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ioduanlogs2018-09-13 01:48 am
necrocabbage) wrote in ioduanlogs2018-09-13 01:48 am
mama said don't give up [open]
Characters: Trahearne and you!
Date: Throughout September
Location: In town and at the Dreaming Bridge
Situation: Various open logs, involving a typical work day, bad art, and cute goth plushies. He's doing his best to keep busy.
Warnings/Rating: Nothing yet
A. At Work, Shopping District
Anovel's Antiques is a small store wedged between a bakery and the office for a construction company. The exterior has been recently painted, but on the inside the antique store is crowded and slightly musty, with a single large window that has a range of items lined up on the sill. The place really does sell a little of everything - there's paintings and clocks on the walls, an entire shelf lined with small statues, a number of kedan spirit houses, and even some plushies and examples of needlework. Everything there was at least a couple of decades old, if not older, and if a customer was looking for something they didn't have, chances were the owner would have some idea of where to find it.
There's never a large amount of customers, but at least a couple wander in every hour. Trahearne is usually behind the counter when he's not showing someone one of the pieces they have for sale. When it's quieter, he's either helping with keeping up the store's records or sneaking in a little light reading.
B.Arts 2, the Dreaming Bridge
There's strange graffiti on the side of one of the Dreaming Bridge's unoccupied buildings. By now, Trahearne knows what the Night Fisher is, but that's not the part of the artwork that bothers him. He knows that the Dreaming has a habit of making translations appear - he's certainly had trouble writing in New Krytan and having it remain that way - so what's special about the graffiti? What's preventing it from being touched by the Dreaming?
Trahearne wants to find out. To that end, he's sitting in the grass facing the wall, notebook in hand as he attempts to write down the message. 'Attempt' is certainly the right word. The longer he looks at the letters, the more it aches, until he's developed such a headache that it feels like a migraine. He's finally forced to take a break, groaning and clutching his head in both hands, as though that could contain it somehow.
C. Commerce 3, Street Market
Trahearne had just been browsing through one of the street markets when he had the plushie shoved in his face, and though the memory of the horrible graffiti gave him pause, the seller was just pushy enough that he couldn't bring himself to say no. Besides, it was cute. This variety was at least true to the urban legend in silhouette, with long legs and arms, though there was a face stitched on with white thread, X marks for eyes and a wide smiling mouth. He had little use for toys, but it was still strangely appealing.
He wasn't done with his browsing yet, and he had nowhere else to put it... except as an odd fashion accessory. Trahearne wound the plushie's long arms around a segment of the thick leaves that covered his torso, tying it in place. Now he had a sort-of cute, ominous Night Fisher hanging off of his side. He doubted that it would bring him any luck, but it made for a pleasant shopping buddy.
Date: Throughout September
Location: In town and at the Dreaming Bridge
Situation: Various open logs, involving a typical work day, bad art, and cute goth plushies. He's doing his best to keep busy.
Warnings/Rating: Nothing yet
A. At Work, Shopping District
Anovel's Antiques is a small store wedged between a bakery and the office for a construction company. The exterior has been recently painted, but on the inside the antique store is crowded and slightly musty, with a single large window that has a range of items lined up on the sill. The place really does sell a little of everything - there's paintings and clocks on the walls, an entire shelf lined with small statues, a number of kedan spirit houses, and even some plushies and examples of needlework. Everything there was at least a couple of decades old, if not older, and if a customer was looking for something they didn't have, chances were the owner would have some idea of where to find it.
There's never a large amount of customers, but at least a couple wander in every hour. Trahearne is usually behind the counter when he's not showing someone one of the pieces they have for sale. When it's quieter, he's either helping with keeping up the store's records or sneaking in a little light reading.
B.Arts 2, the Dreaming Bridge
There's strange graffiti on the side of one of the Dreaming Bridge's unoccupied buildings. By now, Trahearne knows what the Night Fisher is, but that's not the part of the artwork that bothers him. He knows that the Dreaming has a habit of making translations appear - he's certainly had trouble writing in New Krytan and having it remain that way - so what's special about the graffiti? What's preventing it from being touched by the Dreaming?
Trahearne wants to find out. To that end, he's sitting in the grass facing the wall, notebook in hand as he attempts to write down the message. 'Attempt' is certainly the right word. The longer he looks at the letters, the more it aches, until he's developed such a headache that it feels like a migraine. He's finally forced to take a break, groaning and clutching his head in both hands, as though that could contain it somehow.
C. Commerce 3, Street Market
Trahearne had just been browsing through one of the street markets when he had the plushie shoved in his face, and though the memory of the horrible graffiti gave him pause, the seller was just pushy enough that he couldn't bring himself to say no. Besides, it was cute. This variety was at least true to the urban legend in silhouette, with long legs and arms, though there was a face stitched on with white thread, X marks for eyes and a wide smiling mouth. He had little use for toys, but it was still strangely appealing.
He wasn't done with his browsing yet, and he had nowhere else to put it... except as an odd fashion accessory. Trahearne wound the plushie's long arms around a segment of the thick leaves that covered his torso, tying it in place. Now he had a sort-of cute, ominous Night Fisher hanging off of his side. He doubted that it would bring him any luck, but it made for a pleasant shopping buddy.
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The question causes him to take another glance over at the ominous artwork, one that Trahearne almost immediately regrets. He gestures vaguely in that direction, "I have only been here fifteen minutes or less, and it didn't start until I tried to record the writing there. It's odd that it's not translating. The magic that brought us here has always done that for us in the past."