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aterat2021-04-03 01:49 pm
monochromatically) wrote in aterat2021-04-03 01:49 pm
Unattended child wandering around
Who; Móno and you!
What; 5 OPEN LOGS & 1 SEMI OPEN LOG (to anyone who might be at the office)
Where; Markets x 2, Harbour, Gullwings office, & Grey Building.
When; Through April
Warnings; Will edit if anything happens!
Look at all thosechickens chocobos Market - idk insert small child staring at chocobos
Mono was a little more comfortable in his explorations now, a few weeks into his arrival it was slowly becoming clearer that the people here were not what he was used. They were weird, but in a good way for once. There was still a little anxiety on his part, a childish fear that if he removed the paper bag people kept asking about, that they’d see whatever it was that others say in him when he was in his world. That their attitudes might change...
But, paper bag mask firmly in place, he was a little more confident in his wandering around the market. Especially now that the fog had receded. It was lingering in the harbour district, but that was far enough from the market for his liking.
He’d gotten more than a little hung up on the creatures hooked up to carts or being ridden around on by the city guard. They appeared to be birds... Maybe big chickens...? They were scaled more like the rather frightening things in his world, and he’d shied away from their passing on more than one occasion now. Today he was sitting on a bench outside a building, bare feet kicking back and forth lightly from where they dangled as he quietly watched a cart come to a halt. “You smell weird...” He mumbled in a quiet tone, head tilting to one side. “Wonder if you’re as friendly as everyone else, or if you’re grumpy from having to pull people around all day...”
So big, and those feet looked sharp... A good peck from that beak could be a problem. On the flip side, they were such a bright, sunny yellow colour. A little more golden than Six’s rain coat or his sou’wester hat.. But a friendly shade just the same.
Window shopping Market - Someone feed this child and maybe make him buy shoes
Early in the day, residents of Aterat might see a child wandering from shop window to shop window.
There were so many store fronts to peek into the windows of and marvel at the life there. The odd clothing store or tailor shop with such colourful clothing, so bright and made of materials that looked fresh and new and so very soft. He couldn’t help but wonder sometimes, if the Pale City had ever been like this. Before the signal tower and the man in the hat... If it had, would it ever be like this again...? If the signal was interrupted? Or was the damage done.
Mono was tempted at one point to go in, wanting to get up close to the shades and see what the materials felt like. Then again, he wasn’t entirely sure he should. He knew he didn’t the funds to waist (though some of the headwear was tempting), priorities should be with food for as long as possible. It was nice, after all, to not need to scavenge through dumpsters or risk snatching things from the ‘viewers’ fridges. He’s not entirely sure people would be cool with him breaking into their homes and stealing food, and there were enough guards around that seemed aware that taking from food stalls was a risk.
So the stores... they’d have to wait for now. Maybe he could figure out a way to make money? People seemed to have jobs here, maybe there’d be something that he was good at that he could do...
Later on in the day, he’d made his way to the open air market, eyes scanning around him carefully as he watched out for people, while also being drawn to the smells of freshly prepared food.
At one point, he might be noticed scrounging around in his baggy trench coat’s pockets for something. The child had stopped in front of a stall of freshly baked bread, his stomach growling hungrily after all the exploring he’d been doing. Bread seemed smart, a whole loaf could probably last a while, right?
Not the best idea The Harbor - child no
It was the one part of the city he’d yet to properly explore. Mono had, at least at first, had some sense when he heard about the crab people monsters. But eventually he’d ventured closer and closer... After all, people still seemed to be coming and going to the forges and other establishments further from the docks. He wanted to see what was there, and maybe to get a better idea of how dangerous the things wandering beyond the gated area without going beyond it (he’s curious not stupid). Just in case they made it into the city...
At the very least, he’d found a familiar means of protection.
One might hear the sound of metal dragging on cobblestone, and further investigation would reveal a rather odd (and perhaps unsettling sight) of a small child dragging along what appeared to be a sledgehammer behind him. A lot of questions might be posed upon seeing this. Why was he here? Where were his parents? How was he dragging something that heavy when he looked like a stiff breeze could knock him over?
... Oh... oh wait. His foot caught on an uneven stone and he flopped on his face. The handle of the sledgehammer landing with a clatter next to him. Abnormally strong? Yes. But he was also terribly prone to it, as far as children went. Scrapped knees and bumps on the head were common enough. He could almost hear Six’s usually quiet huff at his clumsiness, encouraging him to get back up before something noticed them sneaking around.
King of the castle The Grey Building - WHY IS THERE A CHILD ON THE ROOF
He’d done a thorough search of his home once he had deemed the colour buildings safe enough to enter based on the other arrival’s assessments of them. Empty, the building was so very empty compared to the others... Had anyone else lived here? Would anyone else? The child had, of course, even broken into some of the empty apartments just to check and see. In case there were less obvious signs of life, or if there were unpleasant things hiding where he couldn’t see them.
It was comfortingly different from the apartment buildings he’d snuck through back in the Pale City. No ‘Viewers’ to be found. At the same time... it was eerily similar. The halls were quiet, his apartment comfortable but just as quiet as everywhere else. Mono was, after all, used to being on high alert. Listening for sounds of danger, never really relaxing. The silence just made that worse, because it felt like a trap waiting to be sprung.
Eventually he’d discovered the roof access. Here, he could listen to the sounds of life in the city below him. Enjoy the quiet reminders that this place was different, and... maybe dwell a little too much around the fact that as scary as it was? He needed to go home, his friend needed him. She needed to be saved, and no one else was going to if he didn’t.
Sometimes, to distract himself, he’d hum a rather off key little tune. A ridiculous song that got stuck in his head after it played one too many times on the TV’s back in his world. Sitting on the ledge of the roof, bag covered head tilted down to look at the people below.
They looked so small! For once he felt big!
A sneaky duckling Gullwings Office - He doesn’t see a any gulls or wings what is this place
For a few weeks now, there had been a small curious stalker wandering around. Most of the time they were exceptionally good at sneaking under the radar, but a keen eye or someone who was lucky enough to glance at just the right moment would have noticed a paper bag with eye-holes pressed against the office’s front window. The person in question was small, and timid, and sometimes could be seen sitting under the window sill unwrapping what looked like candies that he’d found on the ledge or near the entrance.
Someone who worked there was terribly clumsy (Mono could relate), or messy. At the same time, he wasn’t about to let perfectly good candy go to waste! Sweets were a precious commodity when you were a kid, right? Especially free candy that appeared to be risk free.
Ever since Mono had arrived here, specifically since he’d met Jagger at the park, the child had been following the man around the city and to his office in an attempt to figure him out. He’d been nice, weird, but genuinely nice. His senses told him the guy was honest, and probably safe enough. On the other hand, his instincts told him to not be careless. People weren’t always what they seemed, after all.
Finally, after what started to seem like ages of fuelling a sugar addiction, the bribes paid off.
He wasn’t sure if Jagger was even around, having snuck over to this part of the city a little later than usual, but if anyone else was? They’d be greeted by the sight of a child walking through the door, steps hesitant for a moment like he might back out, before he started to move a little more confident when he got distracted by the decor.
He knew there must be a right desk, all office people had desks, right?
What; 5 OPEN LOGS & 1 SEMI OPEN LOG (to anyone who might be at the office)
Where; Markets x 2, Harbour, Gullwings office, & Grey Building.
When; Through April
Warnings; Will edit if anything happens!
Look at all those
Mono was a little more comfortable in his explorations now, a few weeks into his arrival it was slowly becoming clearer that the people here were not what he was used. They were weird, but in a good way for once. There was still a little anxiety on his part, a childish fear that if he removed the paper bag people kept asking about, that they’d see whatever it was that others say in him when he was in his world. That their attitudes might change...
But, paper bag mask firmly in place, he was a little more confident in his wandering around the market. Especially now that the fog had receded. It was lingering in the harbour district, but that was far enough from the market for his liking.
He’d gotten more than a little hung up on the creatures hooked up to carts or being ridden around on by the city guard. They appeared to be birds... Maybe big chickens...? They were scaled more like the rather frightening things in his world, and he’d shied away from their passing on more than one occasion now. Today he was sitting on a bench outside a building, bare feet kicking back and forth lightly from where they dangled as he quietly watched a cart come to a halt. “You smell weird...” He mumbled in a quiet tone, head tilting to one side. “Wonder if you’re as friendly as everyone else, or if you’re grumpy from having to pull people around all day...”
So big, and those feet looked sharp... A good peck from that beak could be a problem. On the flip side, they were such a bright, sunny yellow colour. A little more golden than Six’s rain coat or his sou’wester hat.. But a friendly shade just the same.
Window shopping Market - Someone feed this child and maybe make him buy shoes
Early in the day, residents of Aterat might see a child wandering from shop window to shop window.
There were so many store fronts to peek into the windows of and marvel at the life there. The odd clothing store or tailor shop with such colourful clothing, so bright and made of materials that looked fresh and new and so very soft. He couldn’t help but wonder sometimes, if the Pale City had ever been like this. Before the signal tower and the man in the hat... If it had, would it ever be like this again...? If the signal was interrupted? Or was the damage done.
Mono was tempted at one point to go in, wanting to get up close to the shades and see what the materials felt like. Then again, he wasn’t entirely sure he should. He knew he didn’t the funds to waist (though some of the headwear was tempting), priorities should be with food for as long as possible. It was nice, after all, to not need to scavenge through dumpsters or risk snatching things from the ‘viewers’ fridges. He’s not entirely sure people would be cool with him breaking into their homes and stealing food, and there were enough guards around that seemed aware that taking from food stalls was a risk.
So the stores... they’d have to wait for now. Maybe he could figure out a way to make money? People seemed to have jobs here, maybe there’d be something that he was good at that he could do...
Later on in the day, he’d made his way to the open air market, eyes scanning around him carefully as he watched out for people, while also being drawn to the smells of freshly prepared food.
At one point, he might be noticed scrounging around in his baggy trench coat’s pockets for something. The child had stopped in front of a stall of freshly baked bread, his stomach growling hungrily after all the exploring he’d been doing. Bread seemed smart, a whole loaf could probably last a while, right?
Not the best idea The Harbor - child no
It was the one part of the city he’d yet to properly explore. Mono had, at least at first, had some sense when he heard about the crab people monsters. But eventually he’d ventured closer and closer... After all, people still seemed to be coming and going to the forges and other establishments further from the docks. He wanted to see what was there, and maybe to get a better idea of how dangerous the things wandering beyond the gated area without going beyond it (he’s curious not stupid). Just in case they made it into the city...
At the very least, he’d found a familiar means of protection.
One might hear the sound of metal dragging on cobblestone, and further investigation would reveal a rather odd (and perhaps unsettling sight) of a small child dragging along what appeared to be a sledgehammer behind him. A lot of questions might be posed upon seeing this. Why was he here? Where were his parents? How was he dragging something that heavy when he looked like a stiff breeze could knock him over?
... Oh... oh wait. His foot caught on an uneven stone and he flopped on his face. The handle of the sledgehammer landing with a clatter next to him. Abnormally strong? Yes. But he was also terribly prone to it, as far as children went. Scrapped knees and bumps on the head were common enough. He could almost hear Six’s usually quiet huff at his clumsiness, encouraging him to get back up before something noticed them sneaking around.
King of the castle The Grey Building - WHY IS THERE A CHILD ON THE ROOF
He’d done a thorough search of his home once he had deemed the colour buildings safe enough to enter based on the other arrival’s assessments of them. Empty, the building was so very empty compared to the others... Had anyone else lived here? Would anyone else? The child had, of course, even broken into some of the empty apartments just to check and see. In case there were less obvious signs of life, or if there were unpleasant things hiding where he couldn’t see them.
It was comfortingly different from the apartment buildings he’d snuck through back in the Pale City. No ‘Viewers’ to be found. At the same time... it was eerily similar. The halls were quiet, his apartment comfortable but just as quiet as everywhere else. Mono was, after all, used to being on high alert. Listening for sounds of danger, never really relaxing. The silence just made that worse, because it felt like a trap waiting to be sprung.
Eventually he’d discovered the roof access. Here, he could listen to the sounds of life in the city below him. Enjoy the quiet reminders that this place was different, and... maybe dwell a little too much around the fact that as scary as it was? He needed to go home, his friend needed him. She needed to be saved, and no one else was going to if he didn’t.
Sometimes, to distract himself, he’d hum a rather off key little tune. A ridiculous song that got stuck in his head after it played one too many times on the TV’s back in his world. Sitting on the ledge of the roof, bag covered head tilted down to look at the people below.
They looked so small! For once he felt big!
A sneaky duckling Gullwings Office - He doesn’t see a any gulls or wings what is this place
For a few weeks now, there had been a small curious stalker wandering around. Most of the time they were exceptionally good at sneaking under the radar, but a keen eye or someone who was lucky enough to glance at just the right moment would have noticed a paper bag with eye-holes pressed against the office’s front window. The person in question was small, and timid, and sometimes could be seen sitting under the window sill unwrapping what looked like candies that he’d found on the ledge or near the entrance.
Someone who worked there was terribly clumsy (Mono could relate), or messy. At the same time, he wasn’t about to let perfectly good candy go to waste! Sweets were a precious commodity when you were a kid, right? Especially free candy that appeared to be risk free.
Ever since Mono had arrived here, specifically since he’d met Jagger at the park, the child had been following the man around the city and to his office in an attempt to figure him out. He’d been nice, weird, but genuinely nice. His senses told him the guy was honest, and probably safe enough. On the other hand, his instincts told him to not be careless. People weren’t always what they seemed, after all.
Finally, after what started to seem like ages of fuelling a sugar addiction, the bribes paid off.
He wasn’t sure if Jagger was even around, having snuck over to this part of the city a little later than usual, but if anyone else was? They’d be greeted by the sight of a child walking through the door, steps hesitant for a moment like he might back out, before he started to move a little more confident when he got distracted by the decor.
He knew there must be a right desk, all office people had desks, right?