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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!
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“Average for you and most worlds I’ve seen. In some places I got known by people as the person paranoid about the moon.”
And really, it made sense. He hadn’t known that the moon might NOT try and kill people more or less. He didn’t know how to deal with a passive, ambivalent moon.
“It’s always been a pretty, distant, murder orb to me.”
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Rolling his shoulders lightly, he continued with a lighter expression. “Bet there’s plenty of things that I’d take issue with that others would find weird.” And wasn’t that the truth.
Finally, turning his attention away from the sky and back to Nida, he smiled a little. “If we’re lucky though, it’ll be more like the moon in my world than yours. Luckier still if it’s entirely ‘normal’ like in those other worlds.”
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"And what is the moon in your world like?"
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Gesturing at the sky, he responded with a lighter tone. “In my world, it still controls things like the tides... But, as I said earlier, it does thin things a bit on occasion. Certain moon phases makes that which was disconnected, overlap instead?”
He had more the tone of a story teller than that of a teacher as he continued, “In my world, there are several realms. The ‘normal’ realm, for a lack of a better term, where humans live and go about their lives. Then there are others, the most notable being that of the fae. Usually they’re separate, connected only by hidden roads of magic. You can only get through to them through enchanted doorways, usually only found in specific places. Sometimes if you’re lucky (or unlucky) you might find one, and the means to unlock it.”
Caelan turned his attention back to the moon, “Then you have certain nights, when the conditions with the moon are right, and the boundaries just... dissolve in a way. Those are the nights that you’re cautioned against going out and following music that doesn’t sound like any human has ever played, to avoid strange gatherings full of guests that seem a little too welcoming.”
He arched brow, tone turning almost theatrical, “After those nights, if people are missing then it’s often said the fair-folk whisked them away for a while.”
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"The fair-folk sound a bit sinister. But I've seen humans do the same. Sorceresses actually. Just lure people away through the power of their magic."
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So many stupid rules, most of which he was sometimes certain were made purely to complicate matters and confuse humans. “There are many who are said to be sent back after they’ve had their little adventure though, sometimes with gifts and sometimes with curses. So... Like I said, not all good, but certainly not all bad.”
He hummed a little, “But that’s about the most that the moon is said to complicate things in my world.”
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If only he would stop being a silly little seal man and say it.
It was unfortunate though, that Nida’s world was so different... “Is there nothing aside from the monsters brought about by the moon then? It would certainly make it hard to weave a tale that ends well.”
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"Nothing but monsters. And even that is bad, because if you don't run into monsters, they do run into wildlife. Which corrupts them. My world hasn't had bears in centuries, they're in children's books, because the Lunar Cry corrupted them into Wendigos."
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That said... “Does make me wonder what other things share similar names between the many worlds.” Such as if there was, or had ever been, anything like the fae in Nida’s world. Seal folk, perhaps. Caelan did suppose it might be better to not know. If the sounds of what happened because of the monsters were anything to go by, he might not like the answer.
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Nida’s hands settle into his pockets and he scuffs his boots against the ground.
“My world sucks.”
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Caelan does make a face for a moment, if only to think about what Nida had said. Luckily with or without the context of the conversation, he’d spent enough time around Holly to understand what one meant when they used the word that way. “It certainly sounds as though it does. Is there nothing about it that you enjoy?”
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“I... I liked airships.”
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At the same time, he also couldn’t ignore the comment, to turn the conversation towards something a little more positive. If only to perhaps chase away a bit of the gloom, it certainly wasn’t doing anything for Nida’s mood. “Airships? You mean like those ships carried by big balloons...?” He smiled brightly, “Have you traveled in them?”
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He missed his dragon ship. Someone needs to give it back.
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"It's not that cool. Our Rag probably needs a serious overhaul before she could do that again, but I love her anyway. Until my last mission I was one of the main, non-Esthari mechanics on it. I loved her so much."
And now he doesn't have her, or the Garden, or either of his motorcycles. Talk about annoyed.
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Even as he tried to imagine an airship as Nida described it, it was probably inaccurate and overdone. Still, he’s fascinated with the idea. “You must tell me more about what it’s like to fly in one? Are they complicated to work on repairing?”
okay but what if ftb with Nida spending the next several hours on this topic?
"It's intense. The thing goes fast enough, and high enough, to circle the planet in only a handful of hours. And the repair. Hell, I could probably write a hundred page manual on the weapon systems alone. My baby looks like a dragon and purrs like a kitten, and she is red as a fucking ruby dragon. Come on, I'll tell you all about her."
haha that absolutely works, Caelan will probably keep him talking about this for a while anyway
Annnd fade to black.