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ioduanlogs2018-07-11 12:52 am
wrathfulkhan) wrote in ioduanlogs2018-07-11 12:52 am
[angrily sings circus music]
Characters: Gene Khan, Miles Upshur, Aly Haskell, and y'all
Date: throughout July
Location: Aifaran and environs
Situation: hooliganry
Warnings/Rating: Will be added as they arise
[A] | Gene | throughout Aifaran | throughout July | open
Gene's trying to cope. Don't think about it. He wants to live outside the Dreaming Bridge - since it's about that time - and he's looking for somewhere small to live, within his means.
Somewhere to live alone.
Don't think about that.
He's also trying to find a place for the dojo. He wants somewhere in a reasonably high-traffic area, but he also wants to be realistic. He only has so much money, after all. Gene had liked teaching, and seemed to be pretty good at it. If he talked to Bakura and Valdis, maybe the three of them could pool their money and get a reasonably-sized building in a decent location. (If they wanted to go back to teaching at the dojo anyway. He wants to do it, whether they're in or not.)
He can also be found sitting in a teahouse, taking notes, sketching out potential floor plans for the dojo. Once, he finds himself sketching something like the house that he, Tony, and Pepper used to have, and a cold hand grips his heart before he angrily scribbles over it and crumples up the paper.
Don't think about that.
[B] | Gene | Pepper and Bakura's place | June 29 | closed to Bakura
When you feel like your very existence is an imposition, it's hard to spend extended amounts of time in someone else's place. But Gene's accepted the offer to stay with Pepper and Bakura anyway so he wouldn't be alone, and now he's beginning to feel like that may have been a mistake. He doesn't like feeling like he has to stay out of the way, and he knows that's all in his head. Pepper and Bakura are his friends, but his nerves are stretched so thin that he's trying not to go into the walking-on-eggshells state he hadn't been in since he'd gotten out from under Zhang's thumb. Completely in his head. Pepper and Bakura are my friends. It's fine.
Didn't change the fact that he spent a lot of the time when he was in the house staying out of sight, though.
[C] | Miles | throughout Aifaran | early July | open | Justice 1
Though he's undeterred from his main thread about Jack, Miles is still wandering the city, looking for more stories. Got to keep his mind fresh while he's trying to compile more leads on his main story, after all. For now, he's learned his lesson about looking before leaping.
The best way to find a story, believe it or not, is just to be personable. People will drop information whether they know it or not. Besides, at the heart of it, he likes people. Especially here in Aifaran. They're always interesting.
Seems like the Sentry doesn't find him to be too endearing, though, which is partially why he's decided to be, well, Miles, and cheerfully talk to them. They look at him with great suspicion, like they're certain he's stolen something. Seems that his reputation has spread, especially after busting into Valdis' office last month.
"Hey, how's it going? Fancy a handshake?" He holds out one of his mangled hands to a Bresilykian member of the Sentry, who looks at it with equal parts suspicion and disdain.
[D] | Miles | a park | early July | closed to Ilda
What does a grown-ass man do while he is waiting to dance in public like a fool? Climb a tree. Despite his missing digits, Miles actually isn't doing too badly at it. With a little bit of effort, he hauls himself up to the lowest branch, about nine feet off the ground, and sits on it, waiting for Ilda.
"Hey!" he says, waving when he sees her.
[E] | Miles | the streets | July 6 | closed to Valdis
Miles wakes up suppressing a shout. He's in a cold sweat, his mind reeling; who is he? He looks at the end of his arm, and his vision wavers - is there a hand there or not?
There is. There is. Not with all its fingers, but it's there. He can still hear the scratch-scratch-scratching of the pen, the ravings of the madwoman that aren't quite so mad - an experience too like his own.
His skin prickles, and he can't force the Walrider fully down. There's too much adrenaline pumping through his veins. He thanks whoever's listening that he doesn't have a roommate right now, and he opens the window, jumping through it. The nanites slow his fall, and when he lands, he runs.
He has to get the adrenaline out. He has to get himself under control. He knows his eyes are silvered and he can see the cloud of nanites surrounding him, making his form hazy in the midnight dark. And he hopes he doesn't run into anyone while he's out here.
Nobody surprise me. Please, nobody surprise me. I don't want to know what I might do by accident.
[F] | Aly | around Aifaran | throughout July | open | Arts 5
Aly's having fun painting with Ilda (okay, well, graffiti-ing). She'd always liked art, and this was a fun outlet. The danger of getting caught made it more fun, she's pretty sure.
While she's scoping out new spots, she's considering what to paint - and quite suddenly a glowing fish appears before her, floating in midair. She can see the brushstrokes that make it up.
"Blub," it says.
"What," says Aly.
[G] | Aly | a market | mid-July | closed to Rutile
Okay, what do you need for a trip out to the end of everything?
Nothing quite so dramatic, of course, but still - their expedition to the barrier is going to require a good bit of stocking up on supplies. At least Aly has some experience with metaphysical nonsense, so that's a point in their favor. Maybe it'll answer some questions Aly still has about this version of Konryu that Aly now lives in.
Maybe if I cut into the barrier, it'll send me home.
It really does look too much like the aurora she'd seen that one time in the in-between place. Maybe it was related, somehow.
She picks up a bag of curamija jerky and glances over at her companion. "Rutile? Do you eat meat?"
[H] | Aly | around Aifaran | mid-July | closed to Ilda
Is it the middle of the night? Yes. Does Aly have luminescent paint? Also yes. Is she about to engage in some hooliganry with Ilda? Well, it's art, but yes.
"So," she says, stretching, "what are we gonna paint?"
[I] | Aly | Dreaming Bridge | early July | closed to Conan and/or Alice
Aly's gotten used to the idea of roommates, sort of. She'll have to get used to it even more, because of college in a couple years, but she's reasonably sure that one of her roomies won't be a six-year-old.
"Hey, friendo," she says to whoever enters the room, baby child or goth girl. "What's up?" She's laying on her bed, sketching something out. Someone observant may recognize it as a start of a sigil...or, depending on what she's doodling, something like some of the glow-in-the-dark graffiti around the city.
[J] | Gene | Valdis' place | July 26 | closed to Valdis
The temporary visitors hadn't brought Tony with them, and Gene was a little relieved about that. He didn't think that he could deal with an established time limit on their time together, and Tony being taken away again so soon would be so cruel. Average for his life, but so, so cruel.
Valdis, though - she'd been through something similar, and it took him until just now to decide to ask her. He'd leave if prodding the trauma was too much, but he needed to ask.
He knocked on the door and waited. "Valdis?"
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Date: throughout July
Location: Aifaran and environs
Situation: hooliganry
Warnings/Rating: Will be added as they arise
[A] | Gene | throughout Aifaran | throughout July | open
Gene's trying to cope. Don't think about it. He wants to live outside the Dreaming Bridge - since it's about that time - and he's looking for somewhere small to live, within his means.
Somewhere to live alone.
Don't think about that.
He's also trying to find a place for the dojo. He wants somewhere in a reasonably high-traffic area, but he also wants to be realistic. He only has so much money, after all. Gene had liked teaching, and seemed to be pretty good at it. If he talked to Bakura and Valdis, maybe the three of them could pool their money and get a reasonably-sized building in a decent location. (If they wanted to go back to teaching at the dojo anyway. He wants to do it, whether they're in or not.)
He can also be found sitting in a teahouse, taking notes, sketching out potential floor plans for the dojo. Once, he finds himself sketching something like the house that he, Tony, and Pepper used to have, and a cold hand grips his heart before he angrily scribbles over it and crumples up the paper.
Don't think about that.
[B] | Gene | Pepper and Bakura's place | June 29 | closed to Bakura
When you feel like your very existence is an imposition, it's hard to spend extended amounts of time in someone else's place. But Gene's accepted the offer to stay with Pepper and Bakura anyway so he wouldn't be alone, and now he's beginning to feel like that may have been a mistake. He doesn't like feeling like he has to stay out of the way, and he knows that's all in his head. Pepper and Bakura are his friends, but his nerves are stretched so thin that he's trying not to go into the walking-on-eggshells state he hadn't been in since he'd gotten out from under Zhang's thumb. Completely in his head. Pepper and Bakura are my friends. It's fine.
Didn't change the fact that he spent a lot of the time when he was in the house staying out of sight, though.
[C] | Miles | throughout Aifaran | early July | open | Justice 1
Though he's undeterred from his main thread about Jack, Miles is still wandering the city, looking for more stories. Got to keep his mind fresh while he's trying to compile more leads on his main story, after all. For now, he's learned his lesson about looking before leaping.
The best way to find a story, believe it or not, is just to be personable. People will drop information whether they know it or not. Besides, at the heart of it, he likes people. Especially here in Aifaran. They're always interesting.
Seems like the Sentry doesn't find him to be too endearing, though, which is partially why he's decided to be, well, Miles, and cheerfully talk to them. They look at him with great suspicion, like they're certain he's stolen something. Seems that his reputation has spread, especially after busting into Valdis' office last month.
"Hey, how's it going? Fancy a handshake?" He holds out one of his mangled hands to a Bresilykian member of the Sentry, who looks at it with equal parts suspicion and disdain.
[D] | Miles | a park | early July | closed to Ilda
What does a grown-ass man do while he is waiting to dance in public like a fool? Climb a tree. Despite his missing digits, Miles actually isn't doing too badly at it. With a little bit of effort, he hauls himself up to the lowest branch, about nine feet off the ground, and sits on it, waiting for Ilda.
"Hey!" he says, waving when he sees her.
[E] | Miles | the streets | July 6 | closed to Valdis
Miles wakes up suppressing a shout. He's in a cold sweat, his mind reeling; who is he? He looks at the end of his arm, and his vision wavers - is there a hand there or not?
There is. There is. Not with all its fingers, but it's there. He can still hear the scratch-scratch-scratching of the pen, the ravings of the madwoman that aren't quite so mad - an experience too like his own.
His skin prickles, and he can't force the Walrider fully down. There's too much adrenaline pumping through his veins. He thanks whoever's listening that he doesn't have a roommate right now, and he opens the window, jumping through it. The nanites slow his fall, and when he lands, he runs.
He has to get the adrenaline out. He has to get himself under control. He knows his eyes are silvered and he can see the cloud of nanites surrounding him, making his form hazy in the midnight dark. And he hopes he doesn't run into anyone while he's out here.
Nobody surprise me. Please, nobody surprise me. I don't want to know what I might do by accident.
[F] | Aly | around Aifaran | throughout July | open | Arts 5
Aly's having fun painting with Ilda (okay, well, graffiti-ing). She'd always liked art, and this was a fun outlet. The danger of getting caught made it more fun, she's pretty sure.
While she's scoping out new spots, she's considering what to paint - and quite suddenly a glowing fish appears before her, floating in midair. She can see the brushstrokes that make it up.
"Blub," it says.
"What," says Aly.
[G] | Aly | a market | mid-July | closed to Rutile
Okay, what do you need for a trip out to the end of everything?
Nothing quite so dramatic, of course, but still - their expedition to the barrier is going to require a good bit of stocking up on supplies. At least Aly has some experience with metaphysical nonsense, so that's a point in their favor. Maybe it'll answer some questions Aly still has about this version of Konryu that Aly now lives in.
Maybe if I cut into the barrier, it'll send me home.
It really does look too much like the aurora she'd seen that one time in the in-between place. Maybe it was related, somehow.
She picks up a bag of curamija jerky and glances over at her companion. "Rutile? Do you eat meat?"
[H] | Aly | around Aifaran | mid-July | closed to Ilda
Is it the middle of the night? Yes. Does Aly have luminescent paint? Also yes. Is she about to engage in some hooliganry with Ilda? Well, it's art, but yes.
"So," she says, stretching, "what are we gonna paint?"
[I] | Aly | Dreaming Bridge | early July | closed to Conan and/or Alice
Aly's gotten used to the idea of roommates, sort of. She'll have to get used to it even more, because of college in a couple years, but she's reasonably sure that one of her roomies won't be a six-year-old.
"Hey, friendo," she says to whoever enters the room, baby child or goth girl. "What's up?" She's laying on her bed, sketching something out. Someone observant may recognize it as a start of a sigil...or, depending on what she's doodling, something like some of the glow-in-the-dark graffiti around the city.
[J] | Gene | Valdis' place | July 26 | closed to Valdis
The temporary visitors hadn't brought Tony with them, and Gene was a little relieved about that. He didn't think that he could deal with an established time limit on their time together, and Tony being taken away again so soon would be so cruel. Average for his life, but so, so cruel.
Valdis, though - she'd been through something similar, and it took him until just now to decide to ask her. He'd leave if prodding the trauma was too much, but he needed to ask.
He knocked on the door and waited. "Valdis?"
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