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nysalogs2017-12-02 05:33 pm
apricitous) wrote in nysalogs2017-12-02 05:33 pm
I will sail a friendly course, file a friendly chart... [open]
Who: Clark Kent (apricitous) & Jessica Jones(assholic), Clark Kent & you, etc.
What: settling into Wyver, hosting a dinner party, roommate THINGS
When: early to mid December
Where: House 9, and around Wyvern
Warning(s): nightmare involving talk of rape, attempted rape, death, coercion in the second section of thread withassholic
Notes: Feel free to tag into the open
[ around Wyver | open ]
[ It felt like a lifetime, but it was really just a year and a half that he'd spent in Metropolis, lived and loved and helped rebuild. He tries to remind himself of that as he gets to know this new place, as he learns the ways of Wyver. There are parts of it that remind him of the city, but so many new things, new and fantastical, and he finds himself spending time out in the city just walking to get a feel for the place. It nets him a job, eventually: simple work, farm work really, down at the Dragon pens. He's not sure if he'll stick with it, since he's been considering what some of the others have been talking about in regards to the press, but for now, it's enough. Combining that with the money they'd made off of the dragon heads, and he was at least satisfied that he wouldn't have to worry about his finances for the foreseeable future.
It allows him to have a little fun at all the interesting shops and businesses that he happens to find; he'd had to replace his wardrobe and it'd been a bit of a task, finding something comparable after his clothing had been ripped to shreds. Thankfully, at least one shop had had something similar to the flannel he preferred. But that had just been the necessities. The fun had been in the new fruits and vegetables and foods and seasonings, all of which he was still experimenting with. It was a common thing for Clark to make his way back to his little house with a full bag of groceries. Thankfully, his roommate seemed amenable to trying most anything he came up with that he deemed edible. And some he didn't.
Regardless, he's doing his best to adopt the city as his own, to adopt this world as his own. Some of the awfulness in the streets is frustrating, but he reminds himself not to be too unkind, points out to himself how similar it was to the talk hosts and pundits from his own world. Which is frustrating in and of itself, but given the way the cheer starts returning to the city after a bit, he does his best to focus on the celebrations instead of the grumblings and that helps more than it doesn't. ]
[ middle of a brawl | week two | open ]
[ It's while he's enjoying a drink after work that it happens; it's been happening the last few days, and he'd considered going straight home. But he'd come to really enjoy the particular home made brew that this pub provided and he'd wanted a treat. And yet, somehow, invariably, he'd ended up shoved off of his barstool (mostly to keep someone from breaking their hand) and the crowd was egging him on to join in.
He had absolutely no intention of doing anything of the like, but it seemed like the others involved were taking that as an insult, and now he's... well, he's doing his best to back away slooooowly. ]
apricitous) & Jessica Jones(assholic), Clark Kent & you, etc. What: settling into Wyver, hosting a dinner party, roommate THINGS
When: early to mid December
Where: House 9, and around Wyvern
Warning(s): nightmare involving talk of rape, attempted rape, death, coercion in the second section of thread with
assholicNotes: Feel free to tag into the open
[ around Wyver | open ]
[ It felt like a lifetime, but it was really just a year and a half that he'd spent in Metropolis, lived and loved and helped rebuild. He tries to remind himself of that as he gets to know this new place, as he learns the ways of Wyver. There are parts of it that remind him of the city, but so many new things, new and fantastical, and he finds himself spending time out in the city just walking to get a feel for the place. It nets him a job, eventually: simple work, farm work really, down at the Dragon pens. He's not sure if he'll stick with it, since he's been considering what some of the others have been talking about in regards to the press, but for now, it's enough. Combining that with the money they'd made off of the dragon heads, and he was at least satisfied that he wouldn't have to worry about his finances for the foreseeable future.
It allows him to have a little fun at all the interesting shops and businesses that he happens to find; he'd had to replace his wardrobe and it'd been a bit of a task, finding something comparable after his clothing had been ripped to shreds. Thankfully, at least one shop had had something similar to the flannel he preferred. But that had just been the necessities. The fun had been in the new fruits and vegetables and foods and seasonings, all of which he was still experimenting with. It was a common thing for Clark to make his way back to his little house with a full bag of groceries. Thankfully, his roommate seemed amenable to trying most anything he came up with that he deemed edible. And some he didn't.
Regardless, he's doing his best to adopt the city as his own, to adopt this world as his own. Some of the awfulness in the streets is frustrating, but he reminds himself not to be too unkind, points out to himself how similar it was to the talk hosts and pundits from his own world. Which is frustrating in and of itself, but given the way the cheer starts returning to the city after a bit, he does his best to focus on the celebrations instead of the grumblings and that helps more than it doesn't. ]
[ middle of a brawl | week two | open ]
[ It's while he's enjoying a drink after work that it happens; it's been happening the last few days, and he'd considered going straight home. But he'd come to really enjoy the particular home made brew that this pub provided and he'd wanted a treat. And yet, somehow, invariably, he'd ended up shoved off of his barstool (mostly to keep someone from breaking their hand) and the crowd was egging him on to join in.
He had absolutely no intention of doing anything of the like, but it seemed like the others involved were taking that as an insult, and now he's... well, he's doing his best to back away slooooowly. ]
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