakes her head.]

How about I take a piece of it and you keep the rest for me, huh? Gives me an excuse to find you later.

[-- And, thoughtfully,]

You can ask more if you'd like. I mean... I doubt I'm going to break the timeline telling you about the internet.

[redactions]

[ He gives her a Look, and then very deliberately breaks off a large piece and hands it to her. No arguments, Anna. ]

I'd like that.

[dissemblance]

[She gives him a Look, long enough to suggest that she's surrendering because she's decided she wants to rather than him cowing her into it, and takes it. Defiantly, though, she doesn't take a bite, merely wraps it up in a bit of leaf and puts it in her pocket.]

Maybe after we get settled?

[redactions]

[ Planning to stay long, he doesn't joke, and smiles almost boyishly at her, an echo. ]

All right. See ya.

[dissemblance]

[She stands, and bumps his shoulder gently with her own.]

Don't be a stranger, James.

[Anna may not be as sharp as she is, but she's empathic enough. Natasha, however, is the one that understands pain, and grief, and the need to nurse it alone.]

And thank you-- for the chocolate.