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ioduanlogs2019-01-15 09:07 pm
afoolsgold) wrote in ioduanlogs2019-01-15 09:07 pm
closed-ish, hmu if you want additional starters
Characters: The Fool, Devin, Zephyr, Rutile + ???
Date: Mid-January.
Location: Throughout Aifaran in the aftermath of the storm.
Situation: Still reeling from the effects the peculiar eddies had on him during the storm, the Fool ventures out into the city again.
Warnings/Rating: None yet, will update as needed.
Notes: All starters are closed, but please hmu if you’d like one!
I. Playing House (closed to Devin)
The apartment is spare in a way that speaks more to the demons that plague Devin’s heart than they do to his aesthetic preferences. The Fool is hardly one to criticize--especially being that he is the recipient of his partner’s kindness and generosity until his own living space can be salvaged. (If it can be salvaged.)
Some evening after Devin returns home from supporting the recovery efforts, he’ll find the Fool--with Holly perched upon his shoulder--listening to the latest news reports on the radio with a grave expression on his face. He glances up from where he sits to greet Devin with a wan smile, but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes.
Understandably, one hopes. He’s been loathe to leave the apartment for very long after his experience during the storm.
II. Homeward Bound, The Incredulous Journey (closed to Zephyr)
One cannot avoid the world forever, and the Fool has never been one for remaining cooped up indoors for long. Besides, his (morbid) curiosity has gotten the better of him, and he is determined to see what has become of Die Rosa Tulpe--and his apartment. This excursion seems as good a reason as any to text Zephyr on his (newly acquired) yimo, to ask for a bit of help sorting through what’s left of his home.
“What’s left” turns out to be “drowned.” And inaccessible.
The Sentry won’t let him inside the strangely flooded building, but if nothing else, they are letting him close enough to it to see with his own eyes the state of the place. He’s left to stand staring at it in silent, wide-eyed awe.
III. Peculiar Derailment (closed to Rutile)
The copse of other-worldly trees that have sprouted up in the middle of the Skyway throw a wrench into the gears of the Fool’s plans to journey to the turtle’s head for a much-needed respite through meditation. The detour en route lets him disembark from the train a stop or so ahead of the closed section of track… and of course, curiosity gets the better of him.
He ventures towards it and stands just below the elevated tracks, lifting his eyes up to shield them from the sun as he takes in the strange qualities of the gnarled roots that protrude out into the open air.
Date: Mid-January.
Location: Throughout Aifaran in the aftermath of the storm.
Situation: Still reeling from the effects the peculiar eddies had on him during the storm, the Fool ventures out into the city again.
Warnings/Rating: None yet, will update as needed.
Notes: All starters are closed, but please hmu if you’d like one!
I. Playing House (closed to Devin)
The apartment is spare in a way that speaks more to the demons that plague Devin’s heart than they do to his aesthetic preferences. The Fool is hardly one to criticize--especially being that he is the recipient of his partner’s kindness and generosity until his own living space can be salvaged. (If it can be salvaged.)
Some evening after Devin returns home from supporting the recovery efforts, he’ll find the Fool--with Holly perched upon his shoulder--listening to the latest news reports on the radio with a grave expression on his face. He glances up from where he sits to greet Devin with a wan smile, but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes.
Understandably, one hopes. He’s been loathe to leave the apartment for very long after his experience during the storm.
II. Homeward Bound, The Incredulous Journey (closed to Zephyr)
One cannot avoid the world forever, and the Fool has never been one for remaining cooped up indoors for long. Besides, his (morbid) curiosity has gotten the better of him, and he is determined to see what has become of Die Rosa Tulpe--and his apartment. This excursion seems as good a reason as any to text Zephyr on his (newly acquired) yimo, to ask for a bit of help sorting through what’s left of his home.
“What’s left” turns out to be “drowned.” And inaccessible.
The Sentry won’t let him inside the strangely flooded building, but if nothing else, they are letting him close enough to it to see with his own eyes the state of the place. He’s left to stand staring at it in silent, wide-eyed awe.
III. Peculiar Derailment (closed to Rutile)
The copse of other-worldly trees that have sprouted up in the middle of the Skyway throw a wrench into the gears of the Fool’s plans to journey to the turtle’s head for a much-needed respite through meditation. The detour en route lets him disembark from the train a stop or so ahead of the closed section of track… and of course, curiosity gets the better of him.
He ventures towards it and stands just below the elevated tracks, lifting his eyes up to shield them from the sun as he takes in the strange qualities of the gnarled roots that protrude out into the open air.
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"There's not a whole lot to say about them," Zephyr says, shrugging lightly again. He's finding himself doing that a lot. "I'm not sure where I'd start. Mostly I try to stay out of their way. You're welcome to come for a visit, though?" He's pretty sure X would be happy to see him, if nothing else.
He's not sure there's anyone X isn't friends with.
"Here, I'm sure we can find a café that's still open."
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There is one--albeit, not as nice a cafe as Die Rosa Tulpe is. Was. The Fool firmly forces those thoughts away and instead takes a seat near a window, and thanks the server who delivers to them a warm pot of spiced tea and two mugs. He gathers up the pot and pours one for himself, and then for Zephyr.
"You and X appear quite close."
Right for the jugular, eh Fool? There's a nosy, whimsical glitter in his eye as he looks back at his friend.
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And then thank whatever deity happens to be listening he wasn't actually drinking any of it.
"I mean, we're roommates." This after just a touch too long to be actually casual. Zephyr quirks an eyebrow right back. "Wouldn't move in with someone I didn't like."
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"Naturally," the Fool replies with an enigmatic smile, evidently deriving a bit of enjoyment from this gentle needling. He hides half of his expression behind his mug of tea as he sips from it, then lifts his chin afterwards. "I shall not pry, of course--" of course, "--but I will say that you have good taste in friends." Friends.
Sip.