catchall | September | open

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Characters: Zephyr, X, anyone else who feels like it
Date: Septemberish
Location: Dreaming Bridge, Aifaran
Situation: Many, lots
Warnings/Rating: Will warn in thread headers if it gets there



A | X | Dreaming Bridge | Closed

"Hey, buddy, got a sec?" This is without preamble as Zephyr ambles home one day from another of his assorted odd jobs. He flops headlong into his bunk without waiting for an answer; but he adjusts after a moment to look sidelong over at X, thoughtful.

He doesn't actually bother to get up.

B | Faith 2 | Open

"Please hide me." This is said very earnestly as Zephyr ducks into the shop and heads for the nearest friendly Dreamperson. He jerks his head outside; there's a Ban Om acolyte just standing there. Watching. Smiling.

Zephyr looks, to say the least, harried.

C | Meta 1 | Open

So Zephyr's been doing a bit of exploring this month, more consciously than simply going where work takes him. Looking into areas he likes, areas that might have nice apartments to live in. Places he could consciously call a home, instead of just kind of... drifting.

Unfortunately, today the yimo's mapping is on the fritz. Seems like interference, but who's he to judge? Zephyr trips into a ditch, mutters a curse, and thumps it before shoving it back into his pocket. There is some muttering to himself. "That's what I get for trying to use a damn map, I guess."

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Zephyr is briefly distracted by the desire to be utterly facetious, but manages to contain himself.

"I've been having a thought," he says, sneaking up on the idea as he props himself up on his elbows. "How long have you been here? I mean at the Dreaming Bridge, but I guess Aifaran in general works, too."

He looks for a moment like he might be about to plow straight on through the thought, but ultimately subsides to wait for X's input.

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"Since the month it was extremely cold," X answers, tapping his pen and staring thoughtfully into the distance somewhere past Zephyr. "January, I think. There was that festival where all those people went missing around the funhouse... that would make it about eight months, give or take."

He looks back at Zephyr properly, head cocked, curious. "Why?"

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"I haven't been here quite that long," Zephyr admits, flopping back down to rest his chin on the pillow, "but I'm getting kind of bored of the Dreaming Bridge, to tell you the truth."

Also it's a little depressing to constantly see new people and never have them be people he recognizes, but that's neither here nor there.

"What I'm getting at is how would you feel about moving out?"

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The wide-eyed surprise isn't an answer on its own, but the time stretching before X answers might well be.

"Moving out?" he says at last, like the idea has never crossed his mind even as an idle thought. And it hasn't; the Bridge never gave him a reason to leave, not even out of boredom like Zephyr suggests. Now that he's considering it, he's not convinced he could afford it, or that he wants to leave the one place he could be sure of meeting anyone he knows from his home world.

"I --" he begins, stammering a little. "I haven't -- given it much thought. I guess I'm not used to turning down a free bed when there's one available."

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"Yeah," Zephyr says, more or less patiently. "Moving out."

He lets X work through that, and the initial answer isn't super hopeful, but-- whatever, it's not like Zephyr had a whole lot staked on this plan in the first place. It was just a thought. Definitely just a thought.

"It's getting kind of wearing being here with a constant parade of roommates and then not-roommates," he says eventually, when it seems like X has said as much as he's going to. "And the odd jobs I've got going on are decent enough. We could manage to rent a place, I think."