Skaters Gonna Skate [Open]

[lefthandedgenius]

When: Through December & January
Where: A skating rink in the city; a frozen pond in Xanadu, anyplace where there's ice to skate on!
Rating: Let's call it PG-13.
Characters: Lydia Martin and YOU!
Summary: One Lydia's favorite things in all the worlds is ice skating. Come skate with her!




There's a short list of things Lydia loves. Math. Astrophysics. Yoga Ice skating.

The last time she'd put on skates, she'd been at the rink in Beacon Hills with Allison, Scott, and Stiles. She had thought for a few hours she might be able to escape the living nightmare her life had become, but it had been in vain. She had a few moments of peace before Peter Hale's influence had warped it into a horror. She'd screamed so loud her throat felt raw for days afterward.

She hadn't skated since. She hadn't been in the mood. There was no one to go with. With everything going on she didn't have time. There were always excuses.

But there are no excuses here. No reason for her not to enjoy herself, to reclaim something that was dear to her.

So Lydia skates. Every day, whether at the rink or in the chilly outdoors. Wobbly at first but then with increasing confidence, soon enough she glides across the ice, eventually even daring arabesques, spins, and the occasional single spin.

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[saturniapavonia]

[Skates laced and in sensible winter clothing, Roman Godfrey takes to the ice pretty well actually. No. He didn't have lessons. Okay maybe two lessons. That doesn't mean he has a full routine to give anyone at any time.

This is nice. If not cold. Friends. Open air.

...the opportunity to see Peter fall down and have it look like he can actually do something better for once.]

[lefthandedgenius]

[Lydia spots Roman, assumes Peter cannot be far behind. She skates toward him with a smile, skidding to a stop with a flurry of ice spray.]

Hey! [Her smile is a mile wide.] I'm glad you guys came out.

[velveteenwolf]

[Peter's at Roman's side, following the taller teen out onto the ice. He's only a little unsteady, despite that he's never done this before; that whole unerring balance thing helps a lot. He manages to trail after Roman with a minimum of flailing.]

Hey.

[saturniapavonia]

[The nudge has him slide. And wobble a little wait. Wait. Okay. We're good. He grins too.]

Sounded like fun. I dunno the last time I skated. Some of us are sort of new at it.

[AHEM.]

[lefthandedgenius]

[Lydia holds out a hand to Peter.] Roman, grab his other one. Together we'll keep him upright.

[More true, possibly, than any of them know.]

You ready, Peter?

[velveteenwolf]

[He's tempted to protest. He's not that bad at this, and he's definitely not a child. Well. This month anyway.

But, he doesn't really want to argue it, and so instead he lets Lydia take his hand, and holds out his other to Roman. He tilts his head, blue eyes catching greens, a lift of an eyebrow.

He's not certain that this will keep them from ending up in a pile on the ice, but, when it's Roman and Lydia, it's easy enough to let himself get carried along.]

Yeah, I guess..

[overdraws]

[ On one of these days, Allison is watching on the sidelines, geared up for winter, lacing up her skates. She's not a terrible ice skater, can manage to get around the rink with some speed and without holding on to the wall, but she's nowhere near Lydia's level. She calls out to Lydia on the ice with a grin. ] Ever think of trying out for the Olympics?

[lefthandedgenius]

[Lydia skates over, coming to a stop in front of Allison with cheeks flushed merrily pink.] Nah, I'm not that good. I mean, I started down that path when I was little, but eventually I figured out it wasn't really for me, not as a competitive sport. I just love skating.

Did you invite Scott?

[overdraws]

[ Lydia not being competitive at something? Color Allison a tiny bit surprised, until she realizes that this isn't science or math.

That next bit makes her falter a little, and Allison bends down further, concentrating on making her her skates are tight. ] No.

[lefthandedgenius]

[Silence a moment while she tries to determine how to interpret the faltering before putting on a sunny smile. Never know when someone could be falling in love with it, right?]

Well that's alright. I've been completely surrounded by guys for a while now so a little feminine energy is nice.

[overdraws]

[ This is why she likes you, Lydia. She smiles a little, standing up and walking her way over to the rink. ] You, surrounded by guys? Never.

[lefthandedgenius]

[She holds out her hand in invitation.] Been beating them off with a stick. [It's hard for her to keep a straight face, really.]

[overdraws]

[ Allison takes it. ] That must be so new for you.

[phonetical]

[Uhura's frowning at the ice skates in her hand. To be more specific, she's frowning directly at the blade part of it since her hand is inside the boot and she's holding it upside down. There are a lot of things Uhura knows how to do, some better than others; ice skating is not one of them. The only ice she's seen growing up were the cubes in her refrigerator and as an adult, the ones the starship replicator belched out. Kenya doesn't do winter and neither does San Francisco for the most part.

This might be one of those things that will be her downfall. Literally.]

[lefthandedgenius]

[Lydia glides up the edge of the ice, looking delighted to see her friend.] Uhura! You need some help? It's not as hard as it looks, I promise.

[phonetical]

[Uhura glances up from the skate towards Lydia and down back again. Not at hard as it looks, she says. Uhura moves back to Lydia with a cocked eyebrow and a point of her chin to a guy falling flat on his ass a few feet away.]

I think he would disagree with you.

[lefthandedgenius]

[She shrugs.] It's like anything you learn. You're not too great at it without practice. You may fall a few times, but you just have to get back up. But balancing on skates really isn't as hard as it looks. Starting and stopping, though... [Lydia lifts her brows in amusement.]

[phonetical]

[Uhura's unsure about all of this. This is a girl who has never failed at anything in her life. Top scores, perfect attendance, excellent commendations... all of the things she's tried she succeeded at without a hitch.

This ice skating thing? One giant hitch.

She sighs and pulls the skate onto her foot, not wanting this simple activity to be the first thing she gives up one just from unfamiliarity. She never let that happen before and she's not going to do that now.]

Fine, fine. Let me just get these on.

But could I maybe poke Uhura up there? ^ ^ ^

[candothat]

[Chekov prefers running skating. He also prefers running without shoes on, which is frowned upon when there's snow on the ground. This is why, on occasion, skating replaces running as his primary physical exercise of the day during the winter.

Of course he can ice skate. (Although, no, not all Russians can, especially in the future where going outside is barely even necessary.) His mother was a very good ice skater and had taught him to skate when they had lived off of the Taganrog Bay. He never mastered the spins and jumps and graceful ice-dancing techniques his mother was known for, but he can skate well and fast. Chekov likes to skate around the edges of the pond or lake (skating is an outdoor sport, always), timing himself in his head, attempting to beat his previous times.

But he can always stop for company. When he catches sight of Lydia, Chekov finishes his final lap and glides over to her, willing to wait for her to acknowledge him.]

I don't mind! Go for it!

[lefthandedgenius]

[Lydia is skating to the music in her head, and will give lip to anyone who says that's weird. Spinning and sweeping across the ice has given her a contented air, and when she notices Chekov she skates up to him with a smile, automatically holding out her hand.]

Hey Pavel.

[She tilts her head a little, hand still held out in an obvious communication of C'mon, let's skate!]

And pretend I didn't just skip whole words in that tag.

[candothat]

[Lydia's fun to watch. She's not as good as his mother was--and no one ever will be, as far as he's concerned--but she's graceful and she looks happy.]

Hello, Lydia. [He grins and takes her hand.] Do you skate often?

[lefthandedgenius]

Oh, I love it. I've been skating every day here, but back home, for a while, I stopped.

[She is soon able to gauge his level of expertise, and isn't surprise by it one bit.]

Bad associations for a while, you know? But I realized I can't let something I love be taken away from me.

[candothat]

[Just don't make him do anything fancy, Lyds. He doesn't want to fall on his ass and look like an idiot.]

I'm sorry that it was ruined for you, for a time.

[lefthandedgenius]

[The grin she gives him is confident, sure of herself.] It's not ruined anymore.

You're really good, though. But I'd take away your Awesome Russian Points if you didn't know how to skate.

[She dares scooting a bit in front of him, turning to face him, and skating backwards while holding his hands. All he has to do is continue to skate forwards. Simple, right?]

[candothat]

[He's glad that she hasn't let anything terrible ruin what she likes. Not everyone is so resilient.]

Not all Russians know how to skate, not in the twenty-third century.

[Simple! Why does he have a feeling she's going to do something that may or may not make him fall on his face?]