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Logs for October

Who; Caelan and you!
What; Phone troubles, pillow forts, discussions on the weird goings on, and a seal in the tub
Where; Red building, and the docks.
When; End of September / Early October
Warnings; Mentions of nudity (Not descriptive, shape changing just doesn’t work with clothes), references to alcohol abuse (marked in thread with Nida), references to suicide (marked in thread with Nida)

What Do You Mean It’s Not Water Proof?

Caelan was experiencing some very obvious levels of confusion and frustration as he wandered up from the docks post swim that evening. His hair was still dripping and damp as he walked, eyes glued to the tell-phone that was looking rather... Less functional than it was meant to be. He hadn’t even bothered to button his shirt all the way, after the damn thing slipped out of his pockets and into the water when he was getting himself dressed and presentable by human standards.

At first, he’d only been annoyed because he’d had to stop what he was doing to fish it out of the water. Now he was doubly annoyed because the screen wasn’t lighting up. It was like the damn thing didn’t have any life in it...

Weird and very inconvenient if he had anything to say on the matter.

Which he was... At length, muttering under his breath and his accent growing a touch stronger than usual as he forgot himself. “The bleedin’ hell kind of joke is this? Really? Give the man who spends copious amounts of time near the water something that up and dies just because it gets a little wet. Can’t handle your drink at all, can yah? You finicky little box of nonsense.”

Speaking of a drink, he had a feeling he was going to need one very soon. Between that weird energy pulse a while back, the nightmares and now this? He was willing to admit he might need several.

A Fortress Fit for a Princess

Caelan wasn’t asleep when a mist slipped under his doorway, he’d come to expect at least one interruption a night since a few prior when something exploded somewhere and released a shockwave of mysterious energy. It had upset a whole lot of people (him included, for all he said he wasn’t bothered). Holly had become the most frequent guest, especially when the nightmares had begun.

Tonight he was ready though, and hoping to get the kid to talk a little more rather than the sullen insistence that she was completely fine and whatever other absurd excuses she came up with for her visit that night. Because honestly, she wasn’t the only one having nightmares, and he was starting to worry more about what they actually might have meant.

Hard to tell though if there were any connections or similarities if you weren’t talking.

Thus, tonight he was more than prepared for the visit. The living room space in his apartment had been entirely disrupted, cushions and pillows moved to the floor along with some of the chairs from the dining area, the sheets from his room and the pillows for good measure. All because he’d gotten it in his head that he was going to try one of those ‘Pillow Fort’ things that Holly had mentioned once or twice in one of her super-fact-filled-rambles.

When Holly materialized into a solid form again, she would be greeted by the sight of a very large, very chaotic looking fortress of pillows and blankets. If she ate food, there would have been all manner of sweets and snacks. Unfortunately, as happy as he was to make sure she could feed safely, he wasn’t confident in grabbing a random person off the street for her to snack on.

Someone would be bound to ask questions if they saw him lugging an unconscious body up and down the stairs... right?

So... No snacks, only a structure that was only slightly stable, but magnificent to behold (in his personal opinion).

Splish-splash

If there were any human creation that Caelan favoured over any other (aside from motor cars, they were fun) it was most decidedly the bathtub. A place to soak and relax at the end of a long day? A place where you could safely just splash around or doze off for a little nap without worrying about a predator?

It was brilliant. A private bath was practically a requirement when he was staying somewhere on a job. It wasn’t a replacement for the ocean by any means though, it did little to quiet the call in the back of his mind. It was, however, the nicest substitute on days when the call wasn’t loud, and he couldn’t be fussed with sneaking down to the shore.

Even the Lighthouse he’d purchased had a nice one installed, despite the fact that the ocean was just down the cliff side.

So after he’d finished a day busking in the market he hadn’t taken long to run a nice hot bath, grabbed his pelt, and slipped into the water like the delighted seal he was. It wasn’t as though he didn’t have the time, he wasn’t expecting any company for a while yet. Usually his visitors tended to show up slightly later.

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Oh no, he knows there isn’t anything that easy in Ignis. The fact that they’re together is... Strange. And he longs for it.

“Thanks,” Nida says, smiling to himself.

Chuckling a little, “You’re very welcome, Nida.” That comes out a little more teasing, his mood lightening a little.

“If any of us should enjoy being smitten, I think it’s you. Suits you somehow, I think. Especially if it means you stopping by with cider and stories more often.” He’s more of a one night romp and get out before it gets complicated sort. Caelan tried to not stick around long enough for feelings to develop. That was risky business in his books, being tied to a person like that. The one time he had it ended messy. Soft-hearted fool that he was, he didn’t like breaking hearts.

Oh? Nida looks away, a bit flustered by the statement. Does it?

“I suppose I’m prone to falling for people. Maybe... this one won’t go that bad.”

Ad his heart definitely yearned for it.

“Hopefully not, but I think it seems promising so far from how you’ve described it.” He definitely needed to meet this Ignis though, he thought. Just to get a read on the guy, and to judge for himself. He knew full well what it was like to get distracted by your feelings and not see the signs, another reason he avoided things like this.

But he wanted his friend to be happy, just like he wanted the others he’d gone soft for to be happy. It was a rotten situation to be stuck in a world that wasn’t your own, so what happiness that could be found should while here.

Yes, Nida wouldn't mind if someone was looking out for him. That could be really useful.

"I don't even know if I have described it well."

“It’s not always words, Nida.” He responded with a small laugh, “Like I said. It’s plain on your face, builds an idea it does. Words, expressions, tone of voice.”

Tone of voice? Nida laughs.

“You can hear it in my voice, then? That I’m smitten?”

The answer comes quick, tone rising as though it were so incredibly obvious.

“Yes, you really can! I swear, if I had a means to record it and show you, I would. Unfortunately, I don’t have a device or the magic to do something like that.

“Too bad our Tell Phones have a lot less functionality than the commas in the last place or the bracelets in the Iteration,” Nida sighs. Because then it could happen. Still, he just smiles.

“Theoretically, if you thought maybe it would be a good idea to get someone a thank you gift, what would you suggest?”

Caelan huffed a little, “Don’t get me started on those bloody tell phones, Nida. If I could an audience with the aspects I’d like to give them a piece of my mind on them.” He’s... still feeling petty and annoyed over that subject. Don’t mind him... “I miss the crystals, even if they needed a better enchantment. At least I could wear those on a chain if I had to go in the ocean.”

Now the question gets a very curious grin, oh he likes this shift in topic. Folding his arms and leaning forward in his seat, he hummed a little. “That depends on what sort of things he likes. Theoretically, a gift should at least be something that pertains to what you know about him. All you’ve given me to go on is that he cooks and that he’s kind. Give me a better idea of who he is, and then we can talk about this ‘theoretical gift.’”

No one could have an audience with the aspects right now. Even Captain Khannar couldn't get in touch with them, and that made Nida nervous. So yes, he'd rather not talk about that.

"He really loves to cook, he is prone to taking care of others, he has a rather impressive sense of fashion and too many ties."

Of course Nida smiles to himself over that last one. The ties were approved of.

Tapping his chin lightly, he thought on that for a bit. “Well... Cooking is nice and all, but I imagine he probably would know better on what he needs for that than either you or myself. Best to leave those things to him, I’d think. Now fashion, that’s promising. Why not get him something that accents what he wears already? Tie pins or something of that nature.”

Now that was a fair point. And Nida wasn't very useful as a chef. But the fashion thing might not be wrong.

"I suppose that might be an option. But I definitely don't want to get him a tie-pin."

Because he wants to be able to grab the man and pull him close by his tie.

“Alright, no tie-pin... Guess that would make things a little more difficult.” He gave Nida a look with a little innocent grin, before resuming his thinking. “What about cufflinks, those are a go-to for the well dressed where I’m from? Especially if you wear suits. Or a pair of gloves...” He drummed his fingers on the chair to an odd little rhythm in his head. “Of course, it’s also getting colder. Maybe get him something to keep him warm like a scarf.”

A small, more mischievous grin danced across his face as he continued. “You know, for when you’re busy and can’t pop over to keep him warm.”

Ooh, actually a scarf sounds lovely. He could do that. He’ll have to look for what colors are best. Or maybe...

“A nice emerald green scarf will be nice. Though I will try and keep him toasty.”

Oh yes, he’s happy to have a friend who will make jokes like this with him.

“Well, I think that means you’ve got this theoretical gift of yours figured out.” Caelan chuckled, looking rather pleased to have given his friend a decent enough idea and that he was good-natured about the joke. Not everyone was, and while he had fun either way? This was good.

“See that you do. We don’t know what winters like in this place. Not everyone can change into something with a nice layer of blubber, after all.”

Scarfs also could be used in other ways, but Nida is keeping that to himself. He is just too amused.

“Yeah, you’re special, squish-face.”

Making a little face, nose crinkling lightly with amusement, he shrugged. “Excuse me, I think that’s Mr. Caelan Doe-eyes Squish-face By-The-Way to you.” He’s still very amused by his accumulated names, okay? Usually he picked up names for cover reasons. This was just fun. “You’re right though, I am.”

Nice nicknames were with it.

“You’re really only Caelan By-The-Way. The rest are just nicknames. You deserve a lot of them.”

“I certainly won’t complain, you come up with good ones. You and the kid both do.” Even if most of hers were because she tended to not pay attention and just go with what she thought she heard. “Like I said earlier, you never know when they might all come in handy.”

“The kid?” Nida asks, confused.

“Yes, that is the word for small humans, right?” He responded, amusement dancing in his tone at the confusion on Nida’s face. “Or little goats... But this one is more the former.” She looked more human than he did, anyway. She just... couldn’t eat human food. No solid diet for Holly...

Still, Caelan at least provided the answer his friend was probably looking for a moment later. “There’s a kid, she got pulled here around the same time we did. About... I’m going to say 12? Her name’s Holly, and she caught me down around the docks.” He hummed a little, thinking back on it. “Same night you did, actually. Anyway, she sort of latched on to me like a little duckling? A little, loud, duckling with colourful language.” He chuckled a little and shrugged. “Anyway, she’s also fond of calling me random things. Sealie seems to be her favourite... Though that’s more because she didn’t quite hear me right when I explained selkies.”

He continued a moment later, gesturing at the pile of pillows and blankets. “You might actually happen upon her over the next little while. What with all the nightmares and now that bear… I’ve been letting her stay over here at night.”

Letting her stay here at night. Caelan has adopted a little girl, and that is way more trouble than Nida really wants to deal with.

“I think I might prefer, you know, not having kids look up to me. I wasn’t the best influence back home.”

“To be entirely fair, I’m not exactly the best role-model by any stretch myself.” He responded with a light grin, “Hell, we were breaking into some of those fancy abandoned homes to explore the other day just for something to do.”

What? They were bored, and both were very fond of the idea of getting into mischief.

Shrugging a little he laughed softly, “If anything I’m just keeping an eye on her. Making sure she doesn’t get herself hurt if I can. Not that she thinks she needs it, she’s bloody spirited.”

"Oh I do that all the time," Nida admits.

He won't admit it, but he was half considering trying to save up to refurbish one and take it for himself. Or jsut a part of it.

"Bloody Spirited sounds like a lot of the youths I came up with."

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