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ioduanlogs2018-09-11 06:30 pm
spiralpatterns) wrote in ioduanlogs2018-09-11 06:30 pm
catchall | September | open
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."
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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Oh. Right.
Zephyr rubs a hand across his eyes and slouches deeper into his chair with a heavy sigh. "Yeah, it's been a while. Sorry. I'm not always the most social guy."
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It wasn't an admonishment the Fool had actually expected an apology for, and he scoffs lightly, waving it off with his brush. "I am sociable enough for at least three of you," he teases instead, quirking another smile, then sets the puppet down and considers his work with his chin in his hand. "But it has certainly been a memorable month, hasn't it."
For reasons both good and bad.