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middaeg2019-10-07 12:17 am
selfishwish) wrote in middaeg2019-10-07 12:17 am
[OPEN] I wanna say I'm sorry for stuff I haven't done yet
Who: Momiji Sohma & You!
When: Oct. 5 - 13
Where: Around Aef: Residential Districts; the Harbor; Desmodus Mori
What: Semi-catchall for Octeuril; Momiji grows a puca's knack for getting into trouble.
Warnings: Bad decisions; possible vampire stuff.
I. Finders (Haven & Residential Districts)
[He is just so...itchy lately.
It's hard to explain. No one would ever have called Momiji the sitting-still, hands-to-himself type. He's energetic! But lately, without warning or explanation, it's different. It's like the world feels just a little too slow. Like he'll just be doing normal stuff--say, having lunch--and out of the blue life drags to a crawl, as if he were stuck sitting through the last fifteen minutes of class before summer break. Only forever.
His shifts with Particularly Good Finders are one of the only parts of the day that's consistently tedium-free. After that first slow day where he decided to see how big a tower of files he could make before anyone stopped him, the puca detectives have deemed it a good idea to find some tasks their newest junior assistant could help out with out-of-office.
Conveniently, with all the porch sales going on in the run up to Samuin, there are plenty of easy pickings for casual investigations: Everything from jilted friends wanting to make sure acquaintances aren't giving away that one book they borrowed and never returned, to claims of stolen property, to jealous partners just wanting to get a good snoop in. The Finders only give him the simplest assignments, but at least they're something to do!
Usually, the jobs are easy: He hops over to a sale or open house and digs around a little. Roots about for a missing item, asks after it, gets a look at any interested buyers. He looks like any other customer, mostly. But every so often they're more interesting, and he gets to stake out a spot for the afternoon or tail someone. It's always possible that you'll look up to see the kid who was kicking a ball against the curb a second ago furiously scribbling in a miniature notebook. Or innocently pick up some rare-looking book or trinket and, fifteen minutes later, find the same little blond not-so-discreetly shadowing you down the street, peeking out from behind corners and street displays.
He's still working on practicing the whole "stealth" thing.]
2. Samuin (Harbor District)
[Another fun thing about this new restlessness: No one in Aefenglom can tell him to go to bed. Or even when to be home by! And did you know that down by the Harbor the pubs have street parties going on until almost dawn, most nights?
Momiji learns this mostly by accident, but it's a fascinating discovery. None of the parties are boring! And over the week that follows he can be found all over them, almost every other night, sometimes for two or three nights in a row. There's just too much fun stuff to do: One night he'll be playing violin and learning sea shanties, with lots of place-names he can't pronounce and sailor argot that he really shouldn't use.
The next he'll be camped out at a table of men each twice his size, playing at cards or dice. They start off laughing at the bright-eyed pipsqueak squirming his way into an open seat, but by midway through the night he's getting as intense a set of stares from across the table as any other player as he peeks at his cards from behind a mounting pile of cunes.]
...having four of the same one is good, right?
[He says with complete innocence, but then the last card for the round flips over and he can't help but beam, sticking out his tongue at whoever's across the table from him. Is that wise, given the company? Probably not. He suspects he should be a little scared, doing it. Actually, from how fast his heart's beating, he's pretty sure he is.]
Ta-dah!
[And the funny thing is, after a week's worth of itching, it is kind of just...the best?]
3. Blood for Bucks (Desmodus Mori)
[The way this story ends is that, by the time the weekend rolls around, there's a bunny in a vampire bar.
Don't look at him like that. It's for a good cause! He saw a flyer about a blood-drive! Wanting to check that out is being humanitarian. And given who's on the receiving end, it has the benefit of being a seasonally-appropriate spooky blood drive! (Unrelated: He's gotten a little sick of sea shanties by this point.) Of course, he's tried to dress up for the vibe of the place. All black felt a little too cliche--and, also, his wardrobe was too colorful to pull it off--but he's picked out one of his dressier shirts in dark purple with a lace collar, matched against the paler shade of his thigh-high socks.
The place doesn't look that scary, all things considered, but he's still shivering just a little--whether from nerves or excitement--as he clambers up on a bar-stool.]
Umm, [He starts skittishly, before smiling at the bartender and sliding the leaflet he brought with him across the bar.] Can I get a ginger ale? And maybe, like...do you have dessert?
[His nose wrinkles in contemplation.]
You're supposed to eat before you give blood, right? Or is it right after?
4. Catch-All
[If you want to run into Momiji for the first half of the month anywhere not covered by the prompts above, feel free to hit me up with an idea! (He'll also be doing, inter alia, rehearsals for Mozart's opera, which he will probably be quite sleepy for.)]
When: Oct. 5 - 13
Where: Around Aef: Residential Districts; the Harbor; Desmodus Mori
What: Semi-catchall for Octeuril; Momiji grows a puca's knack for getting into trouble.
Warnings: Bad decisions; possible vampire stuff.
I. Finders (Haven & Residential Districts)
[He is just so...itchy lately.
It's hard to explain. No one would ever have called Momiji the sitting-still, hands-to-himself type. He's energetic! But lately, without warning or explanation, it's different. It's like the world feels just a little too slow. Like he'll just be doing normal stuff--say, having lunch--and out of the blue life drags to a crawl, as if he were stuck sitting through the last fifteen minutes of class before summer break. Only forever.
His shifts with Particularly Good Finders are one of the only parts of the day that's consistently tedium-free. After that first slow day where he decided to see how big a tower of files he could make before anyone stopped him, the puca detectives have deemed it a good idea to find some tasks their newest junior assistant could help out with out-of-office.
Conveniently, with all the porch sales going on in the run up to Samuin, there are plenty of easy pickings for casual investigations: Everything from jilted friends wanting to make sure acquaintances aren't giving away that one book they borrowed and never returned, to claims of stolen property, to jealous partners just wanting to get a good snoop in. The Finders only give him the simplest assignments, but at least they're something to do!
Usually, the jobs are easy: He hops over to a sale or open house and digs around a little. Roots about for a missing item, asks after it, gets a look at any interested buyers. He looks like any other customer, mostly. But every so often they're more interesting, and he gets to stake out a spot for the afternoon or tail someone. It's always possible that you'll look up to see the kid who was kicking a ball against the curb a second ago furiously scribbling in a miniature notebook. Or innocently pick up some rare-looking book or trinket and, fifteen minutes later, find the same little blond not-so-discreetly shadowing you down the street, peeking out from behind corners and street displays.
He's still working on practicing the whole "stealth" thing.]
2. Samuin (Harbor District)
[Another fun thing about this new restlessness: No one in Aefenglom can tell him to go to bed. Or even when to be home by! And did you know that down by the Harbor the pubs have street parties going on until almost dawn, most nights?
Momiji learns this mostly by accident, but it's a fascinating discovery. None of the parties are boring! And over the week that follows he can be found all over them, almost every other night, sometimes for two or three nights in a row. There's just too much fun stuff to do: One night he'll be playing violin and learning sea shanties, with lots of place-names he can't pronounce and sailor argot that he really shouldn't use.
The next he'll be camped out at a table of men each twice his size, playing at cards or dice. They start off laughing at the bright-eyed pipsqueak squirming his way into an open seat, but by midway through the night he's getting as intense a set of stares from across the table as any other player as he peeks at his cards from behind a mounting pile of cunes.]
...having four of the same one is good, right?
[He says with complete innocence, but then the last card for the round flips over and he can't help but beam, sticking out his tongue at whoever's across the table from him. Is that wise, given the company? Probably not. He suspects he should be a little scared, doing it. Actually, from how fast his heart's beating, he's pretty sure he is.]
Ta-dah!
[And the funny thing is, after a week's worth of itching, it is kind of just...the best?]
3. Blood for Bucks (Desmodus Mori)
[The way this story ends is that, by the time the weekend rolls around, there's a bunny in a vampire bar.
Don't look at him like that. It's for a good cause! He saw a flyer about a blood-drive! Wanting to check that out is being humanitarian. And given who's on the receiving end, it has the benefit of being a seasonally-appropriate spooky blood drive! (Unrelated: He's gotten a little sick of sea shanties by this point.) Of course, he's tried to dress up for the vibe of the place. All black felt a little too cliche--and, also, his wardrobe was too colorful to pull it off--but he's picked out one of his dressier shirts in dark purple with a lace collar, matched against the paler shade of his thigh-high socks.
The place doesn't look that scary, all things considered, but he's still shivering just a little--whether from nerves or excitement--as he clambers up on a bar-stool.]
Umm, [He starts skittishly, before smiling at the bartender and sliding the leaflet he brought with him across the bar.] Can I get a ginger ale? And maybe, like...do you have dessert?
[His nose wrinkles in contemplation.]
You're supposed to eat before you give blood, right? Or is it right after?
4. Catch-All
[If you want to run into Momiji for the first half of the month anywhere not covered by the prompts above, feel free to hit me up with an idea! (He'll also be doing, inter alia, rehearsals for Mozart's opera, which he will probably be quite sleepy for.)]
3
And after, you want to drink a lot, too.
Re: 3
...I had lunch earlier, so I guess that's okay, then.
[Thouhh it does kind of make dessert a moot point. Still, he's going to hold up the little menu the bartender offers, all the same.]
Huh. D'you think the red velvet gateau's red 'cause...y'know?
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[The only thing grosser than blood cake would be funky, old blood cake.
Though, maybe a vampire wouldn't think so? Most of the stuff on the menu looks like it has some form of vampiric addition. So, maybe that was rude?
He glances back to Atsushi, then, trying to size up how pale and/or fangly he looks in the dim bar lighting.]
Um, soo, are you here to donate too?
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[ He subconsciously pulls a bit at his collar as if a little flustered. ]
I decided that I wanted to hang around a little bit and see everything else, though.
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[The puca's ears perk higher in interest, and he glances down towards Atsushi's neck. He is still pretty curious about how this actually works.]
Did it hurt a lot? I mean, did you just get...chomped on?
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[ He doesn't like even saying the word 'needle'. There's no good associations there. ]
It didn't hurt too much, though.
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[He figures that's what Atsushi means, though the hesitation's a little surprising. He definitely would've figured the nerve-wracking bit would be the other way around!]
Getting bit for real sounds a lot scarier.
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[ The doctor that he does know has an ability so drawing blood has never been something that he's dealt with. ]
I think it's probably easier if you know and trust the person. . . getting bitten, that is.