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Catchall
Who: Grantaire & OPEN
What: Catch-all for January
When: January. Just January
Where: Mostly Wyver with an Olympia option
Warning(s): N…one…? He’s a trainwreck but he’s harmless
1. Obligatory drinking prompt [Wyver]
[ Grantaire isn’t blind to the sudden shift in atmosphere within Wyver. Even within an otherwise friendly establishment, he’s watched from behind wine glasses and bottles as more than one patron is refused service for what seems to be no particular reason. It strikes him as odd, but he his head is always an impossible tangle of thoughts and words, and the reasoning has gotten caught up within them entirely. He hadn’t chosen a ribbon on Gala night, so he remains a welcome customer despite his fondness for spouting nonsense.
Grantaire doesn’t have a particularly strong stance on anything at all, but he is a friendly soul. To the next person who is turned away by the bartender, Grantaire turns, gently grabs hold of them by their arm, and pulls them down to sit across from him. He smiles, almost obliviously, as he pours wine into a glass from a bottle he’s purchased himself, and then forces the glass into his new companion’s hand. ]
There you are, my friend. Now I’ve served you myself, and your supposedly unwelcome money didn’t need to be spent at all. I don’t suppose any complaints can be made about that, do you?
2. Around Wyver
[ Though Grantaire spends a great deal of his time drinking, he makes a special effort to learn the city. It has its quirks and its history, even if the native citizens strangely can’t seem to recall it. Throughout the day, you can find him at various points throughout the city—surprisingly doing something productive. He’s acquired a sketchbook and charcoal, and he seems to be attempting to create sketches of parts of the city that he finds interesting, though he seems upset. He furrows his eyebrows at his paper more often than not, marks through pages entirely, runs his fingers through his hair in frustration and mumbles quietly to himself. ]
Hideous. Distorted perspective. Delusional Grantaire, they’ll say. He sees the world just as twisted as he claims it really is.
[ If you were to peer over this shoulder, you might see that they’re not that bad. He’s just out of practice and expecting miracles.Is that anime? ]
3. Another drinking prompt because this sad sack of shit [Olympia]
[ Grantaire’s frustration with himself has caused his spirits to sink, while his desire to drink has skyrocketed. He wonders vaguely if Olympia wine is of superior or lesser quality in comparison to Wyver wine, and in a thoughtless decision, he decides to put it to the test.
He isn’t as familiar with Olympia. Unwilling to leave Enjolras, the only friend he has left from the barricade, Wyver has become his new home, but he makes his way to the other city regardless.
The last of his money is spent rather quickly, and his glass drained even more quickly--more than once. Feel free to find him slumped over a table in the corner completely conked out. It's not a good look. Give him a little shake? ]
4. Wildcard
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What: Catch-all for January
When: January. Just January
Where: Mostly Wyver with an Olympia option
Warning(s): N…one…? He’s a trainwreck but he’s harmless
1. Obligatory drinking prompt [Wyver]
[ Grantaire isn’t blind to the sudden shift in atmosphere within Wyver. Even within an otherwise friendly establishment, he’s watched from behind wine glasses and bottles as more than one patron is refused service for what seems to be no particular reason. It strikes him as odd, but he his head is always an impossible tangle of thoughts and words, and the reasoning has gotten caught up within them entirely. He hadn’t chosen a ribbon on Gala night, so he remains a welcome customer despite his fondness for spouting nonsense.
Grantaire doesn’t have a particularly strong stance on anything at all, but he is a friendly soul. To the next person who is turned away by the bartender, Grantaire turns, gently grabs hold of them by their arm, and pulls them down to sit across from him. He smiles, almost obliviously, as he pours wine into a glass from a bottle he’s purchased himself, and then forces the glass into his new companion’s hand. ]
There you are, my friend. Now I’ve served you myself, and your supposedly unwelcome money didn’t need to be spent at all. I don’t suppose any complaints can be made about that, do you?
2. Around Wyver
[ Though Grantaire spends a great deal of his time drinking, he makes a special effort to learn the city. It has its quirks and its history, even if the native citizens strangely can’t seem to recall it. Throughout the day, you can find him at various points throughout the city—surprisingly doing something productive. He’s acquired a sketchbook and charcoal, and he seems to be attempting to create sketches of parts of the city that he finds interesting, though he seems upset. He furrows his eyebrows at his paper more often than not, marks through pages entirely, runs his fingers through his hair in frustration and mumbles quietly to himself. ]
Hideous. Distorted perspective. Delusional Grantaire, they’ll say. He sees the world just as twisted as he claims it really is.
[ If you were to peer over this shoulder, you might see that they’re not that bad. He’s just out of practice and expecting miracles.
3. Another drinking prompt because this sad sack of shit [Olympia]
[ Grantaire’s frustration with himself has caused his spirits to sink, while his desire to drink has skyrocketed. He wonders vaguely if Olympia wine is of superior or lesser quality in comparison to Wyver wine, and in a thoughtless decision, he decides to put it to the test.
He isn’t as familiar with Olympia. Unwilling to leave Enjolras, the only friend he has left from the barricade, Wyver has become his new home, but he makes his way to the other city regardless.
The last of his money is spent rather quickly, and his glass drained even more quickly--more than once. Feel free to find him slumped over a table in the corner completely conked out. It's not a good look. Give him a little shake? ]
4. Wildcard
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Have you no contacts in Olympia you could impose upon?
[Because he sure doesn't. It's entirely possible he'll have no damn choice if he's so determined not to see Grantaire drink himself to death.]
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He seems to muse on it for a long moment, warring with his memory, but he can find nothing through the fog. ]
My only known contact in Olympia is this establishment. [ He gestures vaguely about the room before he has to take hold of the chair once more to keep balance. ] They’ve been extraordinarily kind. Though, that was so long as I could pay. It is truly a sad thing when a man's pockets grow light and empty. You're looked upon as a different person entirely.
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The trouble is, Sid is easily tall enough that slinging an arm over his shoulders will do nothing but lift Grantaire straight off the ground. Which leaves...
Sigh.]
...Gods have mercy.
[Instead, he scoops him up and supports him bridal-style, looking none too pleased about it.]
You're hardly in any condition to travel so far a distance, no matter the method. I'll drag your arse to a safe place if I must, but that's it.
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Just leave me here.
[ He sounds utterly miserable, but his fight becomes strictly verbal. He throws no punches, neither kicks nor squirms in an attempt to get away. Instead, he just…talks more, sounding more pitiful than he does convincing. ]
Monsieur, just leave me. This is the safest place I can be until morning. Enjolras will not care. He disdains me enough as it is.
[ He pulls another person’s name into it out of nowhere, but at least he gives evidence that he knows someone, even if it is someone in Wyver. ]
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Bullshite. If I leave you alone, it'll be a matter of time ere someone either attempts to drag you away just the same, or you drink yourself to death.
[Besides, that claim that this person "won't care" is more than a little peculiar. More likely, it's just that this madness is hurting their friendship, if that's what it is.]
You can't even bloody walk. Cease complaint; we're leaving.
[And out the door they go. If he must pay coin to see this fool get some godsdamn rest, so be it, but he's already put up too much of a fuss to give up.]
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Eventually, however, it does seem to get through to him. He heaves an enormous sigh, wishing for just one more drink of wine, or to be allowed to walk on his own. Back home, he always managed somehow. But as he hasn’t been allowed, he decides that he can at least stare at the sky for a moment. ]
Where do you come from, my tall fellow? Do you suppose the same stars we see here are the same stars that shone there? I do not. They shine brighter here than they did in Paris, and with so much less to be merry about.
[ Enjoy that nonsense, Sid. ]