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[ OPEN ] Mareuer Event & Catch-All
Who: Waver Velvet & YOU??
When: throughout March
Where: Aefenglom
What: working, chilling, some festival stuff maybe???
Warnings: n/a for now; will add as needed
a. teatime & overtime
Who knew co-running a small business would involve so much... paperwork? And math?? Sometimes, when even Waver gets tired of the more tedious necessities, a change of scenery is good for motivation.
He likes Diplomatea. It's comfortable, the atmosphere is calming, and the scent is familiar (especially when Diarmuid is on shift). Generally, it's a great place to spend a couple of hours sipping tea and catching up on inventory logbooks or budget or whatever it is he needs to get done that doesn't involve actually being at Inkchanted that day.
The downside is he does tend to take up a whole table for himself, notebooks spread out everywhere, racking up empty teacups. Sometimes, books even spill onto the second chair, or he uses it to house his satchel or briefcase. Oh-- Did you want to borrow that? Were you looking for a place to sit and noticed this table-hog in the way? Whoops!!
Or maybe it's time for a concerned friend to tell this idiot to take a freaking break once in a while. Seriously. How many cups of black tea has he had??
b. thunder only happens when it's raining
[ As if the rain wasn't enough of a pain in the ass. Growing up in England, Waver's plenty used to it in theory, but with spring on the horizon (and the recent trips to the Wilde, where it was sunny even if it was a bit too hot), just because he's not unaccustomed to rain doesn't mean that Waver's not ready for it to stop.
Especially when the sky decides to open up rather suddenly on a hitherto clear day, dumping heavy rain and deafening thunder into the city streets.
The harsh noise makes him jump, canine ears pinned down flat against his hair, heart beating fast. The distant rumbling of another wave of thunder makes his neck prickle and his fists clench. Did it always used to bother him so much...?
Caught out without an umbrella, Waver makes a dash for the nearest awning, barely even checking if that space is already occupied by anyone with a similar idea. ]
c. fun & festivities
"...are you supposed to eat these?"
Waver stares down at the clear (presumably alcoholic?) beverage he's just been handed by a native passing them around, frowning in vague confusion at the flowers floating on top.
When he looks up, though, the laughing harpy woman who'd pressed the cup into his hands is gone. Maybe someone else heard his question and has an opinion on the matter?
Or maybe it's about twenty seconds later, at which point Waver is holding one of the blossoms between his fingers, staring at it with a suspicious frown before delicately tearing a single petal off between his teeth.
Hm.
(( ooc: hmu with brackets or prose -- either is fine!!
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When: throughout March
Where: Aefenglom
What: working, chilling, some festival stuff maybe???
Warnings: n/a for now; will add as needed
a. teatime & overtime
Who knew co-running a small business would involve so much... paperwork? And math?? Sometimes, when even Waver gets tired of the more tedious necessities, a change of scenery is good for motivation.
He likes Diplomatea. It's comfortable, the atmosphere is calming, and the scent is familiar (especially when Diarmuid is on shift). Generally, it's a great place to spend a couple of hours sipping tea and catching up on inventory logbooks or budget or whatever it is he needs to get done that doesn't involve actually being at Inkchanted that day.
The downside is he does tend to take up a whole table for himself, notebooks spread out everywhere, racking up empty teacups. Sometimes, books even spill onto the second chair, or he uses it to house his satchel or briefcase. Oh-- Did you want to borrow that? Were you looking for a place to sit and noticed this table-hog in the way? Whoops!!
Or maybe it's time for a concerned friend to tell this idiot to take a freaking break once in a while. Seriously. How many cups of black tea has he had??
b. thunder only happens when it's raining
[ As if the rain wasn't enough of a pain in the ass. Growing up in England, Waver's plenty used to it in theory, but with spring on the horizon (and the recent trips to the Wilde, where it was sunny even if it was a bit too hot), just because he's not unaccustomed to rain doesn't mean that Waver's not ready for it to stop.
Especially when the sky decides to open up rather suddenly on a hitherto clear day, dumping heavy rain and deafening thunder into the city streets.
The harsh noise makes him jump, canine ears pinned down flat against his hair, heart beating fast. The distant rumbling of another wave of thunder makes his neck prickle and his fists clench. Did it always used to bother him so much...?
Caught out without an umbrella, Waver makes a dash for the nearest awning, barely even checking if that space is already occupied by anyone with a similar idea. ]
c. fun & festivities
"...are you supposed to eat these?"
Waver stares down at the clear (presumably alcoholic?) beverage he's just been handed by a native passing them around, frowning in vague confusion at the flowers floating on top.
When he looks up, though, the laughing harpy woman who'd pressed the cup into his hands is gone. Maybe someone else heard his question and has an opinion on the matter?
Or maybe it's about twenty seconds later, at which point Waver is holding one of the blossoms between his fingers, staring at it with a suspicious frown before delicately tearing a single petal off between his teeth.
Hm.
(( ooc: hmu with brackets or prose -- either is fine!!
want to plot something else? need a custom starter? PM this journal or PP me @ gunsandchocolate and let me know! ))
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[ Waver assures her, rearranging his stack on the table and checking the floor again before looking back up. ]
I probably shouldn't have put them on the floor, anyway.
Oh-- Are you all right?
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[And now that she's standing again, she can't help but glance at the books curiously.]
What are they all for?
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[ Waver answers vaguely at first without context, still rearranging things and making sure no pages fell loose from his notebooks. She's still standing around...
He nods toward the empty chair. ]
Were you looking for a seat?
[ There don't seem to be any others right now. The tea shop is pretty popular. (Maybe Waver shouldn't be hogging the table, then, but... oh, well!!)
He elaborates on the answer after a moment, though. ]
I have a shop near the harbor that sells magical items, so I'm doing inventory and research on new things to stock up. I got bored of doing it there, plus the tea here is good.
But if you need part of the table, go ahead.
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[She's about to not take the offer but when he says what he's going suddenly her face lights up. Not for her but for her bonded. Well, one of them.]
What kind of magical items? Are they expensive?
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[ He cocks his head curiously, noticing the sudden interest and excitement. ]
We provide a means for non-humans to be able to use certain spells and enchantments on their own using tattoos instead of spell scrolls.
And, er... prices vary, I suppose. What are you looking for?
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[In other words, nothing for herself. The idea doesn't even cross her mind to think of getting a tattoo to be able to any sort of spells. Magic was never her strong point anyway. Neither is archery according to her but at least with that she knows she can hit things.]
Anything like that?
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[ Waver looks thoughtful, considering it. Not for her, then. ]
Hmm. Well, yes, we do have some amulets that boost some abilities, though they generally focus on things like fortification spells or elemental spells. I think Caster could help you come up with some healing boost if he tried, though. I know we have some items that help the user heal themselves, and they might be able to be modified.
Frankly, though, your Witch friend might be better off focusing on their studies at the Coven first and foremost.
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[And she knows Sylvain wants to be better with healing. He probably feels bad about the plants around him wilting when he tries to use the spells. Maybe if she could give him something to help though...]
Is Caster someone you work with?
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[ Waver smiles, a bit charmed by her desire to help out this other person with his healing magic. Iskandar has been studying healing as well, and Waver knows a little about it, but unfortunately can't offer too much real advice since he can't practice the magic himself. ]
You're both welcome to stop by sometime if you want to take a look around and get a consultation on a more official basis.
[ Waver opens one of the notebooks, tearing out a page and writing out the address for her, along with a quick sketch of a map showing where the shop is located on the harbor. ]
Here. If I'm not there, let them know Waver sent you. I'll give you 10% off if you fancy anything when you stop by.
[ Usually, Caster is the more 'people-centric' side of the business, but Waver's not so thick he can't see a business opportunity when it shows up at his table. They're still building their clientele. It could be beneficial in the long run to be nice now. ]
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Taking the offered information, she offers him a shy smile.]
Thank you so much...umm...Waver. Right? That's you?
[He's like a much more pleasant version of Linhardt. Not that Linhardt is awful! Ohhhh her mind is being so rude!
Focus.]
I'm Bernadetta. Thank you so much!
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[ Waver nods, smiling back faintly. ]
It's no trouble. You're welcome, Bernadetta.
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[She thinks about it for a moment then decides on something.]
But I can cook! Maybe I could make you guys something to eat while you're working sometime. This looks like hard work!