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middaeg2019-05-11 09:48 am
oceanschild) wrote in middaeg2019-05-11 09:48 am
OPEN
Who: Paris, and whoever!
When: The month of May
Where: At the harbor, at the tavern, and in the shopping district in general
What: Beginning of transformation, trying to settle in
Warnings: Someone being waaay too happy about having gills. Otherwise nothing for now.
a - An ocean away
Even though he's lost his powers and therefore the more tangible connection to the ocean, Paris still spends much of this time by the water. Part of this is for Aeto's benefit- she can walk on land and survive there for sometime, but she is a ray and needs to be in the water often enough that she doesn't dry out. The Harbor district is not as nice as the Haven or the area around there, but that almost makes it feel more like home. The smell of the water mixed with the various sounds (and scents) of sailors is familiar, and in a way, comforting.
He's been feeling kind of off since shortly after he got here, and after going to talk with some people at the Haven he's a little hopeful about why that might be. He slips into the water as Aeto swims around, hopefully far enough away from the boats and general other business that they won't be a bother. He takes a deep breath, feeling over his neck and the subtle change in sensation he's noticed there before vanishing under the waves.
He's down there for a little while, enough that bystanders might begin to get worried, before he breaks the surface again with a bright, joyous smile on his face. "I can breathe again!" he says, sounding estatic and relieved.
b - Hard day's night
Even though this new revelation makes him much happier, he can't just stay in the water all day like he would like; he did sign up to work at the tavern, and he doesn't want to disappoint anyone by not showing up. Having used the gills now, they are slightly more obvious, flared out slightly on his neck.
There are people who don't want anything to do with him as a result, some of the patrons more likely to be harsh with him, but he doesn't seem to let it bother him and just continues on with his work.
c - Making my way
Paris doesn't mind the tavern, but he doesn't think he wants to stay there forever- and besides, he was only hired on for the month and he doesn't know if they would want to or have the funds to keep him around afterwards. So he's wandering through the shopping district with Aeto, not looking for things to buy so much as what skills might be needed. He is well aware that many of the things he's used to are either obsolete here or have never existed at all, so his hopes aren't high.
That is, until he catches the scent of freshly baked bread. He follows it until he finds a bakery, and he lingers outside, looking in wistfully. "Do you... think they'd need more people?" he asks, if someone stops by him as he just takes in the smells.
When: The month of May
Where: At the harbor, at the tavern, and in the shopping district in general
What: Beginning of transformation, trying to settle in
Warnings: Someone being waaay too happy about having gills. Otherwise nothing for now.
a - An ocean away
Even though he's lost his powers and therefore the more tangible connection to the ocean, Paris still spends much of this time by the water. Part of this is for Aeto's benefit- she can walk on land and survive there for sometime, but she is a ray and needs to be in the water often enough that she doesn't dry out. The Harbor district is not as nice as the Haven or the area around there, but that almost makes it feel more like home. The smell of the water mixed with the various sounds (and scents) of sailors is familiar, and in a way, comforting.
He's been feeling kind of off since shortly after he got here, and after going to talk with some people at the Haven he's a little hopeful about why that might be. He slips into the water as Aeto swims around, hopefully far enough away from the boats and general other business that they won't be a bother. He takes a deep breath, feeling over his neck and the subtle change in sensation he's noticed there before vanishing under the waves.
He's down there for a little while, enough that bystanders might begin to get worried, before he breaks the surface again with a bright, joyous smile on his face. "I can breathe again!" he says, sounding estatic and relieved.
b - Hard day's night
Even though this new revelation makes him much happier, he can't just stay in the water all day like he would like; he did sign up to work at the tavern, and he doesn't want to disappoint anyone by not showing up. Having used the gills now, they are slightly more obvious, flared out slightly on his neck.
There are people who don't want anything to do with him as a result, some of the patrons more likely to be harsh with him, but he doesn't seem to let it bother him and just continues on with his work.
c - Making my way
Paris doesn't mind the tavern, but he doesn't think he wants to stay there forever- and besides, he was only hired on for the month and he doesn't know if they would want to or have the funds to keep him around afterwards. So he's wandering through the shopping district with Aeto, not looking for things to buy so much as what skills might be needed. He is well aware that many of the things he's used to are either obsolete here or have never existed at all, so his hopes aren't high.
That is, until he catches the scent of freshly baked bread. He follows it until he finds a bakery, and he lingers outside, looking in wistfully. "Do you... think they'd need more people?" he asks, if someone stops by him as he just takes in the smells.
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Paris continues to be dragged, not feeling any better about the situation but not really know what to do about it. The vendor smiles indulgently at them, pouring the shots and pushing them over. ...Paris is reluctant to even pick his up, but he does.]
...What does it taste like? [Can he have some kind of preamble to this??]
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[Julian's grin doesn't falter as he reaches for his glass, lifts it in a jovial toast.]
Best to knock it back as quickly as you can.
[Which is precisely what he does next.]
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[PARIS DOES NOT UNDERSTAND THIS MAN. He eyes the shotglass warily as he tries to screw up his courage, and when he finally gets there he closes his eyes, downing it in one go.
And then he immediately starts coughing because wow he wasn't kidding. Why would anyone drink anything like this???]
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Ah, that's the stuff, isn't it? And look at it this way-- the worse it tastes the better it is for you. Or, er, perhaps not better for you, exactly, but it'll hit you hard and fast enough to make your head spin, which is precisely the point.
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But why would you want that...? [He just kind of feels sick.]
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[He shrugs his broad shoulders, smiles big and slightly crooked.]
It helps you forget and let go for a while. Quiets down your thoughts, makes everything blurry at the edges, inhibitions go to the winds.
[As if he needs any help, in that latter department.]
It's just good fun!
[He declares, flings his arm out to the side with dramatic flare, narrowly avoids hitting another passer by.]
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[Huh. That sounds... less bad. Quieting his thoughts. The rest of it he's still not sure about, but that he gets, at least.]
So... what do you do? When you've had it? [Having it alone can't be the fun part.]
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[He says it with a grin as he eyes his empty glass, already contemplating another. Conveniently forgets to mention the flipside of that-- lying slumped over a sticky table surrounded by empty bottles whilst you cry into your half-finished tavern-swill. Shh.]
So, how about it? Another?
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I, um... ok. [He should know better than to just go along with this, honestly. But...... apparently he doesn't.]
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Barkeep! Two more doubles, please. If you'd be so kind.
[The man gladly pours out another two drinks, never mind that he isn't quite a barkeep. Julian reaches for his glass, misses, squints. Manages to snag it on the second try.]
A few more of these and you'll get into the party spirit in no time.
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Paris is immediately regretful of this decision, the smell reminding him of how it tasted. He makes a face at it, thankfully missing how... impaired Julian is right now, before downing it again. God, this is really awful...]
Is a party spirit, like. The spirit of parties? [Look it makes sense to him.]
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Well it ah, that is to say...it's just a turn of phrase. It means you'll be good and ready to get rowdy.
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[Paris doesn't think he would ever be ready to be 'rowdy,' and now Aeto is even more convinced that they need babysitting.] ...Do we have to drink more of these to get there?
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Oh, I should say so. You'll probably needs at least three more before you're ready to let go and have some real fun.
[Unlike Julian himself, who is currently swaying on his feet-- three more just might finish him.]
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Can we, um. Maybe come back to this part?
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What, you don't like it? You don't have to do anything you don't want to do, you realise. Not on my account.
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Sorry...
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Sorry for what?
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That, um. I don't like it. [He feels like he's bringing down the mood...]
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[Seriously, this guy could rival Julian in the apologising for no reason stakes.]
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B-but... you like it, and you were excited. [And now you seem sad. >:]
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[Several someone's, if the revelry happening around them is anything to go by.]
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Right... sorry...
[not gonna stop apologizing.]
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[His voice is slurred, unsteady, but quite the opposite of unkind.]
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R-right, um, you too... sorry...