#astrasummer

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.

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.

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..

 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.

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?”

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.

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.