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ioduanlogs2018-02-22 12:03 pm
powertotearer) wrote in ioduanlogs2018-02-22 12:03 pm
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Characters: Eiji, OTA
Date: Feb 22 - 24
Location: Around Aifaran and the Dreaming Bridge
Situation: Friendship knots, sensory loss, and talents
Warnings/Rating: None yet
1 - Arts 5
Eiji's spent quite a bit of time learning the different knots from the Tifaut's booths around the city, and he's gotten good enough that a couple of people around have commissioned him to make some--partly because it's more personal than buying them at a stall, and partly because he can't bring himself to charge very much other than what someone wants to donate.
Come to pick one up? Come to help and make some money yourself? Or just want to talk? He's mostly at the beach.
2 - Vision
It happens as he walks back to the Dreaming Bridge--his eyes suddenly turn purple, and as he looks ahead at the city, he can barely make it out. Everything has lost its detail, like he's getting poor TV reception, and the colors he's picking up are distorted.
"Not again," he whispers, stumbling backwards in fear. There's no way he can find his way back on his own.
3 - Talent: Restoration
The moments of vision loss have gone away for now, but nothing's changed about Eiji's sense of taste being gone. Still, he tries to help out in the Dreaming Bridge's kitchen, and even if he can't taste anything that's being made, he can at least sort out the vegetables that are starting to go bad.
He sniffs some kind of milk-like liquid and makes a face.
"Okay, I think that's starting to go."
Except...no, it's not, all of a sudden. He feels some kind of weird sensation, and he thinks he's about to have another bout of sensory loss, but...no. The milk, or whatever it is, suddenly seems to smell right.
He looks over to someone else there.
"Uh, can you smell this for me? I thought it might be going bad, but now I'm not sure."
Date: Feb 22 - 24
Location: Around Aifaran and the Dreaming Bridge
Situation: Friendship knots, sensory loss, and talents
Warnings/Rating: None yet
1 - Arts 5
Eiji's spent quite a bit of time learning the different knots from the Tifaut's booths around the city, and he's gotten good enough that a couple of people around have commissioned him to make some--partly because it's more personal than buying them at a stall, and partly because he can't bring himself to charge very much other than what someone wants to donate.
Come to pick one up? Come to help and make some money yourself? Or just want to talk? He's mostly at the beach.
2 - Vision
It happens as he walks back to the Dreaming Bridge--his eyes suddenly turn purple, and as he looks ahead at the city, he can barely make it out. Everything has lost its detail, like he's getting poor TV reception, and the colors he's picking up are distorted.
"Not again," he whispers, stumbling backwards in fear. There's no way he can find his way back on his own.
3 - Talent: Restoration
The moments of vision loss have gone away for now, but nothing's changed about Eiji's sense of taste being gone. Still, he tries to help out in the Dreaming Bridge's kitchen, and even if he can't taste anything that's being made, he can at least sort out the vegetables that are starting to go bad.
He sniffs some kind of milk-like liquid and makes a face.
"Okay, I think that's starting to go."
Except...no, it's not, all of a sudden. He feels some kind of weird sensation, and he thinks he's about to have another bout of sensory loss, but...no. The milk, or whatever it is, suddenly seems to smell right.
He looks over to someone else there.
"Uh, can you smell this for me? I thought it might be going bad, but now I'm not sure."
3
The man next to him wobbles, and Fitz frowns. He leans over, taking a sniff. The man in him flinches, but the wolf in him is somewhat more pragmatic.
"I am unsure as to what the scent is supposed to be," he admits.
ooc: would you please have a look here? Fitz could sense some things about Eiji and could potentially help him, but only in a way that suits you, of course! Thank you
Re: 3
"Well, what I mean is, it doesn't smell rotten to you, does it?"
Because at least the smell of rotting is basically universal.
Re: 3
Fitz nods. "I believe it to be fresh," he says, though the doubt in his voice does him no favors. He peers at the liquid with uncertainty, watching as it swishes in the container held by the other man. Perhaps this other man is indeed from a world with something closer to this than Fitz himself.
"I have drunk milk from various animals, particularly cows and goats. I have never seen milk such as this. Have you?"
On 25 February 2018 at 14:27, powertotearer - DW Comment < dw_null@dreamwidth.org> wrote:
Re: 3
Which makes no sense, and he's sure he doesn't make any sense either.
"I'm probably doing a bad job explaining this, but when I first opened the bottle, it smelled like it had started to go sour. And now, well..."
Re: 3
Fitz's eyes narrow in concern, and he opens himself to the Wit. Something he has largely ignored while here. He does not know other people's awarenesses and capabilities. The last thing he needs is to be stoned and driven from this place.
However...
This man has been easing in and out of a certain state of... of animal. Not one that Fitz has ever encountered before. Perhaps he has a Wit-partner?
"Mm," he agrees. "I would not drink it by choice, yet I have drunk worse when needed for survival."
He gives Eiji a wryly sympathetic look. "May I taste it?"
On 27 February 2018 at 14:03, powertotearer - DW Comment < dw_null@dreamwidth.org> wrote:
Re: 3
"Huh? Oh, yeah."
He takes a cup and pours a small amount into it before handing it to Fitz.
Re: 3
The other man tilts his head, soft hair fluffing around his face like the down on a new chick.
...a chicken is incorrect, though. Fitz has felt the mind of a chicken and this is not the case here.
"My thanks," Fitz takes the cup and lifts it with grave humour to salute Eiji. He swallows it all, then feels his nostrils wrinkle. "It is neither fresh nor entirely sour, I believe. If there is another option for dinner, perhaps we should use it. My name is..."
Fitz? Tom? Natural instincts for discretion war with the knowledge that the Fool inhabits this place also, and that others may hear him described as 'Fitz'.
"...Fitz." That will do. Very smooth, he inwardly berates himself.
On 27 February 2018 at 14:20, powertotearer - DW Comment < dw_null@dreamwidth.org> wrote:
Re: 3
Well, he doesn't have a sense of taste. If Fitz thinks it's not worth keeping, maybe Eiji can convince the staff to let him finish it off. He probably won't get sick from it.
At the somewhat awkward introduction, he bows, although a little confused.
"I'm Eiji."
Re: 3
"I'm not overfond of wastage myself," Fitz agrees.
He goes back to chopping, with a thought spared to hope that the milk will not sicken him. He has a reasonably strong constitution. "Have you been here long, Eiji?"
On 27 February 2018 at 15:01, powertotearer - DW Comment < dw_null@dreamwidth.org> wrote:
Re: 3
He doesn't know everybody, but he's reasonably sure he's picked out which faces are almost completely new there.
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"Have you had any luck in trying to find a way back to your homeworld?"
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"Not yet. Apparently, it just happens?"
He's not sure he completely understands everything he's heard from everyone willing to explain it, but that's the impression he's gotten.