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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!!
want to plot something else? need a custom starter? PM this journal or PP me @ gunsandchocolate and let me know! ))
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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Even if he had been a dragon, what would he learn that he doesn't already know by now? Perhaps another reason why Waver may have survived him. He probably couldn't have managed otherwise. The real reason baffles and escapes him.
Bile swims to think on this too extensively. It's pointless to contemplate any further. He removes his hand from his lap and banishes thoughts of this nature to the dark but expansive corner of his mind with a chase of soothing chamomile.
Isn't tea time with Soren fun?