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Loud seal is loud

Who; Caelan and you!
What; Open log
Where; Assorted Locations! (Red Building Common Space, Red Building his Apartment, Market, Gullwings Office, and the Harbour/Shore)
When; Throughout August, vaguely specified on each prompt.
Warnings; No, but I will edit if anything comes up!

Common Space - Early August

The common space was generally one that Caelan frequented since his arrival, a social creature by nature and necessity to keep himself occupied 90% of the time. He saw it as a good opportunity to get to know his neighbours without actively having to seek them out, to watch them moving in and out of the building and go about their days.

Today found the selkie draped comfortably over one of the chairs, a new violin settled comfortably in his hands as he worked at tuning the new instrument to his liking. Occasionally he’d draw the bow across the stings, testing them out before he resumed what he was doing with the odd thoughtful hum, pleased or disappointed depending on the results.

Still, his mood is clearly good today. Caelan is often smiling, often pleasant company and quick to laugh; but today there’s something about it that it feels far more genuine than it has been. He’d been a few weeks without both an instrument or his usual sense of purpose, but things were decidedly starting to look up what with the morning’s surprise left outside his door.

Market - All through the month!

There was one more musician that could be heard in the market these days. Dressed up, all shiny in his usual accessories and finery, hair pulled back into glittering pins.

Caelan had take to joining in the street performers when they didn’t mind his presence, or setting himself up on an empty corner or near the fountain square when the mood struck. The life and the surrounding energy tended to inspire, and people seemed to like the songs he brought with him from home. Some were familiar enough to those who knew the classical world well, while others had a certain life and rough edge that was more the music of the common folk.

If you were lucky, polite, or simply caught his interest, he would even be inspired take requests. “What’ll it be? Ye look to be in the mood for a particular sound, or are ye just going to stand there gawking?” He spoke up with a grin, cheeks lifted in utter delight and relaxed amusement.

Gullwings Office - Early to Mid!

Caelan still wasn’t entirely sure how this had happened (beyond the obvious, of course). This wasn’t his usual gig, nor was it his usual crowd.

Here he was though, meandering around the Gullwings office like he belonged there. Checking out the furnishings (he had to hand it to Yuna, the place was nice), stopping to chat with whoever happened to be there that day, looking at his desk and wondering what on earth he was going to do with it.

That last thing wasn’t entirely difficult, he’d already shoved some blank sheet music in a drawer to amuse himself on slow days when he didn’t have anything to do. There was also the matter of copying and detailing the maps and blueprints that the directory had given him so Yuna could store the originals away for safe keeping.

He was hoping to at least be able to add to them, to include some rough outlines of the sewers paths between their access points as he and Yuna made a trip down to explore them.

Until then, he was quite available to get to know the group a little better. Getting a feel for personalities, trying to glimpse how they operated, and looking for anything to suggest he might not be able to trust someone.

Harbour/Shoreline - For Holly. Let the Spider-Man meme commence! - Anytime in August, probably late evening after all the respectable people have gone home for the day.

There was a lot about the harbour district that disturbed Caelan for obvious reasons, but he had also found there were quite a few things about it to appreciate.

Once the sun had been down for a few hours the amount of people travelling the docks lessened considerably, which meant a little more privacy for him to do one of the things (aside from his music or thieving) that he did best. Fishing. It was going to save him quite a bit of money, unless he felt like eating something at a restaurant in the company of others.

These waters appeared to be very well stocked with fish, so as long as he didn’t go so far as to be near the reefs where some particularly large and nasty creatures dwelt, he could fish to his content. Feed up, and perhaps even bring some fish home for those who had endeared themselves enough to him to bring back a decent sized catch of fish or crustaceans depending on their tastes.

Tonight was no exception, his clothes folded neatly behind some rocks as he donned his more natural attire to enjoy that other half of his soul. So, as the moon rose higher in the sky, there was a form swimming around in the waters. Diving here, coming up there, a soft song carried over the breeze occasionally, and sometimes a splash could be heard as the being caught something in its grasp.

It’s 3AM, oops. - ... Probably all through the month unless someone does something about it. Sorry Red Building.

Caelan had a very irregular sleep schedule, he stayed up late and slept in just as late. Should he get that shifted now that he was in another world and joining a group for exploring and helping out around the city?

Yes, yes he should.

Would he actually do that?

Probably not.

So the selkie tended to keep very odd hours. Thus far that hadn’t really been obvious aside from the later hour that he left his dorm room during the day (Around 11:30 every day like clockwork). Once Caelan had an instrument, that might have been a different story depending on the person and their ability to ignore noise at strange hours.

Sometime around three in the morning, the red building would be treated to the sounds of a violin being played. The piece was strange in tone, energy fluctuating at random, it was honestly the kind of song one might have been warned off of following if it was heard near the caves of their local beach or along the river beds of the forests they lived near. Fae music, intended to be played by theirs ands alone and rarely heard by humans.

Caelan was feeling homesick, whether he’d admit it to anyone or not. On nights where he felt just a touch too disconnected from his life, he could be found playing the music his best friend had taught him or working on his own compositions. Sheet music spread across the table, and a bottle of whiskey sitting open next to that.

If you’re curious enough, or annoyed enough, knock at his door. He’d be happy to have the company, and he’d be happy to share the alcohol.

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“A lot of us aren’t though, I almost wonder how many that were here before us are even ‘of this world.’” Considering there were so few answers going around, Caelan had found himself wondering at times if they lacked answers because many of them hadn’t been around for whatever happened either.

He was more interested in his company and his music for the moment though, save the rest of it for the daytime hours.

He couldn’t help but notice Nida’s body language of course, clearly the man was the sort to be ready to go at a moments notice. So tense and ready to spring! Not that Caelan could blame the man. Certainly not! It was hard enough to relax in a strange new place when there was so much up in the air on top of that. It was why clinging to the one small bit of normalcy (the music) was important to him.

When he began to play again, the song is decidedly more delicate and relaxing this time. Something slow and winding compared to the much higher energy he’d been playing with before. Caelan had said he played to alleviate the stress of his group as much as he did to have fun with them.

Tone set, he balanced his focus between the conversation and the piece, “Well, I would say that could be seen as weird. Then again, I don’t know the circumstances of why you can read sheet music but never learned to play an instrument. For all I know, it could be because you sing. There are other practical reasons of course, knowing the notes and how to follow them on paper can be very useful if you’re trying to be sneaky.” He grinned a little, everyone on his crew needed to know how to read it. Codes among the notes were excellent ways of communicating under the noses of others.

It's good music. Music that soothes in a way that might get Nida to relax. Instead... it's just interesting to him. The fact that Caelan chose this peace probably said something, right? But why?

No, he had to remind himself. He's not analyzing other people right now.

"Sheet music is good to put ciphers into," he confirms.

If asked why he had chosen the piece, he probably would have responded something like ‘Because you look like you need to bloody well relax a bit, pal.’ Sometimes Caelan did things to be helpful, he wasn’t always the little brat that he often acted like. As it was at the moment, he was happy so long as he kept playing. Eventually he would decide to sleep, but it was still early for him yet.

The confirmation brings a smile to his face, “Thought that it was for a sneaky reason. Maybe I’ll have to slide a few into my compositions and see if you notice them sometime.” Like a game, he loved those. On the practical side, it was good to know he wasn’t the only one that was accustomed to using music that way. Might come in handy if things went sideways and a more subtle means of getting information around were necessary.

Subtle communication was always important. Nida had learned in the last place to be paranoid. It had been trying to kill him and everyone, after all.

"The issue is that we're from different worlds. Musical compositions may expect strange things in yours."

“Perhaps we should compare systems sometime then. See what might be strange between them.” Caelan probably would have loved to see music compositions from other worlds in general if the were available. It was too bad they weren’t. “It might even be different in this one, what we write might be even more unfamiliar to those who live here?” Which would be an added bonus if it were every necessary, those in this world might be less likely to catch on if they don’t know what to look for...

He would have to even check on what might be available in this world, another trip to the directory might be in order.

"We might have to try. But that presumes that I'd want to pass you messages," Nida points out, smirking a little as he says it. "What if you're just not that interesting?"

Oh, he's absolutely intrigued by this man. He's one of few that has layers to his magic, and Siren? She's INTERESTED. Plus moved by the music.

Caelan raised a brow at that, stifling a small laugh as he continued playing. “Am I not?” He questioned Nida with some curious amusement in his voice, “I am sought after quite often in my own world, so I find myself questioning that I might not be interesting? Of course, perhaps you just need time to see it.”

That’s what happened when you stole things from rich entitled people, Caelan. Definitely not what Nida thinks, though they’re both joking and it’s rather fun for all that the song he’s playing doesn’t match the tone.

He would have been delighted to know that his music was being enjoyed by both him and Siren though.

"You may presume much, By-the-way."

Weird things happen to and around interesting people. Dare he risk it?

"I'm sure you've reasons to be sought after. I don't know that any of those reasons are ones that affect me."

“Hmm... Perhaps not.” He responded with a little chuckle, Nida definitely hadn’t given him any indication that he’d have reason to be a pain in the neck like humans back home did. Caelan didn’t expect that to change, but he wasn’t about to place any bets on it. People had many faces, just as the fae did.

The song continued it’s winding journey, soft and gentle to somewhat haunting at times. “I’ve told you, no need for formalities. Only complete strangers need use my last name.” He added jokingly a moment later, amusement clear.

“I suppose the question then is what would you classify as interesting enough?”

"Are you suggesting we're not complete strangers? Do you even know my last name?"

Oh yes, he's teasing. And is pleased to do so.

“Well I did allow you to draw magic from me a while back, that has to count for some new-found familiarity, doesn’t it?” He responded with a smirk, “And is it my fault that you never gave it? For all I know, you might not have one.”

Might be nice to get the magic again. But that is nice. The familiarity they have together.

"Do you want to know my name? I could give it."

“Would you trust me with such a well guarded secret?” He responded with a laugh, “After all, names are important things to be giving away, you never know what one might do with it.” Caelan is teasing of course, selkie had little use for names or playing games with them unlike some other fae creatures. Not that Nida would know that, of course.

"It's not like names have power. They just are," Nida offers with a roll of his shoulder. In the end, though, he smiles.

"Nomura. Nida Nomura."

Caelan hummed a little, a suspicious sound though he doesn’t argue the point. Were they in his own world he’d suggest reconsidering that stance on names. He smiled instead, leaning forward in his seat as he adjusted his old on the violin though didn’t stop playing, “Nida Nomura...” He tried the name out, before nodding.

“It Suits you, would you prefer the formality of Mr. Nomura then? I would hate to be rude and continue to presume a familiarity there might not be.” He’s teasing of course.

"Mister Nomura is dead," Nida sighs and leans back more comfortably on his chair.

He doesn't hold it against Caelan. The guy won't really know what sorta land mine that was.

"Nida. Just Nida."

Ah, now there was a touchy subject. He could be considered informed on the matter though, Caelan was a brat, but he wasn’t an asshole (without reason). “I see...” It’d be like if someone had brought up his dead mother, some things needn’t be dredged up in his opinion.

So instead of bringing all that up, he rolled with it, “Just Nida it is then.” He responded with a smile, shifting from one piece to another as one came to an end. “And if you want a look at sheet music from my world, the closest you’ll get is on the table there.” Because he’d been composing in his spare time, the music shop had blank sheet music to purchase even if they hadn’t had any of the instruments he knew how to play. How Raimon had gotten his hands on one was a bit of a mystery, but Caelan wouldn’t complain.

Nida nodded and moved to look over the sheet music. Seemed pretty basic to him.

"How long have you been playing? And better yet. How long have you been of the opinion that playing in the middle of the night is the best choice?"

Caelan watched the man’s face for hints of surprise or confusion, and was delighted to see none of that. Good, that made things much easier to start.

Then Nida had to go and ask the questions that Caelan really got bored of answering. Why did humans always want to know that? What was time to a being with conditional immortality? He supposed he couldn’t blame them, they did live such short lives... They had less time to do everything, so mastery was measured by the amount of time put into a skill. “Oh, I would say awhile for both? Been playing for years now, and a few years shorter than that for playing in the middle of the night. Like I said, my group tended to be a little more nocturnal than most folks.”

"I don't mind that you're nocturnal. Usually true of me as well. But you know, sleep is sorta valuable," Nida points out. And come on, have some pity for hte roommate who can't get earplugs.

He raised a brow at that, “Ah, I think I see what you're getting at now.”

Finally, he got it. To be fair to the selkie, he’d never had to share a wall with someone before. Nor did most fae care about them man sleep schedule, least of all one who spent most of his time frustrating specific humans. “So you’re saying you’d like it if I could keep it down once the sun goes down, am I right?” Lowering the bow from string, he pointed to the window slightly at the darkened outdoors.

Ah, but does he? Nida smiles and shakes his head. And it's amusing to hear it.

"Oh no, not once the sun goes down. I'm not often back then. I'm thinking, uh, more like one to five in the morning? Just a four hour break? I'm not always home then, or sleeping then. Though I'm awake now, so by all means."

Play on.

“No?” He responded with a grin, thinking on the suggested shift in his schedule. Nida was lucky, if Caelan hadn’t taken a liking to him, he might have only made things worse. The fae could be a bit petty when given a reason to be... Instead, he nodded a moment later. “I suppose that is a fair and sensible suggestion, I could attempt to find something a little quieter to do in that four hour timespan.”

The answer to that should be to actually try sleeping at that hour, but they’d see about that...

And if he was being given permission to keep playing for the moment? He will. The bow is drawn back to the strings again, something new but still at least appropriately toned for the late hour. “Of course, I hope you can forgive me if I sometimes fail to keep to the schedule. Sometimes I lose track of time, I’m sure you understand.” He’d say he was only human, but that was a touch too silly a joke to make. Not to mention a flat out lie.

Oh, Nida's not expecting sleeping to happen in that time. That would be silly. Sleep is for the weak. But being considerate doesn't hurt people. Usually.

"People often lose track of time, and I was never really fond of the concept of it myself. But there are times where one must unfortunately conform to societal norms."

They weren't often in his opinion, but they happened.

“Even those that aren’t really your own, I suppose.” He responded with a little wry grin. Human societal norms were almost a game to him at this point, to conform, blend and pass as though he belonged among them. Sometimes it was fun, other times it was dull as anything. “And here we are, new world, new norms to conform to.”

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