nysalogs | hopping on the open log train

Who: Frederick (

pebblestone) & open
What: Beach ep, red light ep, you-name-it ep
When: May
Where: Olympia
Warning(s): NSFW doubtful but I'll update if it comes up

FLONA COVE, PT 1

[ Frederick the Wary does not go to beaches for fun. There's simply too much to do and not enough time to do it, and it's not like he's ever learned the meaning of the word relax anyway.

But he also understands the value of team bonding, and so when Cam and JJ clamor to go to the beach he begrudgingly follows along. Perhaps there might be gossip at the docks about the current state of affairs, or some fresh seafood he might be able to turn into tonight's dinner, and so he begrudgingly follows behind, hoping that the whole affair ends sooner rather than later.

Instead, JJ and Cam run off and Frederick ends up swarmed by a group of small children at the beach, all of whom have declared him a perfect fit for their sand project - a project they refuse to reveal the nature of when he asks suspiciously. His initial response is to turn them down, suggest they find some other more willing victim for their tricks, but there's a little girl with hair the color of the sun and a wide, wide smile, and he can't help but accept when she shyly asks please.

So here he sits now, expression resigned and long-suffering, as the children pile sand over his legs. One of them, wanting a second opinion, runs up to the nearest stranger - that's you - with a question. ]

Hey, hey, should he be a starfish or a mermaid?

[ Congrats, Fred's fate is now in your hands. ]

FLONA COVE, PT 2

[ Of course, Frederick wouldn't be Frederick if he didn't turn his beach outing into an impromptu training session. Once he's fulfilled his requisite duty of posing as Mer-Fred in the sand, it's back to work for him. After all, the resistance provided by the sandy beaches provides wonderful benefit to strengthening ones legs during a run, and there's nothing like warm sun to work up a good sweat.

His armor's been traded for shorts and a simple short-sleeve shirt - because even Fred has limits - and he's proceeded to engage in all manner of exercises typically included in a fitness regimen: push-ups, sit-ups, laps around the beach. In fact, to anyone that knows him, this is probably the happiest he's ever looked.

And if he catches you watching, he'll happily wave you over. ]

Would you care to join me? There's nothing quite so exhilarating as a good workout.

SHADES DARKER (MINI QUEST 1)

[ Every now and then, even without Lord Chrom around, Fred's overbearing instincts kick in. The house gets cleaned from top to bottom, the weeds around the house (and as far as two blocks down, much to the bemusement of the neighbors) get pulled, and he makes lunch for the whole household which everyone frequently forgets to bring with them.

He's taken the liberty of dropping off Clair's lunch today, lest she starve to death, but Lady Luck has seen fit to turn her face away from him. Clair is nowhere to be found, the gaggle of models at the front are all too happy to press themselves against him, and what's meant to be a simple three minute task suddenly turns into a much longer stay as he's pulled to a side room, one of the girls determined to bully him into doing a favor for their wonderful Lady Koralle.

In this case: mixing and matching perfumes alongside a few other patrons.

So there he sits on a plush chaise lounge, the tie around his neck askew and tufts of hair sticking straight up, looking absolutely befuddled at the dozens of small glass bottles in front of him. ]

I'm afraid I haven't the foggiest idea what scents young women like to wear these days.

[ NOTE: I'd like to stick mostly to SFW options for this prompt (truthfulness, relaxation, etc) but if you're interested in NSFW options, send me a message/hit me up on plurk and we can hash something out. 18+ F only. ]

AROUND OLYMPIA (MINI-QUEST 2)

[ In the interest of fostering better relations between Wyver and Olympia, Frederick has taken it upon himself gather some samples of the local flora and bring them over. Rumors float in the air of a man willing to reward anyone who comes forth, though of course Frederick is less interested in the reward than he is the idea of improving goodwill.

He's currently attempting to tackle a cluster of stickweed, the task made all the more difficult by the little bits of fluff that keep attaching themselves to his clothes, his skin, his hair. But he pays them no mind, because surely they're harmless, like fuzz from a dandelion, and so he keeps going, never quite realizing that the puffs are lifting him up and away until he bonks his head on a nearby tree branch. At which point, it becomes quite obvious that something is definitely not right. ]

What's the meaning of this—?

[ A little help here? ]

[ ooc: Or pick a different plant, I'm easy. ]

WILDCARD

[ ooc: I'm definitely open to any other situation that strikes your fancy! Feel free to slap down a starter or leave me a blank wildcard and let's get this ball rolling. ]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

I have been told I have no eye from fashion.

[ Admittedly, it'd come from the mouth of a fourteen year old, so he's not really sure it counts. He thinks he looks rather well put-together most days. At the very least, no one's ever given him grief about it.

But it seems the polite thing to say in Allura's company, and he has no doubt she has a better sense for these things than he does.

In any case: ]

On the ground?

[ Is that a figure of speech, or? ]

Oh, I mean. It's different when you're actually in the situation, instead of just looking at it from the outside.

[Like looking at a map, versus standing on a sidewalk.]

I'm afraid I'm much more used to looking at a planet from way up above, than from... [She waves a hand around to the scenery nearby,] Down here.

[It's a shame. She truly loved nature, but she was so busy with the war before the storm happened, she rarely got a chance to enjoy the beautiful planets she would visit.]

[ He's barely gotten used to the idea of space and other planets, the fact that someone could spend their entire life up in the sky is mind-boggling to him, at the very least.

And it shows, in the furrow of his brow and the lack of comprehension in his eyes. ]

Up above? [ Again, what. ] Were you—constantly traveling up there?

[ A perfectly natural course of actions, but it seems so terribly bleak to him. ]

[She should have suspected, with the way he was talking about kingdoms and territories. Those still exist in space but people usually talk about them a little different when it's planet-destroying super weapons instead of armies marching over borders.]

Yes, the Alteans were a space-faring race. [Which is lucky, considering her planet was destroyed.]

Even our castles were mobile, capable of traveling from one planet to another.

A mobile castle.

[ He says this wonderingly, like he's never bothered to imagine the concept before. (He hasn't, because Ylisse in comparison is so terribly primitive.) It honestly sounds quite terrifying to him, but at the same time he's also fascinated, because it opens up so many possibilities. ]

However did you manage to fuel such a large thing? And purchase supplies?

Quintessence.

[That's sort of the answer to any question, in her world. And, incidentally, the driving force behind the Galra's ceaseless expansion across the universe. But she has yet to meet anyone here that knew of it.]

It's a powerful substance that we Alteans harnessed. It powered our ships, which could then produce synthetic food for those on board.

[She sighs,] Sadly, I haven't felt any quintessence since I arrived on this planet.

[Either it's absent from this part of the universe, or somehow her connection to it was dampened. She's not sure which answer she likes most.]

[ That's too much Science(TM) for him to fully grasp, but he appreciates the explanation all the same. Truly other peoples and worlds are not so vastly different. They still require energy and food, it's simply the sources that differ.

It doesn't seem so odd that there might not be any of this 'quintessence' she speaks of here - after all, it is a completely different world, containing completely different flora and fauna. Though there is one thing that might prove to be a problem, that causes him to frown in concern. ]

You do not need this 'quintessence' to survive, do you?

[ Maybe the scientists here can create a similar substance, if necessary? ]

[She shakes her head,]

While we are sensitive to the presence of quintessence, it is not biologically necessary for our survival.

[It's a little strange to consider. Quintessence was so deeply ingrained in her species life. It powered their ships, created their food, sustained several planets within their solar system. As essential as the sun yet without it... life continued on.]

I thank you for your concern though. You are a very considerate person, Frederick.

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