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winecasks) & OPEN
What: Catch-all, a bit stolen from the tdm
When: July, July
Where: Thesa Station
Warning(s): Alcohol. Otherwise, none.
1. No one ever said Stasis was a no drinking zone
[ The Station, large as it is, seems to have left Grantaire feeling a bit restless. It shouldn’t be this way, logically. There are plenty of places to be, and it’s hardly cramped, but the entire concept is what messes with his psyche. There is no fresh air, the earth is far below them, and they’re drifting somewhere among the stars. It’s somewhat unnerving.
He has, however, begun to accumulate a meager stash of wine. Along with one of those bottles, he paces the stasis unit for hours, gazing at the walls faces with a creased brow. Suddenly, he pours out a splash of his wine onto the floor.
He will not be cleaning it up. He turns to whoever may be nearby to explain: ]
A libation. Death may be ripped from those who were fortunate enough to have been granted a reprieve from life--and how miserable that is!--but many of them must have died all the same. It seems right to honor them while one still can.
[ He smiles gently, then holds the bottle out in an offering. ]
Would you care to join me? [ He gestures vaguely to the stasis pods. ] I’m afraid that no one else has much else to say. It really is a shame. Conversation is one of my few worthwhile skills.
2. Reminder that he napped through a goddamn revolution
[ The malfunctioning doors are a problem. They turn the entire ship into a labyrinth, even when Grantaire is certain he knows exactly where he’s just come from or exactly where he’s going.
He intends to return to his room for a lie-down, but the doors have other ideas. They lead him from one unfamiliar area of the ship to another. Eventually, he simply decides to give up. He settles himself down in the corner and lets himself settle in for a nap right there.
Please disrupt him. This isn’t gentlemanly. ]
3. Simulation station situation
[ It’s said all too often that Grantaire lacks motivation, and that much is true. What usually isn’t true is that he feels restless. This isn’t some newfound energy that he feels a need to expel; he simply needs to do something in general.
He’s never been to the simulation rooms. He’s never cared to, and he doubts he’ll care to after this. It’s a one-time visit. He had always been a fair enough fencer back home, and that’s what he’s decided to go with today. Fencing foil in hand, he beams. ]
I do hope you’ll forgive me for not being a worthwhile opponent. I haven’t done this in quite some time. I’m likely to tire all too quickly and collapse of exhaustion before you can even defeat me. Perhaps a third competitor will join us soon.
4. Wildcard
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muttonchops or just go for it. ]
winecasks) & OPENWhat: Catch-all, a bit stolen from the tdm
When: July, July
Where: Thesa Station
Warning(s): Alcohol. Otherwise, none.
1. No one ever said Stasis was a no drinking zone
[ The Station, large as it is, seems to have left Grantaire feeling a bit restless. It shouldn’t be this way, logically. There are plenty of places to be, and it’s hardly cramped, but the entire concept is what messes with his psyche. There is no fresh air, the earth is far below them, and they’re drifting somewhere among the stars. It’s somewhat unnerving.
He has, however, begun to accumulate a meager stash of wine. Along with one of those bottles, he paces the stasis unit for hours, gazing at the walls faces with a creased brow. Suddenly, he pours out a splash of his wine onto the floor.
He will not be cleaning it up. He turns to whoever may be nearby to explain: ]
A libation. Death may be ripped from those who were fortunate enough to have been granted a reprieve from life--and how miserable that is!--but many of them must have died all the same. It seems right to honor them while one still can.
[ He smiles gently, then holds the bottle out in an offering. ]
Would you care to join me? [ He gestures vaguely to the stasis pods. ] I’m afraid that no one else has much else to say. It really is a shame. Conversation is one of my few worthwhile skills.
2. Reminder that he napped through a goddamn revolution
[ The malfunctioning doors are a problem. They turn the entire ship into a labyrinth, even when Grantaire is certain he knows exactly where he’s just come from or exactly where he’s going.
He intends to return to his room for a lie-down, but the doors have other ideas. They lead him from one unfamiliar area of the ship to another. Eventually, he simply decides to give up. He settles himself down in the corner and lets himself settle in for a nap right there.
Please disrupt him. This isn’t gentlemanly. ]
3. Simulation station situation
[ It’s said all too often that Grantaire lacks motivation, and that much is true. What usually isn’t true is that he feels restless. This isn’t some newfound energy that he feels a need to expel; he simply needs to do something in general.
He’s never been to the simulation rooms. He’s never cared to, and he doubts he’ll care to after this. It’s a one-time visit. He had always been a fair enough fencer back home, and that’s what he’s decided to go with today. Fencing foil in hand, he beams. ]
I do hope you’ll forgive me for not being a worthwhile opponent. I haven’t done this in quite some time. I’m likely to tire all too quickly and collapse of exhaustion before you can even defeat me. Perhaps a third competitor will join us soon.
4. Wildcard
[ I am the easiest. Bring me anything. Grab me at