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ioduanlogs2019-02-02 09:44 pm
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I Want to Try Everything!
Characters: Nita Callahan, starring as One Confused Wizard, and YOU.
Date: First half of February, basically (1st - 16th, depending on prompt.)
Location: The Dreaming Bridge to start, then basically anywhere you'd expect a new Dreamfolk to wander into!
Situation: Multiple - see prompts below the cut~
Warnings/Ratings: None yet!
At the Dreaming Bridge:
... Well, in retrospect, given that warning dream!Carmela had given her, Nita really shouldn't have been surprised. Even if she had been dumped in a new dimensional intersection, with a strange tattoo on the inside of her right elbow, isolated from Manual communications (but not her stored notes, strangely enough) and her claudication's contents but not the claudication itself, and in a place that knew more about her current status than she did about its own!
With no clue where to start, Nita turned to the local resources to check out as much as possible. Please let this just be an errantry thing... was her (probably in vain) hope.
• Oh God, Youths!: Nita should have counted herself lucky the (admittedly cute) kids had gotten her charm bracelet, which would have been replaceable with time, instead of her Manual, which wouldn't.
Instead, she was just mad.
"Hey! Wait a minute! What do you need that for?!"
Someone might want to help a wizard out.
• Pricey Divination: "Hey! I know you! I've seen you in a vision!"
Nita stopped in her tracks, turning her head hard to look the vendor in the eye.
"Oh, really?" she said. She was curious - and concerned. The fortune-teller might have just balked a little under the force of her stare, but she walked on over from her sightseeing trek anyway.
"I- uh, Yes! I did. I can only tell you more if you can spare a rhinn, though."
"Oh really," Nita repeated, tone in her voice dropping somewhere into the temperature realms of Pluto's service in just those two words.
People were beginning to stare.
"Because, and this is just from one oracular talent to another, if I were able to charge for every time I recognized someone in a vision that contained potentially vital information? I'd be a millionaire. Or I'd be dead. Either way..." As she spoke, she walked all the way over to the fortune-teller's stall and leaned gently on the table.
There was definitely a crowd now.
• Third Hand’s Third Hand Store: The bell rung, and Nita really hoped it was another customer, or else someone who could distract the shopkeeper. She bent carefully over a shelf as the owner breathed - or at least looked and felt like they were breathing - on her neck.
/I'm having difficulty making a decision when you're watching every move I make, okay?/ she said in the Speech, hoping that would have some effect and that it hadn't come out in as much of a hiss as she thought it had.
• Rosemary and Thyme: Nita had been doing a fair job of injecting herself in the local cultures - or so she had thought. Getting an assignment from a rather enthusiastic young-adult-adjacent (that had, strangely enough, reminded her of Kit's friend Cheleb) should have been a good sign.
But she just could not find the thing, and part of her was frustrated beyond words. Another was beginning to think it was a setup. The rest had been relegated to asking for help:
"Uh, excuse me, have you seen or heard of an, ah...?"
• Hydroponic Bounty: [Locked to Kai]
Nita looked over her new in-home hydroponic farm unit.
This might just be the easiest job I've ever had...
Still, something seemed like it was missing - and she sighed out loud as she recognized it as nostalgia for home.
I haven't even been here a week. Her shoulders slumped, though she didn't quite sink back onto her bed to go with it.
META RANK 4
• Woven Words: "Are you sure?" Nita asked.
The little old lady - even in her species, somehow the age signs remained similar - nodded, smile cryptic.
"Well, all right." Nita put her hands on the offered yarn and began to knot in the indicated pattern.
/cut>
Date: First half of February, basically (1st - 16th, depending on prompt.)
Location: The Dreaming Bridge to start, then basically anywhere you'd expect a new Dreamfolk to wander into!
Situation: Multiple - see prompts below the cut~
Warnings/Ratings: None yet!
At the Dreaming Bridge:
... Well, in retrospect, given that warning dream!Carmela had given her, Nita really shouldn't have been surprised. Even if she had been dumped in a new dimensional intersection, with a strange tattoo on the inside of her right elbow, isolated from Manual communications (but not her stored notes, strangely enough) and her claudication's contents but not the claudication itself, and in a place that knew more about her current status than she did about its own!
With no clue where to start, Nita turned to the local resources to check out as much as possible. Please let this just be an errantry thing... was her (probably in vain) hope.
• Oh God, Youths!: Nita should have counted herself lucky the (admittedly cute) kids had gotten her charm bracelet, which would have been replaceable with time, instead of her Manual, which wouldn't.
Instead, she was just mad.
"Hey! Wait a minute! What do you need that for?!"
Someone might want to help a wizard out.
• Pricey Divination: "Hey! I know you! I've seen you in a vision!"
Nita stopped in her tracks, turning her head hard to look the vendor in the eye.
"Oh, really?" she said. She was curious - and concerned. The fortune-teller might have just balked a little under the force of her stare, but she walked on over from her sightseeing trek anyway.
"I- uh, Yes! I did. I can only tell you more if you can spare a rhinn, though."
"Oh really," Nita repeated, tone in her voice dropping somewhere into the temperature realms of Pluto's service in just those two words.
People were beginning to stare.
"Because, and this is just from one oracular talent to another, if I were able to charge for every time I recognized someone in a vision that contained potentially vital information? I'd be a millionaire. Or I'd be dead. Either way..." As she spoke, she walked all the way over to the fortune-teller's stall and leaned gently on the table.
There was definitely a crowd now.
• Third Hand’s Third Hand Store: The bell rung, and Nita really hoped it was another customer, or else someone who could distract the shopkeeper. She bent carefully over a shelf as the owner breathed - or at least looked and felt like they were breathing - on her neck.
/I'm having difficulty making a decision when you're watching every move I make, okay?/ she said in the Speech, hoping that would have some effect and that it hadn't come out in as much of a hiss as she thought it had.
• Rosemary and Thyme: Nita had been doing a fair job of injecting herself in the local cultures - or so she had thought. Getting an assignment from a rather enthusiastic young-adult-adjacent (that had, strangely enough, reminded her of Kit's friend Cheleb) should have been a good sign.
But she just could not find the thing, and part of her was frustrated beyond words. Another was beginning to think it was a setup. The rest had been relegated to asking for help:
"Uh, excuse me, have you seen or heard of an, ah...?"
• Hydroponic Bounty: [Locked to Kai]
Nita looked over her new in-home hydroponic farm unit.
This might just be the easiest job I've ever had...
Still, something seemed like it was missing - and she sighed out loud as she recognized it as nostalgia for home.
I haven't even been here a week. Her shoulders slumped, though she didn't quite sink back onto her bed to go with it.
META RANK 4
• Woven Words: "Are you sure?" Nita asked.
The little old lady - even in her species, somehow the age signs remained similar - nodded, smile cryptic.
"Well, all right." Nita put her hands on the offered yarn and began to knot in the indicated pattern.
/cut>
\o/ And Nita does have a Permissions post if you wanna poke that.
"I'm new here, yeah," she admits.
"So I've got a lot to catch up on. Those are nice," she adds, nodding at the bibiru carvings.
"Take it they're yours?"
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"At present, they belong to nobody." His tone is light and whimsical, coupled with a sly look as he peers back at Nita again over his shoulder. With a flourish, he reaches out a slim hand (one sporting a curious leather glove) to turn one of the bibiru carvings just so; a bit of light from the common room strikes the wood grain at just the right angle to bring out the intricate detailing done on the little creature's folded wings. But for its size and composition, it looks startlingly lifelike.
He sighs. "It is no matter, of course. They shall find their way." A moment later and he turns to Nita properly, dipping his head in greeting. "I am called the Fool. What shall I call you?"
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What a curious title! Nita has no doubt of his sense of humor, if he's willing to be called such a thing.
"Nita Callahan - or just Nita if you don't want to be formal all the time," comes the reply. She stands up from her table; nodding in return when she's just sitting doesn't sit right with her.
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"Stories are as much a form of currency where I am from, as currency," he tells her. "Why don't you tell me about yourself?"
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Taking the figurine carefully, cupping it in two hands, she sits down and places it in front of her before speaking.
"Well, I'm sixteen, I'm from Hempstead New York - a New York," she corrects, "I've always loved reading and growing things... and I'm a wizard. Not sure how much that means in the grand scheme of things, here, though, let alone what the Powers might want with me here."