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nysalogs2017-10-10 01:29 am
triplerose) wrote in nysalogs2017-10-10 01:29 am
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Who: Loras Tyrell (triplerose) & open (with closed starters in comments).
What: Some here and there in the midst of the chaos (aka October Catch All)
When: October.
Where: Around Olympia and Wyver.
Warning(s): TBD.
(i. The Sanctuary. Ish.)
[ Loras has never seen or known anything like this. No great plagues have struck Westeros, not in his time, and it's terrifying. To say the least. Though Loras will never openly admit that. He's lucky, he knows. The sickness has spread to neither him nor his sister, he has the ability to help, to atone for any wrongdoings he may have committed in the past.
His feet, more often than not, carry him to the sanctuary. Loras never goes inside. He'd not know the first thing about helping, though he thinks they might not care. He could be put to task to anything. This was never his strong suit, it was his sister's, a habit Loras himself had never quite picked up on. So he loiters rather than make himself useful - but at least well out of the way of anything who might hurry in or out.]
(ii. The Marketplace.)
[ The market is never dull. In an effort to not stay at home all day, Loras comes here first. It's interesting, and he's making acquaintances. People who he recognizes and can say hello to and inquire about their day. It's actually quite soothing. It's helping him settle in.
Today, he's on a mission. He's looking for a stall or a cart that sells flowers. Roses, preferably, red ones. Something like roses would do just as well. Loras is picky, though, and they have to be perfect. Perfect for his unwell friend, and for another friend's unwell sister - something to brighten grim days. ]
(iii. Train Station.)
[ Loras doesn't have silver to spend on a train ride to Flona Cove. A fact, of course, that fills him with a pang of sadness. A pang replaced by jealousy as he sees people embark and disembark the train, smiling and easy. He'd quite liked it there, with the beaches and the careless attitude that everyone so easily adopted. Absently, he thinks he'll need to find a way to earn coin, so he can go back there again.
It's not a complete loss, though. Standing against some railings in view of the station, Loras likes to watch the train. He's fascinated by it, the thrill of seeing it and the puff of smoke still as novel as the first time. Though he's not sure he can stand around for another hour, just to see it arrive and take off. ]
(iv. Wild Card.)
Choose your own adventure!
triplerose) & open (with closed starters in comments).What: Some here and there in the midst of the chaos (aka October Catch All)
When: October.
Where: Around Olympia and Wyver.
Warning(s): TBD.
(i. The Sanctuary. Ish.)
[ Loras has never seen or known anything like this. No great plagues have struck Westeros, not in his time, and it's terrifying. To say the least. Though Loras will never openly admit that. He's lucky, he knows. The sickness has spread to neither him nor his sister, he has the ability to help, to atone for any wrongdoings he may have committed in the past.
His feet, more often than not, carry him to the sanctuary. Loras never goes inside. He'd not know the first thing about helping, though he thinks they might not care. He could be put to task to anything. This was never his strong suit, it was his sister's, a habit Loras himself had never quite picked up on. So he loiters rather than make himself useful - but at least well out of the way of anything who might hurry in or out.]
(ii. The Marketplace.)
[ The market is never dull. In an effort to not stay at home all day, Loras comes here first. It's interesting, and he's making acquaintances. People who he recognizes and can say hello to and inquire about their day. It's actually quite soothing. It's helping him settle in.
Today, he's on a mission. He's looking for a stall or a cart that sells flowers. Roses, preferably, red ones. Something like roses would do just as well. Loras is picky, though, and they have to be perfect. Perfect for his unwell friend, and for another friend's unwell sister - something to brighten grim days. ]
(iii. Train Station.)
[ Loras doesn't have silver to spend on a train ride to Flona Cove. A fact, of course, that fills him with a pang of sadness. A pang replaced by jealousy as he sees people embark and disembark the train, smiling and easy. He'd quite liked it there, with the beaches and the careless attitude that everyone so easily adopted. Absently, he thinks he'll need to find a way to earn coin, so he can go back there again.
It's not a complete loss, though. Standing against some railings in view of the station, Loras likes to watch the train. He's fascinated by it, the thrill of seeing it and the puff of smoke still as novel as the first time. Though he's not sure he can stand around for another hour, just to see it arrive and take off. ]
(iv. Wild Card.)
Choose your own adventure!
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