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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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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."

“Do you? Well, guess that makes three of us then. Seems like an awful waste anyway, all those houses standing around empty and collecting dust.” As if Caelan would blame him for wanting to do that if he had admitted it. If they were all stuck here for a long time, they couldn’t possibly be expected to stay in these apartments forever. It was convenient, yes, but it felt more than a little... contained for the selkie’s liking.

“Why does that not surprise me?” He grinned, not finding it hard to believe at all that Nida had grown up with similar kids. He couldn’t really imagine the guy being the quiet, well-mannered ‘seen but not heard’ kids like some of his marks had. “Spirited youth leads to spirited adulthood, yeah?”

Taking another sip of cider, he glanced at the door. “But yeah, don’t be surprised if you stop by and see her. She might be a bit loud, but she’d probably think you’re pretty cool with the whole window thing. She’s also the other person I mentioned that knows about me.”

Yes, they are a waste of space. And Nida was so tired of the confines of his dorm. But he supposed he now could spent a lot of time at Ignis's.

But Caelan would be wrong in his estimations. Nida had indeed been a seen and not heard person. Which means Nida doesn't even agree with the statement.

"There are a number of people who seem amused by me."

If Caelan had his say, he would move closer to the water. Unfortunately, the layout of this city was rather unlike the one he lived near. So this would have to do for now...

Grinning a little at Nida, he shrugged. “I can’t speak for everyone, but you’re a fun lad to have around. I’ve gotten to like our little evening cider and chats.

At least this place was stable in its layout. The last place he was hadn't been.

"Me too. It... comforts me far more than the bottle ever did," Nida admits with a soft smile as he refills his own glass. "You're a good influence on me."

His shoulders shook lightly as he laughed a little at the very idea that he be a good influence, “I might need to get that in writing then, just for if I ever go home. No one back there would ever believe that.”

Tilting his head, huffed a little. “Then again, maybe it’d be better they don’t. They’d expect me to start being more respectable or sensible or something. Can’t have that.”

"No one ever will. WHich is why I can say it and get away with it," Nida said with a laugh. "And no one knows Doe-Eyes is respectible."

“Respectable.” Caelan repeated, making it sound like Nida had said a bad word. “Honestly, hearing that makes me want to run out and commit a crime right this minute! Respectable, indeed...” Laughing a little, he had to admit he’d found very little to do here that he would have been doing in his own world. Not that it was a bad thing, but it did get boring once in a while.

"I don't know, you ARE working with a detective firm. Tell me that isn't respectable."

Caelan made an indignant noise, not that Nida was wrong. “I should kick you out for bringing that up, but I won’t because you’re right.”

Yeah, he definitely needed to find some proper trouble to get into soon... “Mind you, they’re not a bad lot. There’s more than detective work and Yuna seems pretty fun.” After all, she did say he was fine with him stealing something if they needed it. “I’m just used to having more to do. Don’t sit idly well, and most of what I did back home isn’t exactly a concern here.”

Of course he’s right. Really right. But he isn’t going to put all of that into words when the guy won’t want to hear it.

“Yuna seems... very considerate. I will give her that. Sometimes the way she speaks of magic in her world confuses me.”

And her way of speaking about Siren made him uncomfortable.

Caelan had to admit, it was strange... “Her world sounds very different? How magic works and all that.” He was frowning lightly. The way she’d made it sound like humanity was just... using it up. That it would be gone? It made a magical being, one of elements, vaguely unsettled himself. “Not that any world that isn’t my own doesn’t sound strange in a way. Even yours.”

He shrugged a little though, “That said, she seems to have the best intentions.” A small thought came to him, “What about Jagger, have you spoken to him much yet?”

“The road to hell,” he notes. It’s paved with those good intentions.

“Once or twice with Jagger. He isn’t my core interaction circle here. That’s you, Ignis, and Jacob. What can I say, I’m a man’s man.”

He nodded a little at that; he liked Jagger well enough... He just felt a little more on guard around the guy, considering the deal they’d made. It seemed like he was holding to it, but Caelan wasn’t sure he trusted him properly yet.

Of course, his attention perked up head at the mention of Jacob. “You know Jake, then? He’s a good lad, helped me find the music shop a while back. Makes it a little too easy to tease though...” He added absently with a smile, because Caelan couldn’t help but tease anyway.

“Yeah, he’s so easy,” Nida groans, rolling his eyes. “And so in the closet. Poor guy. One day he’s going to get it. But in the mean time, it makes flirting far more amusing.”

And maybe it isn’t the most fair, but he does enjoy it.

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