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aterat2020-08-02 03:48 pm
stickyflippers) wrote in aterat2020-08-02 03:48 pm
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.
Wildcard/Other
Is there something I forgot? Did you have something specific in mind? Throw it at me! I’d be delighted!
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.
Wildcard/Other
Is there something I forgot? Did you have something specific in mind? Throw it at me! I’d be delighted!
3am!
As it stood now, she couldn't sleep, and up until then, there'd just been...silence. Or something close enough to it. All she'd been able to do was sing to herself, though even as she lay on the couch staring at the ceiling that was gradually becoming familiar to her now, it didn't help much.
The sound of a violin being played, then- that was surprising. Comforting. Had someone been brought here with one? Or was there somewhere here that sold them? She doubted the money she'd been given upon arrival would be enough to buy one for herself...still. That didn't mean she couldn't investigate now.
With her knives sheathed and tucked away safely against her, she left her apartment and followed the music...not too far, as it happened.
For a couple of minutes, she just stood outside, leaning against the wall to listen. She knew whose apartment it was, but she still didn't knock until the piece Caelan was playing lulled into either a close or a pause.
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Once the otherworldly sounding piece came to an end however, Caelan while stopped to take a sip of his drink, he heard a distinct knock at his door. Which, while not unwanted, was unexpected. Weren’t most humans asleep at this hour?
Yes, yes they were. Hard for them to do that perhaps when someone was making an absolute racket with a violin at strange hours though.
Raising a brow at the door for a moment, he set the glass down and checked to make sure his glamour was in place before he set to investigating who was waiting outside. Ah ha! He thought to himself as he saw who was standing there once he opened the door to greet what he assumed was a fellow night owl. The woman he’d met at that gathering a little while back. He’d known she was living in the same building as him, but had been giving her some space considering the state she’d been in when they met.
Tonight, however, he smiled and opened the door a little wider. “Well good evening, Esther. To what do I owe the pleasure?” Evening? Sir, it’s morning.
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But then, the door opened, and it was too late to flee back to the safety of her apartment.
"Uh- Hi." She started, gesturing lightly (awkwardly) into the room behind him, "I-I couldn't sleep, and I heard music and thought..- well. You play beautifully, and I play as well, and I suppose it was just...nice to hear something familiar. Not the piece, I don't know that one. It sounded lovely though."
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Not that he’d ever admit it. He had a reputation to uphold... or to rebuild in a new world he guessed.
The selkie listened to her explanation, eyes following her awkward gesture for a moment before he smiled sympathetically. Hard to sleep in a strange bed, let alone a strange world. If he weren’t already a night owl (and a wee bit more familiar the idea of magic in the world) he would probably be in a similar state, so he stepped aside and opened the door a little wider with a sweeping gesture, “Come on in then, no point in standing out in the hall.”
Esther certainly wouldn’t be able to miss the wider smile that crossed his face at the compliment, nor the immediate excitement as he realized she said she played as well. A fellow musician was definitely welcome in his apartment, “Thank you though, the piece was composed by my friend. He’s also the one who taught me to play, so he should take some of the credit for what you here I suppose.”
He wandered over to the table where he set down his instrument next to the bottle of whiskey, “Do you have an instrument here with you or?” Caelan had a feeling the answer would be no, if only because he had yet to meet someone not from here that had managed to come with one.
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"He wrote that..? He's very talented - do you know how long it took him..?"
That, and he must be a wonderful teacher too. Caelan really did play very well indeed.
The question of whether or not she had her own violin with her had her shaking her head. "No, unfortunately I don't."
Let it be known, she missed Pyotr dearly already, though she was pleased to have some of her weapons at least.
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He frowned a little, sympathetic at her violin-less plight. “I recommend talking to that Raimon fellow. Dunno how he does it, but he works fast to get you what you asked for once you pay him.” Still, that didn’t do much for Esther that night. So with a smile, the selkie held the instrument out. “You can try mine if you like, I was just thinking it was a good time for a break.”