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*Riley tumbles into the room, arms full of papers and various art supplies he's pilfered from somewhere, trilling softly at Ciarán when he sees him*

—@space--the-final-fontier

"oh, hello. i havent seen you in ages. what's all that?" *he hums.*

*he drops it on the floor and grins at him, gesturing excitedly to the pile*

*he gets off of the bed to sit cross legged on the floor, hands in his lap as he looks at the stuff.* "is this art supplies?"

*he nods, chirping excitedly as he sits beside him*

"oh. fun. why?"

*he gives him a 'well, why not?' look as he pushes some paper over to him insistently, trying to get him to join in*

"oh- i mean, i dont draw-" *he insists, but when riley pushes the paper again, he sighs and grabs a pencil.* "alright, fine."

*he makes a happy noise, flopping down on his stomach and grabbing marker*

*he gives a messy sketch of an old-fashioned airplane, speaking while he draws.* "say, did they ever use planes in the second great war? i used to sit out on the porch and look for the planes. i wonder if people did that after me."

*He nods, humming softly to himself as he scribbles on the paper, before pausing and grabbing another to write on*

"There were more planes when I was alive. And spaceships too"

"how is space? have you been?" *he focuses on his drawing for a second before speaking again.* "i wonder if people in the future can touch stars."

*he shakes his head, frowning* "They don't let people like me be astronauts"

"what does that mean?" *he frowns and waits a second, quieter with his second question.* "what's an astronaut?"

"You have to pass a health check before they'll let you go to space." *he huffs softly*

"Astronauts are the men who go to space."

"oh." *he frowns.* "are women not allowed to go to space? and why would you fail the health check?"

*He shakes his head*

"No, only men. And my leg doesn't work right"

*he huffs.* "the future gives men boobs but girls cant go to space. the future sucks. im glad im not alive for it. i hope your leg gets better."

*he squints at Ciaran suspiciously, wondering if he knows he's trans*

"Girls can go to space in Star Trek future. And it won't. It's been this way since I was sick when I was little"

"well, the star trek future isn't real yet. don't they have the polio vaccine in the future or something? why do they have the polio vaccine but girls can't go to space? i know this affects neither of us but im annoyed anyways. you're trading one insane development for setting another one back. polio vaccine exists, but women cant go to space."

*he grumbles and returns to his drawing for a few minutes before adding* "im realizing i phrased that like you have polio. i dunno if you do, but i didn't mean to imply that you did."

*he stares at him blankly*

"How did you know?"

"oh. did you? have polio, i mean."

*he nods briefly, biting his lip*

"oh." *he gives an awkward silence, staring down at his paper.* "...i know there's a condolence of sorts that im supposed to say now, but i dont actually know what im supposed to say."

*he stares at him*

"Why would you say anything?"

*he shrugs.* "i dunno. mom says that im supposed to say im sorry or something when somebody tells me something bad, but an apology implies that i gave you polio. which i didn't."

"If you did, I would ask how you time traveled, because you would have been really old when I was little."

"i think i died a very long time before you were even born."

"Well, you're probably just ancient. Like Mr. Bones"

"when was he born, again?"

"An eternity ago"

"i was not born an eternity ago, i was born in 1907." *he huffs.*

*ciaran walks into the room, holding a clarinet (of all things, really?), with a grin on his face.*

"apparently," *he says without waiting for fionan to acknowledge him.* "i used to play the clarinet while i was alive. and i have now remembered how to play it." *he smiles mischeviously.*

-( @ciaran-leith )

*he's sitting on his bed rubbing his temples when Ciarán walks in, but looks up in curiosity when he speaks*

You play music? *His tone is interested, though he seems abnormally out of it, but hardly enough to tell.*

"apparently." *he hums.* "are you alright? you look ill."

I'm quite fine. *He gives a slight nod as he stands up, coming over to examine the instrument*

I've always wanted to learn to play something, but never truly got the chance.

"you seem like you'd play the flute. or, at least, you seem as if you'd like it. iren was learning how to play." *he hummed, holding out the instrument for fionán to look at.* "don't touch the reed. it'll break. are you sure you're fine? you look terrible."

I remember being most interested in the piano, *he hums.softly, running his fingers down the length of the body* Aye, I'm sure. Tis nothing more than a headache.

"they have a piano in the music room, if you're ever inclined to learn." *he shrugs, bringing the clarinet up to do a basic scale before setting it down on his dresser.* "you should sit down. you dont look well at all. you're paler than usual."

Aye, I'm aware, *he gives a slight nod as he sits back on the bed* I've been experimenting with it a bit... Gladys said she's teach me to play violin, but then I bruised a few ribs sparring with Kipley, and we haven't gotten around to it yet. I feel alright.

"take her up on the offer. i'd love to see you play. and i don't care if you feel fine, you look ill, so you're going to keep yourself sat there for a little while until you look even remotely better."

Are you mothering me? *He raises an eyebrow, but lays back on the bed, throwing his arm over his eyes*

"if you'd like to call it mothering, then go ahead." *he smiles.*

Hm, next think I know you'll be calling Holly because you think I'm too pale. *teasing*

"who's holly?" *he cocks his head to the side, frowning.*

You don't remember Holly? *He raises his brow at him*

"no." *he waits a second before continuing.* "have i met her?"

....Aye, she was nearly the first wisp you met.

"what? since when?"

...Since I took you to meet Laura? Holly was there too.

"i do not remember that in the slight- oh. thats a lie. yes i do. i dont remember anything about that situation because i was terrified, but i know what youre talking about now."

*he chuckles* Holly isn't too scary... Unless she wishes to be.

"i am automatically terrified of her because she's a wisp. the wisps scare me."

*he chuckles, then grabs his head*

...Shite.

*when fionán curses, ciarán gives him A Look before moving to turn off the lights in hope that it'll help.*

stares at you with my large gigantic eyes

*he stares back.*

#pepper is that you

*Riley tumbles into the room, arms full of papers and various art supplies he's pilfered from somewhere, trilling softly at Ciarán when he sees him*

—@space--the-final-fontier

"oh, hello. i havent seen you in ages. what's all that?" *he hums.*

*he drops it on the floor and grins at him, gesturing excitedly to the pile*

*he gets off of the bed to sit cross legged on the floor, hands in his lap as he looks at the stuff.* "is this art supplies?"

*he nods, chirping excitedly as he sits beside him*

"oh. fun. why?"

*he gives him a 'well, why not?' look as he pushes some paper over to him insistently, trying to get him to join in*

"oh- i mean, i dont draw-" *he insists, but when riley pushes the paper again, he sighs and grabs a pencil.* "alright, fine."

*he makes a happy noise, flopping down on his stomach and grabbing marker*

*he gives a messy sketch of an old-fashioned airplane, speaking while he draws.* "say, did they ever use planes in the second great war? i used to sit out on the porch and look for the planes. i wonder if people did that after me."

*He nods, humming softly to himself as he scribbles on the paper, before pausing and grabbing another to write on*

"There were more planes when I was alive. And spaceships too"

"how is space? have you been?" *he focuses on his drawing for a second before speaking again.* "i wonder if people in the future can touch stars."

*he shakes his head, frowning* "They don't let people like me be astronauts"

"what does that mean?" *he frowns and waits a second, quieter with his second question.* "what's an astronaut?"

"You have to pass a health check before they'll let you go to space." *he huffs softly*

"Astronauts are the men who go to space."

"oh." *he frowns.* "are women not allowed to go to space? and why would you fail the health check?"

*He shakes his head*

"No, only men. And my leg doesn't work right"

*he huffs.* "the future gives men boobs but girls cant go to space. the future sucks. im glad im not alive for it. i hope your leg gets better."

*he squints at Ciaran suspiciously, wondering if he knows he's trans*

"Girls can go to space in Star Trek future. And it won't. It's been this way since I was sick when I was little"

"well, the star trek future isn't real yet. don't they have the polio vaccine in the future or something? why do they have the polio vaccine but girls can't go to space? i know this affects neither of us but im annoyed anyways. you're trading one insane development for setting another one back. polio vaccine exists, but women cant go to space."

*he grumbles and returns to his drawing for a few minutes before adding* "im realizing i phrased that like you have polio. i dunno if you do, but i didn't mean to imply that you did."

*he stares at him blankly*

"How did you know?"

"oh. did you? have polio, i mean."

*he nods briefly, biting his lip*

"oh." *he gives an awkward silence, staring down at his paper.* "...i know there's a condolence of sorts that im supposed to say now, but i dont actually know what im supposed to say."

*he stares at him*

"Why would you say anything?"

*he shrugs.* "i dunno. mom says that im supposed to say im sorry or something when somebody tells me something bad, but an apology implies that i gave you polio. which i didn't."

"If you did, I would ask how you time traveled, because you would have been really old when I was little."

"i think i died a very long time before you were even born."

"Well, you're probably just ancient. Like Mr. Bones"

"when was he born, again?"

*Riley tumbles into the room, arms full of papers and various art supplies he's pilfered from somewhere, trilling softly at Ciarán when he sees him*

—@space--the-final-fontier

"oh, hello. i havent seen you in ages. what's all that?" *he hums.*

*he drops it on the floor and grins at him, gesturing excitedly to the pile*

*he gets off of the bed to sit cross legged on the floor, hands in his lap as he looks at the stuff.* "is this art supplies?"

*he nods, chirping excitedly as he sits beside him*

"oh. fun. why?"

*he gives him a 'well, why not?' look as he pushes some paper over to him insistently, trying to get him to join in*

"oh- i mean, i dont draw-" *he insists, but when riley pushes the paper again, he sighs and grabs a pencil.* "alright, fine."

*he makes a happy noise, flopping down on his stomach and grabbing marker*

*he gives a messy sketch of an old-fashioned airplane, speaking while he draws.* "say, did they ever use planes in the second great war? i used to sit out on the porch and look for the planes. i wonder if people did that after me."

*He nods, humming softly to himself as he scribbles on the paper, before pausing and grabbing another to write on*

"There were more planes when I was alive. And spaceships too"

"how is space? have you been?" *he focuses on his drawing for a second before speaking again.* "i wonder if people in the future can touch stars."

*he shakes his head, frowning* "They don't let people like me be astronauts"

"what does that mean?" *he frowns and waits a second, quieter with his second question.* "what's an astronaut?"

"You have to pass a health check before they'll let you go to space." *he huffs softly*

"Astronauts are the men who go to space."

"oh." *he frowns.* "are women not allowed to go to space? and why would you fail the health check?"

*He shakes his head*

"No, only men. And my leg doesn't work right"

*he huffs.* "the future gives men boobs but girls cant go to space. the future sucks. im glad im not alive for it. i hope your leg gets better."

*he squints at Ciaran suspiciously, wondering if he knows he's trans*

"Girls can go to space in Star Trek future. And it won't. It's been this way since I was sick when I was little"

"well, the star trek future isn't real yet. don't they have the polio vaccine in the future or something? why do they have the polio vaccine but girls can't go to space? i know this affects neither of us but im annoyed anyways. you're trading one insane development for setting another one back. polio vaccine exists, but women cant go to space."

*he grumbles and returns to his drawing for a few minutes before adding* "im realizing i phrased that like you have polio. i dunno if you do, but i didn't mean to imply that you did."

*he stares at him blankly*

"How did you know?"

"oh. did you? have polio, i mean."

*he nods briefly, biting his lip*

"oh." *he gives an awkward silence, staring down at his paper.* "...i know there's a condolence of sorts that im supposed to say now, but i dont actually know what im supposed to say."

*he stares at him*

"Why would you say anything?"

*he shrugs.* "i dunno. mom says that im supposed to say im sorry or something when somebody tells me something bad, but an apology implies that i gave you polio. which i didn't."

"If you did, I would ask how you time traveled, because you would have been really old when I was little."

"i think i died a very long time before you were even born."

*Riley tumbles into the room, arms full of papers and various art supplies he's pilfered from somewhere, trilling softly at Ciarán when he sees him*

—@space--the-final-fontier

"oh, hello. i havent seen you in ages. what's all that?" *he hums.*

*he drops it on the floor and grins at him, gesturing excitedly to the pile*

*he gets off of the bed to sit cross legged on the floor, hands in his lap as he looks at the stuff.* "is this art supplies?"

*he nods, chirping excitedly as he sits beside him*

"oh. fun. why?"

*he gives him a 'well, why not?' look as he pushes some paper over to him insistently, trying to get him to join in*

"oh- i mean, i dont draw-" *he insists, but when riley pushes the paper again, he sighs and grabs a pencil.* "alright, fine."

*he makes a happy noise, flopping down on his stomach and grabbing marker*

*he gives a messy sketch of an old-fashioned airplane, speaking while he draws.* "say, did they ever use planes in the second great war? i used to sit out on the porch and look for the planes. i wonder if people did that after me."

*He nods, humming softly to himself as he scribbles on the paper, before pausing and grabbing another to write on*

"There were more planes when I was alive. And spaceships too"

"how is space? have you been?" *he focuses on his drawing for a second before speaking again.* "i wonder if people in the future can touch stars."

*he shakes his head, frowning* "They don't let people like me be astronauts"

"what does that mean?" *he frowns and waits a second, quieter with his second question.* "what's an astronaut?"

"You have to pass a health check before they'll let you go to space." *he huffs softly*

"Astronauts are the men who go to space."

"oh." *he frowns.* "are women not allowed to go to space? and why would you fail the health check?"

*He shakes his head*

"No, only men. And my leg doesn't work right"

*he huffs.* "the future gives men boobs but girls cant go to space. the future sucks. im glad im not alive for it. i hope your leg gets better."

*he squints at Ciaran suspiciously, wondering if he knows he's trans*

"Girls can go to space in Star Trek future. And it won't. It's been this way since I was sick when I was little"

"well, the star trek future isn't real yet. don't they have the polio vaccine in the future or something? why do they have the polio vaccine but girls can't go to space? i know this affects neither of us but im annoyed anyways. you're trading one insane development for setting another one back. polio vaccine exists, but women cant go to space."

*he grumbles and returns to his drawing for a few minutes before adding* "im realizing i phrased that like you have polio. i dunno if you do, but i didn't mean to imply that you did."

*he stares at him blankly*

"How did you know?"

"oh. did you? have polio, i mean."

*he nods briefly, biting his lip*

"oh." *he gives an awkward silence, staring down at his paper.* "...i know there's a condolence of sorts that im supposed to say now, but i dont actually know what im supposed to say."

*he stares at him*

"Why would you say anything?"

*he shrugs.* "i dunno. mom says that im supposed to say im sorry or something when somebody tells me something bad, but an apology implies that i gave you polio. which i didn't."

*Riley tumbles into the room, arms full of papers and various art supplies he's pilfered from somewhere, trilling softly at Ciarán when he sees him*

—@space--the-final-fontier

"oh, hello. i havent seen you in ages. what's all that?" *he hums.*

*he drops it on the floor and grins at him, gesturing excitedly to the pile*

*he gets off of the bed to sit cross legged on the floor, hands in his lap as he looks at the stuff.* "is this art supplies?"

*he nods, chirping excitedly as he sits beside him*

"oh. fun. why?"

*he gives him a 'well, why not?' look as he pushes some paper over to him insistently, trying to get him to join in*

"oh- i mean, i dont draw-" *he insists, but when riley pushes the paper again, he sighs and grabs a pencil.* "alright, fine."

*he makes a happy noise, flopping down on his stomach and grabbing marker*

*he gives a messy sketch of an old-fashioned airplane, speaking while he draws.* "say, did they ever use planes in the second great war? i used to sit out on the porch and look for the planes. i wonder if people did that after me."

*He nods, humming softly to himself as he scribbles on the paper, before pausing and grabbing another to write on*

"There were more planes when I was alive. And spaceships too"

"how is space? have you been?" *he focuses on his drawing for a second before speaking again.* "i wonder if people in the future can touch stars."

*he shakes his head, frowning* "They don't let people like me be astronauts"

"what does that mean?" *he frowns and waits a second, quieter with his second question.* "what's an astronaut?"

"You have to pass a health check before they'll let you go to space." *he huffs softly*

"Astronauts are the men who go to space."

"oh." *he frowns.* "are women not allowed to go to space? and why would you fail the health check?"

*He shakes his head*

"No, only men. And my leg doesn't work right"

*he huffs.* "the future gives men boobs but girls cant go to space. the future sucks. im glad im not alive for it. i hope your leg gets better."

*he squints at Ciaran suspiciously, wondering if he knows he's trans*

"Girls can go to space in Star Trek future. And it won't. It's been this way since I was sick when I was little"

"well, the star trek future isn't real yet. don't they have the polio vaccine in the future or something? why do they have the polio vaccine but girls can't go to space? i know this affects neither of us but im annoyed anyways. you're trading one insane development for setting another one back. polio vaccine exists, but women cant go to space."

*he grumbles and returns to his drawing for a few minutes before adding* "im realizing i phrased that like you have polio. i dunno if you do, but i didn't mean to imply that you did."

*he stares at him blankly*

"How did you know?"

"oh. did you? have polio, i mean."

*he nods briefly, biting his lip*

"oh." *he gives an awkward silence, staring down at his paper.* "...i know there's a condolence of sorts that im supposed to say now, but i dont actually know what im supposed to say."

*ciaran walks into the room, holding a clarinet (of all things, really?), with a grin on his face.*

"apparently," *he says without waiting for fionan to acknowledge him.* "i used to play the clarinet while i was alive. and i have now remembered how to play it." *he smiles mischeviously.*

-( @ciaran-leith )

*he's sitting on his bed rubbing his temples when Ciarán walks in, but looks up in curiosity when he speaks*

You play music? *His tone is interested, though he seems abnormally out of it, but hardly enough to tell.*

"apparently." *he hums.* "are you alright? you look ill."

I'm quite fine. *He gives a slight nod as he stands up, coming over to examine the instrument*

I've always wanted to learn to play something, but never truly got the chance.

"you seem like you'd play the flute. or, at least, you seem as if you'd like it. iren was learning how to play." *he hummed, holding out the instrument for fionán to look at.* "don't touch the reed. it'll break. are you sure you're fine? you look terrible."

I remember being most interested in the piano, *he hums.softly, running his fingers down the length of the body* Aye, I'm sure. Tis nothing more than a headache.

"they have a piano in the music room, if you're ever inclined to learn." *he shrugs, bringing the clarinet up to do a basic scale before setting it down on his dresser.* "you should sit down. you dont look well at all. you're paler than usual."

Aye, I'm aware, *he gives a slight nod as he sits back on the bed* I've been experimenting with it a bit... Gladys said she's teach me to play violin, but then I bruised a few ribs sparring with Kipley, and we haven't gotten around to it yet. I feel alright.

"take her up on the offer. i'd love to see you play. and i don't care if you feel fine, you look ill, so you're going to keep yourself sat there for a little while until you look even remotely better."

Are you mothering me? *He raises an eyebrow, but lays back on the bed, throwing his arm over his eyes*

"if you'd like to call it mothering, then go ahead." *he smiles.*

Hm, next think I know you'll be calling Holly because you think I'm too pale. *teasing*

"who's holly?" *he cocks his head to the side, frowning.*

You don't remember Holly? *He raises his brow at him*

"no." *he waits a second before continuing.* "have i met her?"

....Aye, she was nearly the first wisp you met.

"what? since when?"

...Since I took you to meet Laura? Holly was there too.

"i do not remember that in the slight- oh. thats a lie. yes i do. i dont remember anything about that situation because i was terrified, but i know what youre talking about now."

*he chuckles* Holly isn't too scary... Unless she wishes to be.

"i am automatically terrified of her because she's a wisp. the wisps scare me."

*Riley tumbles into the room, arms full of papers and various art supplies he's pilfered from somewhere, trilling softly at Ciarán when he sees him*

—@space--the-final-fontier

"oh, hello. i havent seen you in ages. what's all that?" *he hums.*

*he drops it on the floor and grins at him, gesturing excitedly to the pile*

*he gets off of the bed to sit cross legged on the floor, hands in his lap as he looks at the stuff.* "is this art supplies?"

*he nods, chirping excitedly as he sits beside him*

"oh. fun. why?"

*he gives him a 'well, why not?' look as he pushes some paper over to him insistently, trying to get him to join in*

"oh- i mean, i dont draw-" *he insists, but when riley pushes the paper again, he sighs and grabs a pencil.* "alright, fine."

*he makes a happy noise, flopping down on his stomach and grabbing marker*

*he gives a messy sketch of an old-fashioned airplane, speaking while he draws.* "say, did they ever use planes in the second great war? i used to sit out on the porch and look for the planes. i wonder if people did that after me."

*He nods, humming softly to himself as he scribbles on the paper, before pausing and grabbing another to write on*

"There were more planes when I was alive. And spaceships too"

"how is space? have you been?" *he focuses on his drawing for a second before speaking again.* "i wonder if people in the future can touch stars."

*he shakes his head, frowning* "They don't let people like me be astronauts"

"what does that mean?" *he frowns and waits a second, quieter with his second question.* "what's an astronaut?"

"You have to pass a health check before they'll let you go to space." *he huffs softly*

"Astronauts are the men who go to space."

"oh." *he frowns.* "are women not allowed to go to space? and why would you fail the health check?"

*He shakes his head*

"No, only men. And my leg doesn't work right"

*he huffs.* "the future gives men boobs but girls cant go to space. the future sucks. im glad im not alive for it. i hope your leg gets better."

*he squints at Ciaran suspiciously, wondering if he knows he's trans*

"Girls can go to space in Star Trek future. And it won't. It's been this way since I was sick when I was little"

"well, the star trek future isn't real yet. don't they have the polio vaccine in the future or something? why do they have the polio vaccine but girls can't go to space? i know this affects neither of us but im annoyed anyways. you're trading one insane development for setting another one back. polio vaccine exists, but women cant go to space."

*he grumbles and returns to his drawing for a few minutes before adding* "im realizing i phrased that like you have polio. i dunno if you do, but i didn't mean to imply that you did."

*he stares at him blankly*

"How did you know?"

"oh. did you? have polio, i mean."

*ciaran walks into the room, holding a clarinet (of all things, really?), with a grin on his face.*

"apparently," *he says without waiting for fionan to acknowledge him.* "i used to play the clarinet while i was alive. and i have now remembered how to play it." *he smiles mischeviously.*

-( @ciaran-leith )

*he's sitting on his bed rubbing his temples when Ciarán walks in, but looks up in curiosity when he speaks*

You play music? *His tone is interested, though he seems abnormally out of it, but hardly enough to tell.*

"apparently." *he hums.* "are you alright? you look ill."

I'm quite fine. *He gives a slight nod as he stands up, coming over to examine the instrument*

I've always wanted to learn to play something, but never truly got the chance.

"you seem like you'd play the flute. or, at least, you seem as if you'd like it. iren was learning how to play." *he hummed, holding out the instrument for fionán to look at.* "don't touch the reed. it'll break. are you sure you're fine? you look terrible."

I remember being most interested in the piano, *he hums.softly, running his fingers down the length of the body* Aye, I'm sure. Tis nothing more than a headache.

"they have a piano in the music room, if you're ever inclined to learn." *he shrugs, bringing the clarinet up to do a basic scale before setting it down on his dresser.* "you should sit down. you dont look well at all. you're paler than usual."

Aye, I'm aware, *he gives a slight nod as he sits back on the bed* I've been experimenting with it a bit... Gladys said she's teach me to play violin, but then I bruised a few ribs sparring with Kipley, and we haven't gotten around to it yet. I feel alright.

"take her up on the offer. i'd love to see you play. and i don't care if you feel fine, you look ill, so you're going to keep yourself sat there for a little while until you look even remotely better."

Are you mothering me? *He raises an eyebrow, but lays back on the bed, throwing his arm over his eyes*

"if you'd like to call it mothering, then go ahead." *he smiles.*

Hm, next think I know you'll be calling Holly because you think I'm too pale. *teasing*

"who's holly?" *he cocks his head to the side, frowning.*

You don't remember Holly? *He raises his brow at him*

"no." *he waits a second before continuing.* "have i met her?"

....Aye, she was nearly the first wisp you met.

"what? since when?"

...Since I took you to meet Laura? Holly was there too.

"i do not remember that in the slight- oh. thats a lie. yes i do. i dont remember anything about that situation because i was terrified, but i know what youre talking about now."

*Riley tumbles into the room, arms full of papers and various art supplies he's pilfered from somewhere, trilling softly at Ciarán when he sees him*

—@space--the-final-fontier

"oh, hello. i havent seen you in ages. what's all that?" *he hums.*

*he drops it on the floor and grins at him, gesturing excitedly to the pile*

*he gets off of the bed to sit cross legged on the floor, hands in his lap as he looks at the stuff.* "is this art supplies?"

*he nods, chirping excitedly as he sits beside him*

"oh. fun. why?"

*he gives him a 'well, why not?' look as he pushes some paper over to him insistently, trying to get him to join in*

"oh- i mean, i dont draw-" *he insists, but when riley pushes the paper again, he sighs and grabs a pencil.* "alright, fine."

*he makes a happy noise, flopping down on his stomach and grabbing marker*

*he gives a messy sketch of an old-fashioned airplane, speaking while he draws.* "say, did they ever use planes in the second great war? i used to sit out on the porch and look for the planes. i wonder if people did that after me."

*He nods, humming softly to himself as he scribbles on the paper, before pausing and grabbing another to write on*

"There were more planes when I was alive. And spaceships too"

"how is space? have you been?" *he focuses on his drawing for a second before speaking again.* "i wonder if people in the future can touch stars."

*he shakes his head, frowning* "They don't let people like me be astronauts"

"what does that mean?" *he frowns and waits a second, quieter with his second question.* "what's an astronaut?"

"You have to pass a health check before they'll let you go to space." *he huffs softly*

"Astronauts are the men who go to space."

"oh." *he frowns.* "are women not allowed to go to space? and why would you fail the health check?"

*He shakes his head*

"No, only men. And my leg doesn't work right"

*he huffs.* "the future gives men boobs but girls cant go to space. the future sucks. im glad im not alive for it. i hope your leg gets better."

*he squints at Ciaran suspiciously, wondering if he knows he's trans*

"Girls can go to space in Star Trek future. And it won't. It's been this way since I was sick when I was little"

#ciaran shut the fuck up stop talking abouf polio why the fuck are you so weird

"well, the star trek future isn't real yet. don't they have the polio vaccine in the future or something? why do they have the polio vaccine but girls can't go to space? i know this affects neither of us but im annoyed anyways. you're trading one insane development for setting another one back. polio vaccine exists, but women cant go to space."

*he grumbles and returns to his drawing for a few minutes before adding* "im realizing i phrased that like you have polio. i dunno if you do, but i didn't mean to imply that you did."

*ciaran walks into the room, holding a clarinet (of all things, really?), with a grin on his face.*

"apparently," *he says without waiting for fionan to acknowledge him.* "i used to play the clarinet while i was alive. and i have now remembered how to play it." *he smiles mischeviously.*

-( @ciaran-leith )

*he's sitting on his bed rubbing his temples when Ciarán walks in, but looks up in curiosity when he speaks*

You play music? *His tone is interested, though he seems abnormally out of it, but hardly enough to tell.*

"apparently." *he hums.* "are you alright? you look ill."

I'm quite fine. *He gives a slight nod as he stands up, coming over to examine the instrument*

I've always wanted to learn to play something, but never truly got the chance.

"you seem like you'd play the flute. or, at least, you seem as if you'd like it. iren was learning how to play." *he hummed, holding out the instrument for fionán to look at.* "don't touch the reed. it'll break. are you sure you're fine? you look terrible."

I remember being most interested in the piano, *he hums.softly, running his fingers down the length of the body* Aye, I'm sure. Tis nothing more than a headache.

"they have a piano in the music room, if you're ever inclined to learn." *he shrugs, bringing the clarinet up to do a basic scale before setting it down on his dresser.* "you should sit down. you dont look well at all. you're paler than usual."

Aye, I'm aware, *he gives a slight nod as he sits back on the bed* I've been experimenting with it a bit... Gladys said she's teach me to play violin, but then I bruised a few ribs sparring with Kipley, and we haven't gotten around to it yet. I feel alright.

"take her up on the offer. i'd love to see you play. and i don't care if you feel fine, you look ill, so you're going to keep yourself sat there for a little while until you look even remotely better."

Are you mothering me? *He raises an eyebrow, but lays back on the bed, throwing his arm over his eyes*

"if you'd like to call it mothering, then go ahead." *he smiles.*

Hm, next think I know you'll be calling Holly because you think I'm too pale. *teasing*

"who's holly?" *he cocks his head to the side, frowning.*

You don't remember Holly? *He raises his brow at him*

"no." *he waits a second before continuing.* "have i met her?"

....Aye, she was nearly the first wisp you met.

"what? since when?"

*Riley tumbles into the room, arms full of papers and various art supplies he's pilfered from somewhere, trilling softly at Ciarán when he sees him*

—@space--the-final-fontier

"oh, hello. i havent seen you in ages. what's all that?" *he hums.*

*he drops it on the floor and grins at him, gesturing excitedly to the pile*

*he gets off of the bed to sit cross legged on the floor, hands in his lap as he looks at the stuff.* "is this art supplies?"

*he nods, chirping excitedly as he sits beside him*

"oh. fun. why?"

*he gives him a 'well, why not?' look as he pushes some paper over to him insistently, trying to get him to join in*

"oh- i mean, i dont draw-" *he insists, but when riley pushes the paper again, he sighs and grabs a pencil.* "alright, fine."

*he makes a happy noise, flopping down on his stomach and grabbing marker*

*he gives a messy sketch of an old-fashioned airplane, speaking while he draws.* "say, did they ever use planes in the second great war? i used to sit out on the porch and look for the planes. i wonder if people did that after me."

*He nods, humming softly to himself as he scribbles on the paper, before pausing and grabbing another to write on*

"There were more planes when I was alive. And spaceships too"

"how is space? have you been?" *he focuses on his drawing for a second before speaking again.* "i wonder if people in the future can touch stars."

*he shakes his head, frowning* "They don't let people like me be astronauts"

"what does that mean?" *he frowns and waits a second, quieter with his second question.* "what's an astronaut?"

"You have to pass a health check before they'll let you go to space." *he huffs softly*

"Astronauts are the men who go to space."

"oh." *he frowns.* "are women not allowed to go to space? and why would you fail the health check?"

*He shakes his head*

"No, only men. And my leg doesn't work right"

*he huffs.* "the future gives men boobs but girls cant go to space. the future sucks. im glad im not alive for it. i hope your leg gets better."

*ciaran walks into the room, holding a clarinet (of all things, really?), with a grin on his face.*

"apparently," *he says without waiting for fionan to acknowledge him.* "i used to play the clarinet while i was alive. and i have now remembered how to play it." *he smiles mischeviously.*

-( @ciaran-leith )

*he's sitting on his bed rubbing his temples when Ciarán walks in, but looks up in curiosity when he speaks*

You play music? *His tone is interested, though he seems abnormally out of it, but hardly enough to tell.*

"apparently." *he hums.* "are you alright? you look ill."

I'm quite fine. *He gives a slight nod as he stands up, coming over to examine the instrument*

I've always wanted to learn to play something, but never truly got the chance.

"you seem like you'd play the flute. or, at least, you seem as if you'd like it. iren was learning how to play." *he hummed, holding out the instrument for fionán to look at.* "don't touch the reed. it'll break. are you sure you're fine? you look terrible."

I remember being most interested in the piano, *he hums.softly, running his fingers down the length of the body* Aye, I'm sure. Tis nothing more than a headache.

"they have a piano in the music room, if you're ever inclined to learn." *he shrugs, bringing the clarinet up to do a basic scale before setting it down on his dresser.* "you should sit down. you dont look well at all. you're paler than usual."

Aye, I'm aware, *he gives a slight nod as he sits back on the bed* I've been experimenting with it a bit... Gladys said she's teach me to play violin, but then I bruised a few ribs sparring with Kipley, and we haven't gotten around to it yet. I feel alright.

"take her up on the offer. i'd love to see you play. and i don't care if you feel fine, you look ill, so you're going to keep yourself sat there for a little while until you look even remotely better."

Are you mothering me? *He raises an eyebrow, but lays back on the bed, throwing his arm over his eyes*

"if you'd like to call it mothering, then go ahead." *he smiles.*

Hm, next think I know you'll be calling Holly because you think I'm too pale. *teasing*

"who's holly?" *he cocks his head to the side, frowning.*

You don't remember Holly? *He raises his brow at him*

#hes too forgetful for his own good

"no." *he waits a second before continuing.* "have i met her?"

*Riley tumbles into the room, arms full of papers and various art supplies he's pilfered from somewhere, trilling softly at Ciarán when he sees him*

—@space--the-final-fontier

"oh, hello. i havent seen you in ages. what's all that?" *he hums.*

*he drops it on the floor and grins at him, gesturing excitedly to the pile*

*he gets off of the bed to sit cross legged on the floor, hands in his lap as he looks at the stuff.* "is this art supplies?"

*he nods, chirping excitedly as he sits beside him*

"oh. fun. why?"

*he gives him a 'well, why not?' look as he pushes some paper over to him insistently, trying to get him to join in*

"oh- i mean, i dont draw-" *he insists, but when riley pushes the paper again, he sighs and grabs a pencil.* "alright, fine."

*he makes a happy noise, flopping down on his stomach and grabbing marker*

*he gives a messy sketch of an old-fashioned airplane, speaking while he draws.* "say, did they ever use planes in the second great war? i used to sit out on the porch and look for the planes. i wonder if people did that after me."

*He nods, humming softly to himself as he scribbles on the paper, before pausing and grabbing another to write on*

"There were more planes when I was alive. And spaceships too"

"how is space? have you been?" *he focuses on his drawing for a second before speaking again.* "i wonder if people in the future can touch stars."

*he shakes his head, frowning* "They don't let people like me be astronauts"

"what does that mean?" *he frowns and waits a second, quieter with his second question.* "what's an astronaut?"

"You have to pass a health check before they'll let you go to space." *he huffs softly*

"Astronauts are the men who go to space."

"oh." *he frowns.* "are women not allowed to go to space? and why would you fail the health check?"

*ciaran walks into the room, holding a clarinet (of all things, really?), with a grin on his face.*

"apparently," *he says without waiting for fionan to acknowledge him.* "i used to play the clarinet while i was alive. and i have now remembered how to play it." *he smiles mischeviously.*

-( @ciaran-leith )

*he's sitting on his bed rubbing his temples when Ciarán walks in, but looks up in curiosity when he speaks*

You play music? *His tone is interested, though he seems abnormally out of it, but hardly enough to tell.*

"apparently." *he hums.* "are you alright? you look ill."

I'm quite fine. *He gives a slight nod as he stands up, coming over to examine the instrument*

I've always wanted to learn to play something, but never truly got the chance.

"you seem like you'd play the flute. or, at least, you seem as if you'd like it. iren was learning how to play." *he hummed, holding out the instrument for fionán to look at.* "don't touch the reed. it'll break. are you sure you're fine? you look terrible."

I remember being most interested in the piano, *he hums.softly, running his fingers down the length of the body* Aye, I'm sure. Tis nothing more than a headache.

"they have a piano in the music room, if you're ever inclined to learn." *he shrugs, bringing the clarinet up to do a basic scale before setting it down on his dresser.* "you should sit down. you dont look well at all. you're paler than usual."

Aye, I'm aware, *he gives a slight nod as he sits back on the bed* I've been experimenting with it a bit... Gladys said she's teach me to play violin, but then I bruised a few ribs sparring with Kipley, and we haven't gotten around to it yet. I feel alright.

"take her up on the offer. i'd love to see you play. and i don't care if you feel fine, you look ill, so you're going to keep yourself sat there for a little while until you look even remotely better."

Are you mothering me? *He raises an eyebrow, but lays back on the bed, throwing his arm over his eyes*

"if you'd like to call it mothering, then go ahead." *he smiles.*

Hm, next think I know you'll be calling Holly because you think I'm too pale. *teasing*