07-27-2013, 02:46 PM
They're headed down the stairs to the lower library level when Grace remarks that she saw Sera unpacking her ritual equipment and oh that makes Sera laugh. Grace cannot see the sudden flash of a widening grin across Sera's sharp features, but that tip-back of her blond head, the swing of her curls against her spine are frame enough of the laughter beneath. Which is mostly embedded rather than uttered, framed by her body.
At the foot of the stairs, while Sera's sorting out the technology required to enter, she turns back and gives Grace a wry little look, through the width of that abating grin.
"I was being a little over the top when I called the barware ritual equipment. We're not quite so formal," chagrin? Not quite, just the a certain degree of self-awareness and a certain understated bemusement. " - and honestly, alcohol isn't as good for expanding consciousness as other substances, especially hallucinogens. But it's more experiential - sex or music or energy, right? Like a fucking crowd when they're vibing on something, all moving together, just this one pulse and you lose yourself into the expanding mass of that movement. Or even," a mild smirk, the slightest arc of distaste, from the Cultist-on-a-fucking-fast, " - denial. Exercise, yoga, breath control? Those things aren't for me, but yeah.
"Honestly, I was being a bit tongue-in-cheek." There's a directness to her gaze her, steady and certain, "but you know, when it doubt, recruit recruit recruit. And you should still talk to Jim. He's fucking awesome and he'd like you. Oh, but I hope you drink at least a bit. Hawksley's going to throw you a party as soon as his Collins secures him a permanent place to live."
The door to the library swings open, and Sera gives Grace an after you style gesture.
"The techs, fuck. I don't know where to fucking begin. I suppose with the fact that we call them the Technocracy, and they know what we can do, but they prefer the status quo.
"I've heard that they call us Reality Deviants. Which should tell you something.
"And I know that there are some in town."
At the foot of the stairs, while Sera's sorting out the technology required to enter, she turns back and gives Grace a wry little look, through the width of that abating grin.
"I was being a little over the top when I called the barware ritual equipment. We're not quite so formal," chagrin? Not quite, just the a certain degree of self-awareness and a certain understated bemusement. " - and honestly, alcohol isn't as good for expanding consciousness as other substances, especially hallucinogens. But it's more experiential - sex or music or energy, right? Like a fucking crowd when they're vibing on something, all moving together, just this one pulse and you lose yourself into the expanding mass of that movement. Or even," a mild smirk, the slightest arc of distaste, from the Cultist-on-a-fucking-fast, " - denial. Exercise, yoga, breath control? Those things aren't for me, but yeah.
"Honestly, I was being a bit tongue-in-cheek." There's a directness to her gaze her, steady and certain, "but you know, when it doubt, recruit recruit recruit. And you should still talk to Jim. He's fucking awesome and he'd like you. Oh, but I hope you drink at least a bit. Hawksley's going to throw you a party as soon as his Collins secures him a permanent place to live."
The door to the library swings open, and Sera gives Grace an after you style gesture.
"The techs, fuck. I don't know where to fucking begin. I suppose with the fact that we call them the Technocracy, and they know what we can do, but they prefer the status quo.
"I've heard that they call us Reality Deviants. Which should tell you something.
"And I know that there are some in town."
But my heart is wild and my bones are steel
And I could kill you with my bare hands if I was free.
- Phosphorescent, Song for Zula
And I could kill you with my bare hands if I was free.
- Phosphorescent, Song for Zula