Kyle Rayner ✧ White Lantern (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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legionworld2017-06-07 03:35 am
spacesharks) wrote in legionworld2017-06-07 03:35 am
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stretch across the sky (closed)
Who| Kyle Rayner (spacesharks) & Sam Alexander (headinjuries)
What| Being nosy, mostly.
Where| On the moon—the one in the habitat deck, that is.
When| Before the "Gods Among Us" plot!
Warnings/Notes| None!
He wasn't really sure what the etiquette was for the habitat deck. The Legionnaires chose their biomes, and while he was sure that some people chose places that were rather personal, they probably weren't all off-limits, right? Surely he wasn't the only one that chose a place that was just kind of comfy, as opposed to a place that was incredibly meaningful.
(While he was absolutely the sentimental type, "meaningful" was a little tough when it came to places, because he tended not to be in one for very long. It was the moments themselves that were meaningful, anyway, not necessarily where they took place.)
Kyle decided he'd just try and use his best judgement. Personal rooms and buildings were out of the question—he was curious, sure, but not so curious as to go snooping in people's houses. (Besides, it'd be super awkward if he got caught.) But the more open places, like chunks of neighborhoods and stuff? That seemed like fair game. And anyway, what were the odds he'd run into people hanging out around here, anyway, right? Legion World was huge, after all. Either way, that would be how, eventually, he happened upon the moon—or, at least, a part of something that definitely looked and felt like the moon.
"Not a bad choice," he said, thoughtfully, talking to himself more than anything else. A lot of the biomes felt kind of lonely by default, but at least the moon was supposed to feel that way. "I should've brought my camera."
spacesharks) & Sam Alexander (headinjuries)What| Being nosy, mostly.
Where| On the moon—the one in the habitat deck, that is.
When| Before the "Gods Among Us" plot!
Warnings/Notes| None!
He wasn't really sure what the etiquette was for the habitat deck. The Legionnaires chose their biomes, and while he was sure that some people chose places that were rather personal, they probably weren't all off-limits, right? Surely he wasn't the only one that chose a place that was just kind of comfy, as opposed to a place that was incredibly meaningful.
(While he was absolutely the sentimental type, "meaningful" was a little tough when it came to places, because he tended not to be in one for very long. It was the moments themselves that were meaningful, anyway, not necessarily where they took place.)
Kyle decided he'd just try and use his best judgement. Personal rooms and buildings were out of the question—he was curious, sure, but not so curious as to go snooping in people's houses. (Besides, it'd be super awkward if he got caught.) But the more open places, like chunks of neighborhoods and stuff? That seemed like fair game. And anyway, what were the odds he'd run into people hanging out around here, anyway, right? Legion World was huge, after all. Either way, that would be how, eventually, he happened upon the moon—or, at least, a part of something that definitely looked and felt like the moon.
"Not a bad choice," he said, thoughtfully, talking to himself more than anything else. A lot of the biomes felt kind of lonely by default, but at least the moon was supposed to feel that way. "I should've brought my camera."
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Sam was sitting cross-legged atop a pile of moonrocks with a bag of chips. If he was bothered by someone wandering into his slice of the habitat deck, he certainly wasn't showing it - just popped another chip into his mouth, and then held the bag out in offering.
"Earth's a pretty cool view from here, right?"
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He blinked. Kyle had been ready to apologize for intruding (of course someone would be here, of course), but the fact that the kid didn't seem to mind and was even inviting him to share? Well, maybe it was fine. He was content to brush that awkwardness under the rug, anyway. He reached into the bag for some chips.
"Yeah, for sure. I mean, pictures don't even really do it justice. It's so different when you're actually out here."
Or, you know. When it was the real thing.
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He wasn't too bothered by his own since he wasn't particularly attached to it, but it was still weird when people who should be there weren't. It must suck even more for people who chose places with real sentimental value.
"You know, having a little piece of home here sounds great and all, and then you see it and it's definitely not what you imagined."
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"Which one's yours?"
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Honestly, that was probably the only positive thing he could say about it—it was convenient.
"There might've been better options, but I'm kinda used to not spending too much time in any one place, you know?"