1 Audio Broadcast & 2 Open Logs

[gadaboutdetective]

Who; Llewellyn & Anyone!
What; 1 Audio broadcast & 2 Open Logs
Where; The logs are at the Historium & the market!
When; Over the first couple weeks in May!
Warnings; Nothing to start, will update if anything happens!

1 - Tellphone

[Clearing his throat a little, Llewellyn tried to think of where to start, he’s been snooping around for a few days and compiling some notes.]

Hello! I’m sure everyone is rather used to these sorts of broadcasts now, but uh— I’ve only just arrived in the last few days. My name is Llewellyn Watts-Maresh, to get introductions out of the way.

I’ve been catching up on the goings on already, seems like there’s a lot going on right now that I’d like to offer my assistance with. So! I’ll skip directly to the main point of my broadcast.

While this world is a significant improvement on my last... I’m finding myself in need of a starting point. I’m accustomed to having an office to work from, but I don’t believe I’ll have the funds to open something myself from the start. Is there possibly a private investigation firm already that would be looking for a detective? I… don’t need much space. I’ve gotten used to taking my work outdoors in the past, but a desk to keep my notes and work at on occasion would be appreciated.

[And he paused, humming a little as he mulled over a secondary thought he’d been playing with since he arrived.]

That aside, I’m also knowledgeable with floriography. Even if this worlds is different from my own, I’m a fast study. I’ve had practice in making arrangements for various meanings and occasions, and before I was pulled here I was dabbling in gardening…? So if anyone is looking for some part-time help there, I wouldn’t mind doing that on the side. I uh— I like to keep busy.

[And if he and his husband ever do figure out how to purchase a home, he knows they’ll need the money for it. Being cooped up in a small apartment is not ideal long term.]

Mm… That should do it, thank you.



2 - Historium

Llewellyn might have been a little slower to get here than he normally would have been, too distracted with this new world and getting his feet under him. But any sort of library was a good starting point to see what kind of references were available when you wanted to investigate and learn more about certain things about a place that might not be readily available through word of mouth. Or things that were just easier to find out on your own, as he was prone to doing.

It was… a lot more disorganized than the last giant library he’d frequented, but that actually wasn’t a big issue for the detective. His thought process already tended towards the chaotic and scattered, so he actually felt rather at home in the place. It wasn’t hard to start at one shelf, scan the titles, and grab something before he continued onward.

Anyone around the Historium would see Llewellyn either with a few books under his arm, or sitting on a table (using the chair as a footrest) and leafing through a selection curiously. Once in a while, he’d stop, jot a few thoughts down in messy scrawl in his notebook, and then continue reading…

He’s not so absorbed in his task that he doesn’t notice anyone else around him. Llewellyn could be quite paranoid and didn’t enjoy being surprised, so unless you’re particularly sneaky, he would be quite aware if someone were to approach…



3 - Market

There were several places that Llewellyn could be guaranteed to be found if you needed him. The first being where ever he worked (he truly was a workaholic at times), with his husband (obvious, perhaps), and the market… The last being because Llewellyn usually found himself in need of a snack every few hours, he tended to think better on a full stomach and his metabolism was rather high given how little he sat around.

It was also his other go to for making contacts and gathering information on a place. People talked, especially shop and food stall employees. They saw or heard about everything going on in the city, after all, and if you were a frequent enough customer, they tended to appreciate your business enough to be on friendly terms. 

Given this was another new world… Llewellyn was starting from scratch. So over the course of his first few weeks in this place, through the day, he’d take a stroll through the market whenever he was feeling hungry. Every time he’d stop somewhere, he’d take a few minutes to chat and get to know the person working, he might not remember names right away, but if he stopped there frequently enough he’d start to commit things to memory (and he certainly wrote more important conversations down).

If approached, Llewellyn would actually be quite happy to talk, as long as no one minded his snacking… He’d even offer to share.

Comments

For Yuki- Continuation from TDM

[gadaboutdetective]

(Continued from: Here!)

Llewellyn’s expression perked up when he heard a voice responding through the device. It was still a bit weird. He’d gotten so used to just having voice and images transmitting right to his mind that having some kind of phone again was something to adjust to. Absentminded, he rubbed the area behind his ear where the device used to be implanted before he picked up the phone.

At least it didn’t have wires like phones in his time... It was portable, though anyone who knew the detective would probably know to expect him to lose it. “Earthquakes... That’s at least somewhat normal for a world, though still unfortunate. Do they do much damage?”

He’d been in earthquakes before, once or twice, but there was something so normal about them that was a little bit of a relief compared to some of the things that happened in the last world he’d been in. That’s not to say his concern hadn’t risen at the mention of monsters.

It hit him, almost belatedly, that Yuki had used the term. “Monsters? Would you be able to uh— clarify on that a little? Like are they something like a living nightmare, or something more real?” Or a mix of the two, he supposed...

[areasontohope]

He had to pause as he heard the question about earthquakes. How in this world was he going to explain such a thing without it sounding as weird as it actually was? So the silver head shook and he tried anyhow.

"Damage..well it's more like they seem to..uncover more parts of the city that weren't there before." Mentally he cringed knowing how weird it sounded. But at the same time it was really the way it was and there wasn't any point to lying about it. After all the man would discover it himself at one point or another as it had happened a few times while he was here.

But as far as the monsters..again honesty. "I'm sorry sir..but monsters are just that. There was a demon bear awhile back that suddenly appeared." And fortunately he didn't give away any of the sorrow of what that damn thing did. Which was why there was someone he needed to contact.

[gadaboutdetective]

So definitely not the normal, standard earthquake. Perhaps it had been too much to hope for, but he knew he had enough to feel thankful for upon arriving here. He’d simply have to be mindful and not let himself get too carried away.

“Uncover more parts of the city. So… It’s more like the world is suffering some sort of strange growing pains. How odd.” That was definitely not what Llewellyn expected to hear concerning earthquakes, and yet… Things appearing in a world that weren’t there before? Not a first, so while it’s still pretty weird, it’s better than things being destroyed or disappearing. Unless that was coming… It had last time. He frowned lightly to himself, adjusting his hold on the tellphone. “How large-scale are these additions? Are they fully formed, and how does the local population react to them?”

Sorry, Yuki. Llewellyn was the sort to ask a lot of questions, and trying to get his feet under him in a strange new world was a priority. For all he was happy to be here, he didn’t want to be caught off guard too badly this time if he could help it.

The subject of monsters get’s an awkward sigh, yup. There was the other shoe, he supposed. But this was still good information, the more he and Rhy knew to be mindful of, the better. “Don’t be sorry, there’s no need.” He responded, a tad bluntly… He had a bit of a knee-jerk reaction when it came to being apologized to, he’d been working on that. His tone softened a bit, “It’s better that I know now than later when it’s too late. I’ll need to find somewhere I can do some reading on the subject, if I can. I don’t suppose you’d have a recommendation?” He offered, trying to lighten his voice a little.

Belatedly… Something else struck him. Sir… Llewellyn was vaguely reminded of a colleague that was prone to defaulting to ‘Sir.’ It made him a little nostalgic, but the point was that he’d forgotten to give this helpful stranger is name. “Oh— and I forgot, I should introduce myself. My name is Llewellyn Watts-Maresh.”

[areasontohope]

Yuki's voice was apologetic. "Ya it's..really weird here." It was strange even for a boy who grew up in a cursed family and tried to be normal. But the next question he could answer. "The last time we had something like that happen, it seemed as if an entire arena appeared completely intact and functional. And the strangest thing was that everyone acted as if nothing was out of the ordinary."

Of course he had gone to see the new additions along with everyone else but it was as he'd said. No one acted like anything was amiss, not even the guard.

At the query for a recommendation though, Yuki could definitely provide one. "There's a library on what seems to be almost the outskirts of town, and a Historium in town. Those are the main places that people go to for information. But I think I saw someone trying to set up a bookstore somewhere near the center of town where people first show up."

Hearing the name was a small surprise, but it was a nice one and he was of course polite enough to reciprocate in kind. "It's nice to meet you. My name is Yuki Sohma."

tell phone

[harrythelizard]

[Harry doesn't sound genuinely excited often. But here he is.]

Watts? Is that you?

[gadaboutdetective]

[Llewellyn blinked at the tell-phone… No… Really…? No… Well, perhaps? After all, Rhy was here as well. Maybe his luck was turning for the better more than he thought if his friend was here too.

Still, it’s not a voice he expected to hear again, so he’s quite excited himself. You can practically hear the delighted grin in his tone,]

Presumably, unless I’ve been replaced by an imitation with the same memories. [He’s… attempting a joke?] It’s so good to hear your voice though, Harry. It would seem more than a few of us have found ourselves above sea level?

[And he’s so relieved by that detail.]

[harrythelizard]

Hey, considering this is the second time something like this has happened to me, us I guess, I wouldn't eliminate that as a possibility.

[But knowing Watts was here actually made this easier to deal with? Maybe there was some sort of order to the world (worlds?) after all.]

Yeah, and I can't tell you how glad I am to see a real sun.

Market

[faithfulsupport]

Ignis worked at the hunter's lodge as the main chef, so fresh ingredients were a thing and one of the reasons he was in the market as often as he was. And usually he bought more than was needed even there with as many hungry hunters and patrons as he served because what he didn't use there was brought home for him or his fiancée to cook. So there was truly no point in his mind to not purchase everything all at once.

Today he was working with the fish, trying to make sure he had enough for the lodge and home, with an extra special purchase going towards Nida's Julia. More often than not her dad bought fresh fish for her, but they were both at work.

And with him being so often here, the fish mongers chatted animatedly with him, especially since he tended to make larger purchases due to feeding folks at the lodge. Knowing he'd have to carry the consortium of crabs back, the sellers were even kind enough to cut and tie the claws in a bit of prep for him.

So as they were being prepared, Ignis visually located his chocobo who was tied not too far from where he was shopping. Not realizing there was a new person snacking on the other side of the bird at first, green eyes rolled playfully at the bird as he lifted his now ringed hand to scratch under its chin affectionately.

"And I suppose you want me to pick you up some Gysahl greens for your time and effort today."

Re: Market

[gadaboutdetective]

Llewellyn was, unsurprisingly, working his way through a soft pretzel. They weren’t as fancy here as they’d been in the last world, but there was something to be said for the classic. He’d enjoyed a nice conversation with the stall owner, working out a little more about the city itself and what to expect as he went.

There were some things that were a concern, yes, but there was also a lot that he’d already come to love. Being out under an open sky being the big one, he didn’t even have it in him to be annoyed that he still didn’t have his hat. The other thing being that he knew this snack would help keep him going until later, when he could join his husband for dinner at the tavern and they could just… talk about their day. Share what new things they’d worked out.

Admittedly, seeing some of the animals… It was also nice, yes, but he missed his dog something fierce. The hound would have been not only a comfort, but rather useful to have around in a world with less technology. He’d been making a lot of progress with teaching him scent tracking… Ah, well… Positives and negatives, he guessed.

Lowering his carb filled snack, Llewellyn blinked a little as a man seemed to be chatting with his large chicken… ostrich… thing— Chocobo, Llewellyn, they’re called chocobos. The nice lady, Lauri-ell told you already.

“Mm… Everyone deserves a treat if they work hard, and these birds seem to work rather hard indeed.” He mumbled out loud, perhaps to Ignis from where he was standing. Absently, he wondered what a Gysahl green was, and if they were a little like horses in that they were prone to sweeter temperament if given something to eat.

[faithfulsupport]

For a moment Ignis paused as he heard someone answer him. Surely chocobos couldn't talk, or that would be yet another thing to set Nida off as the man was rather frightened of them it seemed.

One day he hoped that would change as they were pretty useful and had personalities all their own.

So he turned the bird's rather large head and saw a man snacking on something that looked delicious. As he was rather unfamiliar with whatever it was it intrigued both the scholar and chef in him. But then of course his gaze went to the man's face. He wasn't a regular here and didn't seem to have the whole vibe of fitting in with the regular folks here. So perhaps he was new, but Ignis was far too polite to ask such a question.

However, the suggestion about hard working birds tipped the scales in the bird's favour, so purchasing Gysahl greens before he left the market today was certainly in order. After all, he wouldn't be able to handle carrying the crabs as far as he needed to without his feathered friend's assistance.

So with the man the advisor had to agree. "Indeed. They've made life quite easier here."

Unless your name happened to be Nida.

3

[soulsword]

On most occasions Illyana went to the market to refill her supplies. For the most part they were objects used in rituals, usually involved in the newest thing she was attempting to master. Today was a slightly different day. She did have a small basket with a few candles and what appears to be some incense of some sort, but other than those few items her basket was oddly empty. The reason for that might become clear once one notices what she's carrying in her other hand: a soft pretzel coated in cinnamon sugar. That's right, Illyana's shopping mission had become horribly detoured by her discovery of the sweet pretzels. Hell dimensions weren't really known for their bakeries but this place? This place had quite the assortment of things to choose from. It wasn't something she'd admit to but she was kind of excited to try them all.

Once she'd finished the one in her hand she went back for another one. That was when she ran into Llewellyn, directly bumping into him. It was enough to deter her from going for the second pretzel, couldn't let anyone know she was out here excited to get sweets. Unless someone had seen her eating it before she went for another, it's not like she'd gone too far to eat it.

"It seems we should both pay more attention."

CINNAMON PRETZELS

[gadaboutdetective]

It was a funny meeting, really. They were both on a rather direct route, right in line for the collision for a very specific reason. An unforeseen one on both their parts, clearly, but still a reason.

Llewellyn was, of course, just on his way away from the place she was heading towards. A bag clutched in his hand, and a bounce in his step. He was in a rather excellent mood, after all. He’d found a place that sold the basic, traditional pretzel before now… But something a little more sweet had escaped his investigations until now, and while he was more just a little more fond of the savoury variations on his favourite snack if he was going to pick? His husband adored the cinnamon sugar variety, and so the bag in his hand was meant to be a surprise for Rhy.

… Well, with one or two polished off beforehand. There were quite a few hours left in the day, after all, and just because they weren’t his favourite of favourites didn’t mean he didn’t like them. Pretzels were still pretzels, or something to that effect.

If only he’d been paying a little more attention, instead of distracted by his small victory in snack options or his next stop which would probably be another round at the Historium. Alas, it wasn’t meant to be. The collision sets the detective more than a little off kilter, his arms (bag of tasty pretzels included) swinging out a little to get his balance. “Oh— Oof, perhaps… Are you alright, Miss? No uh— no damage done?”

[soulsword]

One of the small tealight candles Illyana had in her basket had been the only real causality of their collusion on her end. Rather than offering him any sort of assistance as he tried to catch his balance she just bent over to pick the candle up and put it back where it belonged. Jagger would probably have side-eyed her for not offering someone she'd just bumped into assistance. Piotr probably would have too, but her brother was always the first person to jump at helping someone else. That wasn't quite Illyana's personality though. The only people she really went out of her way to help happened to be the very small circle of friends she had and children. Children in particular managed to trigger more helpful feelings in her than anything else, but that was for very particular reasons that she kept to herself.

This man was neither a child nor a New Mutant or mutant at all. At least to her knowledge. He was a man holding pretzels who had gotten in her way while she was on a mission for more pretzels. Of course it was him that had gotten in her way and not just that they'd both bumped into each other.

Once she'd gotten her candle she decided she could at least pretend to be somewhat polite and actually acknowledged he'd said something in response to her comment. "Better than the candle," she said wryly. "And better than you it seems. Are you going to fall?" It might be kind of funny if he did. That probably shouldn't be something she should admit. Trying to be a real girl instead of a soulless demoness was a lot more difficult than she'd originally thought it'd be.

Historium

[asthecroweflies]

With all the recent goings-on, namely the disappearance of nearly all his co-workers and the sudden realization of his utter lack of knowledge in the arena of magic and Illyana's...less than comforting agreement to teach him, Jagger has decided to see what the Historium has on the topic. He's not sure it's going to provide him with anything useful, Yuna told him about the times she'd tried, but he was going to give it a solid effort before he gave up.

After all, Illyana may be a mistress of magic in her world, but that didn't mean she was a master of all magic from all worlds. He didn't try to be quiet as he made his way to the swirling green sphere in the center of the room, and his chin rose in resignation before he addressed the thing.

"I need to see what you know about magic."

The mists within the sphere swirled to life and he approached, darker bits coming together into some semblance of words. ...ask...

"Yeah, okay. What can you tell me about magic?"

After a moment of watching the mist swirl and come together again, the man's voice, lightly accented as though he might have spent a good bit of time in England, sounded irritated. "What do you mean nothing?"

Save him, please.

[gadaboutdetective]

Llewellyn was caught up in scribbling down some notes from a table he was sitting at nearby, contemplating that it might be time for a break. He was sure it was probably near enough to lunchtime by now, and his eyes needed a rest.

Closing the notebook, he slid off the side of the table and was tucking his things in his pockets to leave when he heard a voice in a slightly familiar accent. Hm… A slightly frustrated voice, at that.

The directory was something Llewellyn hadn’t really approached yet himself, but he had been observing the odd person talking to it. The detective might have felt a little weird approaching a sentient orb, if he were being honest.

It seemed like it was there to help, but it also didn’t appear to make getting its assistance easy. Humming a little, he supposed now was as good a time as any. “I believe it means it can’t tell you anything on the subject? From what I’ve seen, it’s picky concerning the phrasing of requests.”

He rubbed the side of his face, thinking of how to proceed. Indeed, he’d even forgotten to introduce himself or even ask the guy if he wanted help. “Mm… Directory, are there any books or… scrolls… on magic?”

[asthecroweflies]

"Yeah, I know. I haven't used it myself, but I knew, know someone who has. She said you have to be specific." Or it evidently taunts you. He gave the other man who approached a once-over. There weren't many of them who weren't native, and Jagger had never seen this man before. He made it his business to at least know the other visitor's faces. "You're new around here."

It was a statement, and it was lost as the Directory reacted to Watts' address, mists swirling and dancing faster now as words come together in its depths.

"...yes..."

Jagger snorts. "It thinks it's clever."

Tellphone

[cetrary]

I just got here myself, but I was thinking of opening up a flower shop! I had one back home and I guess you could say I have a talent for growing things. [ Yes...a talent. Definitely not a unique kind of magical power. A "talent." We'll go with that. ] Maybe we could see about working together?

[gadaboutdetective]

[Llewellyn was rather pleased to have received a response concerning his other idea. Finding work was a priority, both to keep busy and to make sure they could get what they needed in this world.

And if he could help out a fellow new-person? All the better.]

I suppose I should say welcome fellow-new person, then. It’s nice to meet you, miss? [Adjusting his hold on the phone, it was still a little strange to get used to using something like this again.] I uh— I would be happy to work with you if you do open your flower shop? I’m… still a bit of a novice with growing things, but I’d like the chance to improve.

And as I mentioned, I do have a little more experience with making bouquets and arrangements from the last world I was in.

[So even if he needed a little work in other areas, he knew he could at least contribute.]

[cetrary]

Aerith will do, no need for the miss. I'm not that old yet! [ She might have offered a last name, but she honestly couldn't see how it'd be important right now so she chose to just go with first names. ] Oh, I'm going to open it. I'll need something to do here and it sounds like it might be just the thing the place needs. Besides, it might even be helpful if I can get some good herbs growing. [ This place seemed like it could use all the help it could get. It also felt like it could use some help but she wasn't going to worry anyone about that. Besides, she was going to need something to keep herself busy if she really was trapped here. If she didn't she might go crazy worrying about her home and it's current looming disasters. ]

You're in luck, I happen to be a great teacher. I just had a student who impressed everyone with the bouquets he made after we spent some time in my gardens. [ Okay, well, maybe he wasn't exactly her student. But the nice arrangement of flowers he helped her bring to the Leaf house was definitely due to her guidance. ] As long as you've got the desire to learn, I can teach! [ She was really starting to get curious about the whole last world thing though and now she couldn't help but ask a little something. ]

Soooo...how'd you end up going from detective work to having a side job as a florist?

Continued from TDM

[unbreakable_king]

[Continued from Here]

"I'd hardly call us good at this, dearest," Rhy answered, shaking his head. However their plans were definitely more than he'd had entering the Sphere.

And he didn't think he'd be this prepared if he wasn't trying to take care of his husband as well.

[gadaboutdetective]

Llewellyn offered a slightly small, thoughtful smile as his husband shook his head, “Maybe not good, I suppose… But we’re at least a little experienced. I think if we can work out what to expect from this world, along with getting what we need done to provide for ourselves, we’ll might be alright.”

It was odd, but if the subject were to be brought up, Llewellyn probably would have had to admit to being of a similar mind there. Things were different when you had a loved one around, so rather than throw himself into whatever sort of casework he could find, Llewellyn was more focused on other priorities.

He picked away at his food as he considered other things. Clearly not even today could stunt his appetite. “I’m going to try to find out what I can about this place, if there are things we should worry about… Er— Once we follow through with the first things on our current list, that is.”

He was eager to see their accommodations, after all. That in itself might shift priorities or focus on the list.

[unbreakable_king]

Yes, Rhy supposed they were lucky. They had been put through strange things before. And they had light in the sky and true wind and the air couldn't shut off. And there wasn't even those strange electric lights. Very nice.

"Yes. Housing first," he said as the server came over to tell them what was available. He ordered for them, already knowing his husband enough to know what Llewellyn would ask for. "We'll likely need clothes too. While you research, I'll gather what of our coin we might be able to spare, and put some clothes together for us."

Continued from TDM

[kree_soldieress]

[Continued from here]

"There are very many reasonable here with great skills," Lauri-Ell agreed with a smile.

She knew she would do her best to protect this place too, taking her hammer out when it was needed.

"This place is mostly safe, though."

[gadaboutdetective]

“I admit, it’s the ‘mostly’ part that worries me some… I like to try to keep an eye on things, I’m not overfond of surprises.” He responded with a wry smile. It was a bit of an understatement...

Llewellyn had been working on it, but old habits died hard, especially when there might be a reason to hang onto them. “But knowing some of what’s happened in this place is a help, which uh— thank you for.”

[kree_soldieress]

"I would tell you all I know, but I do not know much. You should speak to the guard. And perhaps Mister Nida."

She had met the guard in the briefest of passings, but he seemed experienced and confident in this place. "He could potentially help you. I would have suggested Caelan as well, but he is long gone. He was a good friend. He taught me music."