#astrasummer

[odettexswan]

Odette had waited for what felt like her whole life to go to a place like Paris. Being in Munich and Philadelphia pretty much her whole life had been wonderful. She’d seen amazing things in her life but nothing as amazing as the museums in Paris. She had grown up going to almost every museum in Philadelphia that she could find both on school trips and during her own free time with her father.

She’d waited for what felt like hours by herself to get into The Louvre. When you only have a chance once in your life to go somewhere as amazing as that, you take your chance. She felt smaller than ever in the crowded museum, folding her arms in front of her. The little blonde perked up a little when she saw someone familiar walking a few feet ahead of her. Speeding up her walking a little bit, she tapped the other person on the arm. “Hello, fellow astranaut,” she said quietly.

[tidewashed]

To say that Ariel woke with a jolt in her system and a spring in her step was a gross understatement — for reasons she couldn’t even begin to explain, she had woken up with her voice back. Five years of voicelessness, and suddenly her voice had returned, as if she’d used it all this time? She didn’t know whether to laugh or cry at this kind of magic. But it was beautiful, and there was no way she wasn’t going to use her voice while she still had it — who knows if it would disappear again.

So, nervous as she was, she found herself at a bar with an open mic, surrounded by people from everywhere — she could hear French, English and even North African chatter in the space, and the fact that there were so many people around filled her with a kind of glee she hadn’t felt in a long time. She had already signed up for the open mic and asked someone if they could play the guitar for the songs in her little set. It hadn’t started yet, so she tilted her head up to see if anyone she knew was there. And there was — how exciting! With an ice-cold glass of rum and coke in her hand, she made her way towards them. “Hi!” she said excitedly. “How are you? Are you here for the open mic?”

[kccpoutofreach-blog]

Laid stretched out on the beach sand, Sid stared up at the stars, mind foggy with alcohol. There were a few empty bottles of beer scattered beside him. Barcelona was.. interesting. It wasn’t exactly something he was use to. To arrive in Astra only to be sent away and separated from Scud had kind of put him in a feral mood but, well, the festive air eventually got to him. Chuckling to himself in a drunken stupor over NOTHING, he tried to make images out of the stars. It would help if they stopped moving so much..

A sudden kick to his leg made him realise that, in the dark of night, he probably wasn’t that visible. Feeling someone trip over him, Sid grumbled out an apology; “Shit... my bad.”

[mickeywindsormouse-blog]

If there was something that Michael loved, it was indulging in all of the food that Barcelona had to offer him. Very soon into the trip, he realized that the meals became his very favorite part of the day. Just as he was chowing down on a tortilla Española rather aggressively, he locked eyes with another soul across the restaurant. Mouth gaping open, it was easily an embarrassing moment for him. To cover up his gross appearance, he closed his maw and waved enthusiastically and swallowed all of his food in one, painful gulp before smiling softly. “Howdy.”

[donnyducko-blog]

 Barcelona. A beautiful city, despite that Donald couldn’t count on both hands how many times he’d been here. It stayed pretty every time, though that could have always just been the heat talking. As of now, he had been away from the other astranauts for the day, feeling a bit out, as he frequently did. But that ended up being just fine, as he’d found some fans, and had been signing things for them.

 But, as the last young woman took her squealing off with her friends, there was someone he recognized. “I’m guessing you don’t need anything signed?”

[jamesjhook-blog]

James really enjoyed people watching, especially in a place like Barcelona. Always new people to con and different languages to be heard around every corner. A few years ago, a place like this had been paradise even though he never thought he would be able to stay somewhere that didn’t have a curfew or bed bugs. The hotel they were at now seemed pretty clear of both of those things so far which was a big plus. As he was watching the people walk past him, he saw someone that definitely looked familiar. A wide grin spread across his face and he whistled to get the person’s attention, “Hey space cadet!” He waved a hand at them, not moving from his seat on the bench, “how’s Barcelona treating you?”

[cleverasthedevill-blog]

Paris, one of Carla’s favorite places to visit. She had never felt more relaxed since becoming a part of the astra program. The moment she got off the plane, she tossed her things into her hotel room and began exploring the city. It was like a second home to her, really, but that didn’t mean she didn’t want to take her sweet time strolling along. She wasn’t worried about any other astranauts, stupid plane trouble, or her struggling muse for her designs. There was an actual smile on her face as she walked.

It didn’t last for long though. She was pulling out a cigarette and was just about to light it when she noticed them.Of course a fellow astranaut was approaching her. “Darling, I don’t mean to be rude but....don’t kill my vibe.”

[wcrldofmyown-blog]

Barcelona was not somewhere Alice ever saw herself visiting. She had zero interest and hated travelling more than anything. If it wasn’t for Madden and his glorious Xanax, she would have jumped off the plane mid-flight. The moment she was one solid ground she ran out of the plane and practically collapsed. She didn’t care how people saw her, she was just grateful to be on land.

That was a few hours ago, and now she was bored. Boredom was not something that sat well with Alice. She flipped through the guidebook at least a hundred times and couldn’t settle on a single thing. Eventually she gave up and sat in the middle of the hotel lobby, staring at one of the chandeliers. “What is one to do....” she mumbled, not really caring if anyone heard her.