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ioduanlogs2018-08-06 08:49 pm
rutility) wrote in ioduanlogs2018-08-06 08:49 pm
[august open] rock and roll all night
Characters: Rutile, Yato, Valdis, and maybe you!
Date: Early August
Location: The Dreaming Bridge, the Ioduan Academy
Situation: Roommate trouble and metaplot business
Warnings/Rating: None!
Note: Please don't tag into the open if we already have a thread for AC this month planned!
A ▸ MARKING TERRITORY | yato (early august)
It is after a long day of being caught out in the rain that Rutile returns to the Dreaming Bridge, soaking wet and with a mood to match. The days of reduced sunlight have taken their toll, and Rutile longs for nothing more than to hang their coat up to dry and collapse into bed for the next forty-eight or so hours. But it is to their great disappointment that they open the door to their room and find their bed hidden away.
Listen. It is not organic beings' fault that they are inclined to nest. That is only natural, and it makes sense; with their heightened sensitivity to the environment and functional needs, they require space where they can spread out and lounge and separate important objects from waste. Rutile only wishes it wasn't their space, as well.
How, they wonder, is anyone to get any kind of work done when there are garments and accessories strewn across the floor? It is worse than Red Beryl's chambers, for the love of Sensei.
"Yato," they grumble, half to themselves and half to summon the god. "Can you please pick up your things?"
B ▸ WITH ENEMIES LIKE THESE | valdis (slightly less early august)
It's several days now since the Narrakra returned to Aifaran, and Rutile still can't get its creaking hull and ghastly sights out of their mind. That's what brings them to the hallowed halls of the Ioduan Academy, searching for a naturalist they've contacted about their collected samples from the ship. Now Rutile passes through the campus in search of them, following signs with only half a mind to what they say, more preoccupied with their thoughts.
The void-like stone they found that foggy night sits firmly against their thigh. They have not let it out of their possession since their conversation with Kit a few days ago, and even though they are no closer to answers, they wonder about its properties and origin. They have not mentioned it to anyone else, but perhaps this naturalist can offer some reprieve.
Outside, the sky is darkening; angry clouds gather just beyond the mountains, threatening to drench the library courtyard. Rutile is glad of the indoors.
C ▸ ANTICIPATION OF PRECIPITATION | open (unspecified)
This is the tenth day in a row that it has not rained, not sprinkled, but stormed, and Rutile is quickly sickening of it. For the tenth day in a row they've tried to go out and catch what little sunlight they can, but for the tenth day in a row they've ducked under a canopy as the first drops splash in their eyes. The new paint on their skin is waterproof, Padparadscha says, but habit is as habit does, and frankly, Rutile doesn't trust anything they didn't compound themselves. Also, stone or not, being drenched is just unpleasant.
Most of the denizens of Aifaran have the same idea, slipping into stores and zipping up raincoats; the few that don't are aquatic species, lucky bugs, and enjoying themselves while everyone else suffers.
... Or not. Some select few pull out long sticks that transform into covers with the press of a button and carry on their way, happily protected by their portable canopies in lovely colors and patterns. For a moment Rutile watches, brief irritation crossing their face, and then they demand: "Where can one get one of those?"
D ▸ WILD CARD | open
[ PM me or hit me up on plurk for a starter, or just write one in yourself! I'm game for anything. ]
Date: Early August
Location: The Dreaming Bridge, the Ioduan Academy
Situation: Roommate trouble and metaplot business
Warnings/Rating: None!
Note: Please don't tag into the open if we already have a thread for AC this month planned!
A ▸ MARKING TERRITORY | yato (early august)
It is after a long day of being caught out in the rain that Rutile returns to the Dreaming Bridge, soaking wet and with a mood to match. The days of reduced sunlight have taken their toll, and Rutile longs for nothing more than to hang their coat up to dry and collapse into bed for the next forty-eight or so hours. But it is to their great disappointment that they open the door to their room and find their bed hidden away.
Listen. It is not organic beings' fault that they are inclined to nest. That is only natural, and it makes sense; with their heightened sensitivity to the environment and functional needs, they require space where they can spread out and lounge and separate important objects from waste. Rutile only wishes it wasn't their space, as well.
How, they wonder, is anyone to get any kind of work done when there are garments and accessories strewn across the floor? It is worse than Red Beryl's chambers, for the love of Sensei.
"Yato," they grumble, half to themselves and half to summon the god. "Can you please pick up your things?"
B ▸ WITH ENEMIES LIKE THESE | valdis (slightly less early august)
It's several days now since the Narrakra returned to Aifaran, and Rutile still can't get its creaking hull and ghastly sights out of their mind. That's what brings them to the hallowed halls of the Ioduan Academy, searching for a naturalist they've contacted about their collected samples from the ship. Now Rutile passes through the campus in search of them, following signs with only half a mind to what they say, more preoccupied with their thoughts.
The void-like stone they found that foggy night sits firmly against their thigh. They have not let it out of their possession since their conversation with Kit a few days ago, and even though they are no closer to answers, they wonder about its properties and origin. They have not mentioned it to anyone else, but perhaps this naturalist can offer some reprieve.
Outside, the sky is darkening; angry clouds gather just beyond the mountains, threatening to drench the library courtyard. Rutile is glad of the indoors.
C ▸ ANTICIPATION OF PRECIPITATION | open (unspecified)
This is the tenth day in a row that it has not rained, not sprinkled, but stormed, and Rutile is quickly sickening of it. For the tenth day in a row they've tried to go out and catch what little sunlight they can, but for the tenth day in a row they've ducked under a canopy as the first drops splash in their eyes. The new paint on their skin is waterproof, Padparadscha says, but habit is as habit does, and frankly, Rutile doesn't trust anything they didn't compound themselves. Also, stone or not, being drenched is just unpleasant.
Most of the denizens of Aifaran have the same idea, slipping into stores and zipping up raincoats; the few that don't are aquatic species, lucky bugs, and enjoying themselves while everyone else suffers.
... Or not. Some select few pull out long sticks that transform into covers with the press of a button and carry on their way, happily protected by their portable canopies in lovely colors and patterns. For a moment Rutile watches, brief irritation crossing their face, and then they demand: "Where can one get one of those?"
D ▸ WILD CARD | open
[ PM me or hit me up on plurk for a starter, or just write one in yourself! I'm game for anything. ]
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He shrugs, beckons. "If you're not going to melt in it, we can walk down the way and I can show you." Once the initial bemusement has worn off, he's determined to approach this person as casually as he would any other.
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It is as they’re heading down the street that Rutile gets an extended look at the person, and his features finally come into alignment. Their face lights up with recognition. “I’ve seen you before, I remember now,” they say. “Ilda sent me a picture of the two of you. You had ... something, together. Tea, I think. She was excited.”
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When Rutile speaks again Zephyr tilts his head, makes a thoughtful noise. "Huh, Ilda? Yeah, I know her." He's pretty sure he remembers the occasion, too. "Don't know why she was so excited, though. That was one of the nights everyone had all those shitty dreams-- she said she wanted a picture to remember the occasion." His mouth twists wryly to indicate how unlikely he thinks this is.
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"Ah, the picture was my fault," Rutile admits. "Ilda was in such a state that night; I wanted to make sure she was being careful while in so much distress. I apologize if you found it obnoxious. You can rest assured that she appreciated the offer."
The umbrellas are being sold at a portable stand on one corner, which, rather ironically, does not have an awning on it. Several Aifarans are lined up to purchase one, while others simply browse nearby. "I've never seen this here before," Rutile says, in a bit of awe tainted with irritation. "I'll have to keep it in mind for next time, provided it stays put."
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Zephyr shrugs as they go. "Hey, can't fault you for being cautious. It all worked out, and it's a good instinct." He probably wouldn't trust strange guys.
At the stand he shoves his hands in sodden pockets to peer around the others at the stock available. "It probably moves," he says helpfully. "Unless they're selling these as parasols, too. Which I guess they could be...? Anyway, why next time? It's still raining now."