20. [mostly action]

[frost_jewel]

[Mia has been through a lot recently. The invasion wasn't so terrible, but its aftermath and the information surrounding it dealt a blow she still hasn't been able to face properly. Then, some of her dearest people went on a mission that continues to tear them apart inside - and may do a similar thing to all of them in due time, depending on what happens as a result. Then she became, briefly, herself but a few years younger, which might sound like a reprieve but was really just a way of delaying the inevitable backlash. Mia knows better than to think that that might be the 'punishment' coming to them after aiding in the implementation of a shift explosive.

In all that time, the way she interacts with people shifted, too. She is as friendly and welcoming as ever, but in some places more...distracted-seeming, perhaps, or carrying an air of professional civility instead of closeness. If anything, her tenure as pre-adventure Mia only reinforced her ability to stand at that distance.

Things haven't much calmed down, but she can't think of a time better than the present to take care of some things she's put off since the invasion happened. Shuffling them all around her work schedule means it happens at odd hours, but that's just how things have to be. She seeks out specific friends of hers, and stops by the plaza clinic to see who might be around. It isn't her usual routine, but she also goes to the cafe - though hardly a coffee drinker - for a change of pace. The gallery too.

Sometime in the afternoon, she finds a quiet corner to attempt to send a filtered message to Luceti's newest in-world resident, without knowing exactly how:]

Could we speak about a few things in person?

[It might work, it might not.

No matter how that turns out, as night falls she'll skip training, opting to visit the beach instead. To walk along the water with her bare feet in the sand and...hope that helps, somehow.]

[[ooc: Building walls with lego-bricks made of words, around here. Go nuts! Just not totally nuts.]]

Comments

[frost_jewel]

[Mia's gotten used to seeing Primrose pop up at the clinic; eventually she might kick the habit of calling her Rosie.]

Hello. I am, but I don't expect it will be very busy. [Though she hasn't made any kind of formal agreement about teaching her, Mia certainly doesn't mind.]

[prims]

Well, I hope not - at least, nothing happening, so...that's always nice.

[frost_jewel]

Nice, and quiet. Are you here to do something specific today?

[prims]

Not really. I just wanted to do some studying, and I figured I could do that here just in case any extra hands were needed. ...Or in case I could look in on anything that does come in.

[frost_jewel]

[Mia has a weakness for the dedicated studious type; Prim earns herself a much more genuine smile.]

If nothing does, we could always walk over to the battledome and use the simulator there. [She's nicer about the scenarios than Law tends to be, their teaching styles rooted in different methods.]

[prims]

[ She earns a curious glance in return. ]

The simulator...? I know there is one, I just never thought...well, it's the "Battle Dome". I thought all the simulations were just for battle.

[frost_jewel]

They can be. There's one we use to teach people first aid for a battle, and others- places to train or just to be. It's that first one we could use today, though.

[prims]

I'd like that, then.

[ ...Although she hopes there aren't firebombs, because that still hits close to home. ]

[frost_jewel]

[When Mia's in charge, there isn't usually much action to the simulation; the focus is far more on the injuries themselves and less one the conditions of battle around them.]

Do you mind waiting a little while? I'd hate to not be here if someone does come in.

[prims]

Of course not. I mean, I did bring things to do.

[ studying things, anyway. ]

[frost_jewel]

Then if nothing happens here in about an hour, we can head back across the village for a lesson or two.

[prims]

It's a deal! ...Is there any busywork that needs doing?

[frost_jewel]

There is always busywork that needs doing. [Like it's a private joke, Mia grins.] Probably the supply rooms.

[prims]

It's not so different from home, then. I'd be happy to start organizing.