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ioduanlogs2018-09-01 07:28 pm
rutility) wrote in ioduanlogs2018-09-01 07:28 pm
woe to thee with fearful eyes, their lighthouse is burning up
Characters: Rutile, Yato, Pepper, Antarcticite, and you!
Date: Throughout September
Location: Around Aifaran
Situation: shenanigans
Warnings/Rating: None so far!
A ▸ MARKING TERRITORY | yato (very early september)
It is after a long day of being harrassed by the ocean and gyroshei and Sentry members alike that Rutile returns to the Dreaming Bridge, clothes in tatters and with a mood to match. The last month of reduced sunlight has taken its toll, and so has the fruitlessness of their efforts; Rutile longs for nothing more than to hang their coat up 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 Adamant.
"Yato," they grumble, half to themselves and half to summon the god. "Can you please pick up your things?"
B ▸ CALL ME MELANIE |open (mid september)
[ watch this space! ]
C ▸ POPULAR (Commerce 2) | pepper (mid september, slightly later)
After several months of their single outfit taking all kinds of abuse - standing on the beach during a storm, crawling through the sewer, sneaking aboard ships, walking on the bottom of the ocean - Rutile is really feeling Red Beryl's absence. The gem tailor would have reprimanded them for not caring for their clothing long ago, as well as mended and repaired these and had more on the way. Their tattered lab coat can't even really be called that anymore; their gold fingers are poking through the tips of their gloves, and it's a wonder their shoes have lasted this long. They cannot get away with it anymore: they need new clothing.
And they have no idea where to begin. Rutile's pocket is unfortunately light. The only rhinn they have is from the job they took corralling gyroshei last week, and they are still not certain about how all the coins work. They've stuck to the open-air market, which they have some passing familiarity with, but the choices are still overwhelming.
The item that's caught their eye now is one that's been marked down seventy-five percent. Without a head for numbers, the thing that truly draws their attention is the bright turquoise of the cloth; they've never had colored clothing before, and though they won't admit it, they are curious about how they'd look in such a color. Other customers have turned up their noses at it: the front is unfortunately speckled with a black and white mess of uric acid from one of the fowl visitors plaguing the city. Rutile, though, has gotten closer to inspect it. Waste not, want not, after all.
D ▸ WITH ALL DUE RESPECT (SciTech 3, Arts 4) | open (late september)
Despite the general aversion the ecologists had to Rutile, no one stops them from dropping by the beach late one September evening to the party hosted by other researchers from the Academy, to generally mingle and hear more informed opinions about what's going on. A bit uncharacteristically, they refrain from doing much more than eavesdropping; they are keenly aware that the strangeness with the barrier is probably partly their fault.
That said, it's not helpful. Rutile slips from conversation to conversation and hears plenty of words: some that they know, like Dreaming and metaphysical, and many that they don't, like Kähler manifold and charmed meson. After turning down many drinks (and then finally accepting one so that people will stop offering), Rutile finds themselves on the edge of the party, staring up at the rippling in the barrier overhead. In the twilight, the ripples are vibrant shades of purples and pinks with the occasional bright vermillion. It really is quite lovely.
E ▸ DOWN BY THE WATER (reference to SciTech 4) | antarcticite (late september)
Rutile did their best to volunteer for the team heading out to the reef - if there's anything biological they know about, it's coral - but the Aifaran marine ecology labs were just not keen on having them present. Something about "proper clearance" and "documentation" and "no prior record of wandering willy-nilly into scientific facilities" or something like that. (It's possible their name has been blacklisted. Who could say for sure?) Even reminding them that they don't need gear didn't work, since regulations insisted that everyone have it anyway. Rutile has long since stopped expecting sense from Aifaran's bureaucrats.
It's fine. Rutile doesn't need permission to go to the beach. It will take far longer to walk out to the coral, but they have never truly lacked for time anyway. It is a clear, sunny day that finds Rutile standing in the shallows, soft waves lapping around their ankles as tiny fish explore the stranger that has invaded their midst. Rutile's shoes are set on top of their tattered lab coat, folded neatly and stowed beneath a small rock. It's not frivolous that they take a moment to savor the experience; the last time they swam simply because they could must have been ages ago. They stand motionless, sinking into the sand and simply enjoying the low burst of energy from the sun on their limbs.
Then, they set off into the deep.
F ▸ WILDCARD | open (early september)
[ supply your own or hit me up on plurk! ]
Date: Throughout September
Location: Around Aifaran
Situation: shenanigans
Warnings/Rating: None so far!
A ▸ MARKING TERRITORY | yato (very early september)
It is after a long day of being harrassed by the ocean and gyroshei and Sentry members alike that Rutile returns to the Dreaming Bridge, clothes in tatters and with a mood to match. The last month of reduced sunlight has taken its toll, and so has the fruitlessness of their efforts; Rutile longs for nothing more than to hang their coat up 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 Adamant.
"Yato," they grumble, half to themselves and half to summon the god. "Can you please pick up your things?"
B ▸ CALL ME MELANIE |
[ watch this space! ]
C ▸ POPULAR (Commerce 2) | pepper (mid september, slightly later)
After several months of their single outfit taking all kinds of abuse - standing on the beach during a storm, crawling through the sewer, sneaking aboard ships, walking on the bottom of the ocean - Rutile is really feeling Red Beryl's absence. The gem tailor would have reprimanded them for not caring for their clothing long ago, as well as mended and repaired these and had more on the way. Their tattered lab coat can't even really be called that anymore; their gold fingers are poking through the tips of their gloves, and it's a wonder their shoes have lasted this long. They cannot get away with it anymore: they need new clothing.
And they have no idea where to begin. Rutile's pocket is unfortunately light. The only rhinn they have is from the job they took corralling gyroshei last week, and they are still not certain about how all the coins work. They've stuck to the open-air market, which they have some passing familiarity with, but the choices are still overwhelming.
The item that's caught their eye now is one that's been marked down seventy-five percent. Without a head for numbers, the thing that truly draws their attention is the bright turquoise of the cloth; they've never had colored clothing before, and though they won't admit it, they are curious about how they'd look in such a color. Other customers have turned up their noses at it: the front is unfortunately speckled with a black and white mess of uric acid from one of the fowl visitors plaguing the city. Rutile, though, has gotten closer to inspect it. Waste not, want not, after all.
D ▸ WITH ALL DUE RESPECT (SciTech 3, Arts 4) | open (late september)
Despite the general aversion the ecologists had to Rutile, no one stops them from dropping by the beach late one September evening to the party hosted by other researchers from the Academy, to generally mingle and hear more informed opinions about what's going on. A bit uncharacteristically, they refrain from doing much more than eavesdropping; they are keenly aware that the strangeness with the barrier is probably partly their fault.
That said, it's not helpful. Rutile slips from conversation to conversation and hears plenty of words: some that they know, like Dreaming and metaphysical, and many that they don't, like Kähler manifold and charmed meson. After turning down many drinks (and then finally accepting one so that people will stop offering), Rutile finds themselves on the edge of the party, staring up at the rippling in the barrier overhead. In the twilight, the ripples are vibrant shades of purples and pinks with the occasional bright vermillion. It really is quite lovely.
E ▸ DOWN BY THE WATER (reference to SciTech 4) | antarcticite (late september)
Rutile did their best to volunteer for the team heading out to the reef - if there's anything biological they know about, it's coral - but the Aifaran marine ecology labs were just not keen on having them present. Something about "proper clearance" and "documentation" and "no prior record of wandering willy-nilly into scientific facilities" or something like that. (It's possible their name has been blacklisted. Who could say for sure?) Even reminding them that they don't need gear didn't work, since regulations insisted that everyone have it anyway. Rutile has long since stopped expecting sense from Aifaran's bureaucrats.
It's fine. Rutile doesn't need permission to go to the beach. It will take far longer to walk out to the coral, but they have never truly lacked for time anyway. It is a clear, sunny day that finds Rutile standing in the shallows, soft waves lapping around their ankles as tiny fish explore the stranger that has invaded their midst. Rutile's shoes are set on top of their tattered lab coat, folded neatly and stowed beneath a small rock. It's not frivolous that they take a moment to savor the experience; the last time they swam simply because they could must have been ages ago. They stand motionless, sinking into the sand and simply enjoying the low burst of energy from the sun on their limbs.
Then, they set off into the deep.
F ▸ WILDCARD | open (early september)
[ supply your own or hit me up on plurk! ]
no subject
She tilts her head as she imagines the lovely turquoise going a bit marbled. "Which could be alright, depending on how it turns out." Rutile's attire is looking a bit tattered, and that might explain their looking at this selection. "If you're trying to find a new outfit, it'd probably be worth getting something that'll look good and last you. Do you want some help shopping around? We can always come back here."
no subject
They proffer the lady a smile of gratitude and nod, though it's almost more of a bow. "I would appreciate your assistance, though I hardly want to impose," they say with some embarrassment. "I think it's obvious how out of my depth I am. Do you have suggestions?"
no subject
Many of them general points that might not even be relevant here, but Pepper has Opinions about fashion. She takes a step back and gives Rutile a quick study, noting what they're already wearing (and what it looked like when it was in better shape). "Okay, you need something functional and I am all for having enough black in the closet since it goes with everything, but I like the idea of trying color." Turquoise might work surprisingly well with their hair, and with some experimentation the two of them could figure out what works for Rutile for future clothing needs.
"Tunics," she declares, and starts scanning the market. "Not the super flowy ones, just something a little longer than a normal shirt, I think, to compliment your height."
no subject
"Tunics seem sensible enough, though I'm not sure what they have to do with height," they offer by way of agreement. "And I'll definitely need another coat; I wouldn't want to get anything new dirty.
"... And, turquoise sounds lovely," they add after a moment, trailing behind Pepper. More tentatively, they suggest, "Or maybe some sort of green. A yellower one? Or more blue? Perhaps it would be better to forget about color."
no subject
The redhead pauses in front of a stall marked out by well-worn but sturdy carpet and lined with racks. Rutile's hesitation softens the impishness in Pepper's gaze and tempers some of her excitement. "You were drawn to turquoise. And you're a scientist, right? Experimentation is good. In this case, the experiment is color." She reaches for a shirt that's not quite as bright as the stained piece Rutile was looking at earlier but still pretty, and holds it out to the gem. "At least you can say you tried."