[ DRAFT 12 ] For remembrance, for penitance...

[metharchy]

[ OOC: The following open-comment log has been written in third person, as this is not a communicator-post. Please feel free to interrupt what she's doing, in comment-log style, or third, whichever you please. <3 ]

It had been weeks since Meth had completed rebuilding the temple on deck thirteen. She hadn't been back since, instead occupying herself with minor repairs around the ship. On any other day off, she might have kept to herself in the tree house on deck three, but today wasn't a typical day off for Meth.

Her steps were slow and even as she walked across the field of flowers, and in her hands, Meth carried two oversized tote bags, filled to capacity. On her off days, Meth was usually still in work clothes of some variety. She liked to carry small tools with her on the off chance she saw something small that needed fixing. Today, however, her usual garb had been replaced with something quite different. The voluminous pants she wore were made of a thick blue linen that cut short at her calves, and her sleeveless shirt swept across her chest to close in clasps down her side. Instead of heavy work boots, she wore simple flat sandals, leaving her bare feet to be tickled by the flowers as she made her way across the field.

At the entrance of the temple, Meth paused to set her bags down. She looked inside with her expression a mixture of solemnity and apprehension, and with a deep breath, stepped inside to begin.

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[metharchy.livejournal.com]

She had been hoping to find the temple empty. For a moment, she just stood there, staring at Remy, wondering what to do. If she'd had work to do, if she'd been on the job, she might have simply kicked him out, but Remy had every right to be there, as she did.

Meth cleared her throat, feeling somewhat awkward standing there with her things, in her Aspurran garb.

"Remy?"

[ttlynotawizard.livejournal.com]

"Huh?" He looked out from behind the side of the book. His face broke into a smile before he closed his book and sat up. "Well, hello there, Meth!"

He looks her over a bit. She seemed more casual than she normally did and Remy approved. "You look relaxed today. Taking a much deserved break?"

[metharchy.livejournal.com]

Meth returned his smile with just the barest curve of her lips. "Hello," she replied, voice sounding strange to herself somehow. The day felt so very off to her.

"Yes and no. A break but...not," she added, looking around the rest of the room to see if there was anyone else. Thankfully, it appeared to be just Remy in there. "Actually I'm glad I ran into you. I was hoping I could ask you a couple favors."

Meth felt even more uncomfortable asking him, but today wasn't a day she'd be issuing orders to anyone.

[ttlynotawizard.livejournal.com]

"A break but not, hmm?" That seemed an odd way to put things. He was very curious as to what she needed him for.

"I'd love to help," he said with a smile. "What do you need?"

[metharchy.livejournal.com]

"Two things, actually. One is rather necessary, the other well, only if you want." She was being so very careful with her phrasing, and it was such a foreign thing to act so accommodating as she asked her favors.

"I want to use the temple, and you are laying right in the middle of the space I need." She needed a lot of open space, and would likely center things over the brick symbol in the ground. Meth exhaled. "I'm hoping that once I'm done, you wouldn't mind tending bar for me. I'm going to need several drinks after I leave here today."

Meth felt haunted that day, and feeling as though it showed in her eyes, she averted them.

[ttlynotawizard.livejournal.com]

"So...get out now and get you drinks later? I suppose I could do that." It had been somewhat a dream of his to get her mildly drunk. "Very well. I can find another spot to read in."

He laughed a little. "You did give me I think the politest 'get out' I think I've ever heard."

[metharchy.livejournal.com]

"Enjoy it while you can," she replied dryly, though the smile she gave him then was a bit more amused, more genuine than before. "After today, things return to normal."

Meth turned back to her bags and began to unload them. She pulled out a bag of coals and walked it over to the symbol on the floor. After placing it there carefully, she looked back to Remy hesitantly.

"You don't have to do drinks later of course. I can serve myself if need be," she added, heading back to her bags.

[ttlynotawizard.livejournal.com]

"Miss Meth, I wouldn't dream of turning down the opportunity to serve you alcohol. I've been trying to since you first arrived," he laughed as he ran his hand through his hair."

He eyes the coals curiously before looking back up to her. "I hope you'll tell me what you are doing here over drinks later. I'd love to know. Enjoy yourself."

That said, he left the Temple, off to find something else to occupy his time.