Out and about

[king_inthenorth]

Who; Jon Snow and ota
What; Arrival and cherishment event
Where; All around the city
When; The month of February
Warnings; n/a (will update if needed)



Early February

Jon's been mostly keeping to himself since he arrived here, taking the time to get used to another new place, and learn something about it. He has decided that it's time to go farther afield now, so today he can be found just about anywhere in the city. He hasn't acquired any new clothing yet, so he's still wearing what he was wearing when he arrived: a silver tunic with a three-headed wolf embroidered in red, trousers, and boots. To keep off the chill he has a fur-trimmed cloak draped over his shoulders, and those who look closely will notice a knife at his belt. Much more noticeable is the large white wolf padding next to him through the streets.

He leaves Ghost sitting outside whenever he goes into a building, because this isn't Westeros and he's no longer seeing a threat around every corner (even if he won't fully let his guard down). Mostly he's familiarizing himself with this new city, but by the end of the day, he has also found himself a job with the city guard.

He just hopes that beyond this city's borders there aren't lurking anything like what turned out to be beyond the Wall. He's had enough of the reanimated dead for one lifetime.

Cherishment

Anyone who knew Jon in Westeros and then saw him here would hardly believe he's the same person. He's pretty much constantly smiling, and why shouldn't he? His life isn't almost constantly in danger because he's a brother of the Night's Watch, or a Stark, or just simply not dead yet. He's not losing family and friends to a war over who gets to sit on a throne that's guaranteed to make them lots of enemies. And, most importantly, he's just happy, which is something he hasn't been in he can't remember how long.

He's partaking of the festivities, complete with a flower crown, the brightness of the flowers contrasting with his dark curls. Even Ghost has a matching crown. He remembers that there had been something similar to this in the Sphere, so this isn't an entirely new celebration to him, and he's in the mood to celebrate it. He doesn't know many people here, but this seems like a good time to meet some.

He's already been to the bakery and bought some pastries to share with Inesa later when they're both home again, and now he's looking over some sets of jewelry. He has found two options that he likes and he can't decide which one he likes better, so he's looking for another opinion. Which is where who's closest to him in the shop comes in.

"Which one do you like better?"

[ooc: If we have a thread on the tdm, we can continue that instead of one of these options, too, or do something entirely different.]

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Early February!

[gadaboutdetective]

Llewellyn was constantly out and about. It was actually strange to not see him wandering around the city. Yes, he had his own desk and space at the gullwings office… But he did his best thinking and work out on the streets. He was just more comfortable outdoors and had been for a very long time. It was probably a habit he’d never quite break. Today he was actually out for other reasons, lunch being one as he had a bag of soft pretzels under one arm, and the other being to take a fuzzy hound by the same name for a good walk to tire him out a bit.

Humming to himself, he adjusted the collar of his new winter coat that Rhy had helped him pick out and done the detail work on. Dark turquoise, with embroidered detailing in complementary colours along the trim and sleeves, scrolling around the pockets where he then pulled out a pair of gloves to put on. His gray homburg settled snug over his curls and a scarf hanging loosely in a loop around his neck.

It was, all in all, a nice enough day. Almost relaxing compared to January’s chaos, and he was about to turn down a sidestreet with Pretzel when the dog caught a familiar scent. This had been happening a lot of late, what with a surprising influx of arrivals… All of them familiar, and all of them people they both were glad to see. But Pretzel’s nose tended to pick up on it first, and it set the dog to bounding off.

And where he was on a leash, it meant dragging Llewellyn along with him.

So John would be met with the comical sight of a basset hound (grown some since their last meeting, it had been a while) dragging a clumsily stumbling Llewellyn Watts-Maresh behind him. “Pretzel! Stop! Slow down, heel!” He spouted a few of the commands the dog knew well enough and usually listened to (when it suited him) to no avail.

Of course, when he spotted the large wolf and Jon? It didn’t take him long to realize what the pup was so excited about, and reacted rather quickly as he stumbled to a halt as the pup let out some eager barks. “Jon??” He blinked in surprise, before a smile in greeting crossed his face. It faltered a bit, though, as he tried to work out if he just made a mistake like he had with Enis again. She hadn’t remembered him and that had gotten awkward very fast. Hopefully Jon would be like Inesa, instead, and remember his time at the Sphere.

Cherishment

[soulsword]

Illyana had her own ghost following her around, so to speak. More accurately it was an imp. A single red one with a horn on it's head between its two pointed ears. It barely comes up to her ankles, being one of the smaller imps, but that hardly made it any less annoying. In fact, he was quite the annoyance. Especially with how he insisted upon talking in a strange language to Illyana as she looked around the celebration with a frown on her face.

It wasn't exactly her kind of celebration. She dressed almost exclusively in all black and ruled a demonic dimension. What use did she have for this kind of frivolity? Still...she was curious. Though she'd insist that the imp had been the curious one and she was simply following him so he didn't get into trouble.

Trouble was exactly what he was getting into. He'd run up to look at the sets of jewelry inquisitively picking them up and jumping up and down to get Illyana's attention.

"Stop that," she said with a much more exasperated than annoyed tone. It really was like dealing with children most of the time. She inclined her head at Jon's question and then gave him a shrug as the imp climbed down back down onto the ground.

"Are you asking me?"

Early February - Harbor District

[usestwohands]

(OOC: Let me know if you'd like me to change anything, but I was just assuming they'd met briefly before? That way introductions can be avoided again.)

Evening was Drizzt's time, and he'd spent the days and weeks since his arrival here acquainting himself with his new home, at least the city around which it seemed to thrive. He knew there were forests beyond the walls, plains to the west and north, and even it was said mountains if one were to travel far enough. He may even stray that way at some point, but knowing the fulcrum of all this strangeness first was a necessity.

He'd found the Harbor District to be a partcularly interesting place, as such districts often were, and it saw even more excitement in the evening, when the taverns there were crawling with workers fresh of labor shifts. It was almost as lively as any other bustling harbor in a port town, which in itself was strange. To their knowledge, there was no other city with which to trade, wasn't there?

This night, though, Drizzt had taken to the side streets and darker alleys, and had pulled from his cloak a small onyx figurine of a pouncing tiger. The etherial spirit stalked beside him now, lending her preternatural senses to his exploration. By all appearances, she was a large black panther with shining yellow eyes, her shoulders breaking even with Drizzt's waist. He stilled when the hunter beside him froze, her hackles raising as they neared an entrance to the street proper. He followed the cat's attention, his gaze alighting first on the impressive wolf, then to its master and a slight smile tugged at his lips as he stepped from the shadows, the panther tense and prepared at his side.

"Well met, Jon Snow. How are you finding the harbor distict?"