Upon arriving at their designated bedroom, Lancelotte relieved herself of her bulky, bladed instrument--which she was relieved to find hadn't parted with her during "shipping" and had been tucked opaquely under the sofa--by setting it in a careful slant against the wall. She eyed the room an the sleeping accommodations pragmatically. I suppose that leaves the second sleeping bag for me... She concluded, watching Crevan snatch up the first one. She ambled over to the remaining bag, "I'll be content with this," Lotte stated, rolling it up tightly and endeavoring to place it in close vicinity with the door, and next to her guitar. She left it rolled against the wall--it was more than likely she would use it as a pillow, not to worried about any nightly chill(in her mind, it was never a good thing to be TOO comfortably asleep, as she wished to retain a partial alertness.) She felt like she could serve as a sort of "watchdog" next to the door as well.
Satisfied with that, Lancelotte ventured over to the vast window--minding to stay near the edge to not impose on Kei--intending to gather a general idea of the region. She discreetly took pleasure in the subsequent forest, being quite fond of such terrain. The coast provided her no such pleasure, for she well knew how poorly electricity and water meshed.
That thought was swift to arose a different daunting worry, and Lancelotte found herself peering though the glass inattentively with a hardened brow. This "master" wasn't, by far, her first, and many times her masters were unaware of her "malfunction" until they felt it's sting themselves. Other times she'd been immediately disowned for accidently damaging expensive equipment via an involuntary electrical surge.
It greatly perturbed her that she couldn't scrape up the will-power to admit this to any of her masters beforehand, but the fear of being scrapped was too encompassing. It was truly contradictory to her standards of conduct, but she couldn't bring herself to become "unwanted and un-needed" by her own power.
In this new situation, in which multiple UTAUs were involved, she felt as if the risk was more imminent than usual; Many of them, from what Lancelotte could deduce, ranged from sweet, charismatic, and possibly quite sociable... and even Crevan seemed sociable in the sense that she seemed highly "anti-social," and that in itself could hold it's own charm. I know my mannerisms aren't very popular in this day an age... but I hope, nonetheless, that I'll be able to stay here and sing... I don't know when or if I'll get another change otherwise... Lotte strived to quickly swallow her worry, so it wouldn't serve as a further encumbrance to her chances.
((Sorry if it's a bit messy... I'm in a rush D'x))
Satisfied with that, Lancelotte ventured over to the vast window--minding to stay near the edge to not impose on Kei--intending to gather a general idea of the region. She discreetly took pleasure in the subsequent forest, being quite fond of such terrain. The coast provided her no such pleasure, for she well knew how poorly electricity and water meshed.
That thought was swift to arose a different daunting worry, and Lancelotte found herself peering though the glass inattentively with a hardened brow. This "master" wasn't, by far, her first, and many times her masters were unaware of her "malfunction" until they felt it's sting themselves. Other times she'd been immediately disowned for accidently damaging expensive equipment via an involuntary electrical surge.
It greatly perturbed her that she couldn't scrape up the will-power to admit this to any of her masters beforehand, but the fear of being scrapped was too encompassing. It was truly contradictory to her standards of conduct, but she couldn't bring herself to become "unwanted and un-needed" by her own power.
In this new situation, in which multiple UTAUs were involved, she felt as if the risk was more imminent than usual; Many of them, from what Lancelotte could deduce, ranged from sweet, charismatic, and possibly quite sociable... and even Crevan seemed sociable in the sense that she seemed highly "anti-social," and that in itself could hold it's own charm. I know my mannerisms aren't very popular in this day an age... but I hope, nonetheless, that I'll be able to stay here and sing... I don't know when or if I'll get another change otherwise... Lotte strived to quickly swallow her worry, so it wouldn't serve as a further encumbrance to her chances.
((Sorry if it's a bit messy... I'm in a rush D'x))