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riverviewlogs2017-07-10 12:50 pm
hititwithacrowbar) wrote in riverviewlogs2017-07-10 12:50 pm
[Open] Just a night
who: Jason Todd, OTA.
what: Jay is settling in.
when: July 11th.
where: Floor Six, and Quarantine Bar, more may be added!
warnings: Most likely just language for now, but will update!
A: Floor Six - Open
Since moving into his space on Floor Six, Jason Todd had made it a point to rarely be in. Aside from attending the meeting that had happened the day before. It was the middle of the afternoon when Jay made his way inside home to long, he had dropped a couple bags on the kitchen counter, and his phone tossed inside of a cup to make the song playing off his phone play louder while he dug around for pans and a cutting board. Considering he had eaten out most of the festival he figured he needed to save money before he blew through it all. New clothes were still something he needed to buy, so food needed to be cheaper.
The older rock tunes floated through the sixth floor, as did the eventual smell of a vegetable stew. Jason himself had hoisted himself up to sit on the counter as he flipped through the friendr app. The stew would be ready within the hour, so he was mostly killing time. He didn't want to be hungry when he leaves later to go see Dick.
B: quarantine bar - Open
It was well near midnight when Jason found himself sitting at the Quarantine Bar. He had planned to head out to Trixie, and yet, decided at the last moment to skip out on it. Eventually he had found himself at the bar, sitting by himself with head propped on one hand with his fingers tangled in his dark hair. A beer sat in front of him half empty, he was listening to the sounds of the club. He was tired but he refused to even consider sleep while it was still so early in the night. Which was why he was reading to keep his mind occupied but not wandering.
Eventually he closed the book and lifted his arms over his head, stretching and yawning at the same time. He shifted off the stool and moved to go see if there was anyone sitting around he could bother at the late hour, with little concern for the fact he would have to be at work in the morning.
C: Wild Card
what: Jay is settling in.
when: July 11th.
where: Floor Six, and Quarantine Bar, more may be added!
warnings: Most likely just language for now, but will update!
A: Floor Six - Open
Since moving into his space on Floor Six, Jason Todd had made it a point to rarely be in. Aside from attending the meeting that had happened the day before. It was the middle of the afternoon when Jay made his way inside home to long, he had dropped a couple bags on the kitchen counter, and his phone tossed inside of a cup to make the song playing off his phone play louder while he dug around for pans and a cutting board. Considering he had eaten out most of the festival he figured he needed to save money before he blew through it all. New clothes were still something he needed to buy, so food needed to be cheaper.
The older rock tunes floated through the sixth floor, as did the eventual smell of a vegetable stew. Jason himself had hoisted himself up to sit on the counter as he flipped through the friendr app. The stew would be ready within the hour, so he was mostly killing time. He didn't want to be hungry when he leaves later to go see Dick.
B: quarantine bar - Open
It was well near midnight when Jason found himself sitting at the Quarantine Bar. He had planned to head out to Trixie, and yet, decided at the last moment to skip out on it. Eventually he had found himself at the bar, sitting by himself with head propped on one hand with his fingers tangled in his dark hair. A beer sat in front of him half empty, he was listening to the sounds of the club. He was tired but he refused to even consider sleep while it was still so early in the night. Which was why he was reading to keep his mind occupied but not wandering.
Eventually he closed the book and lifted his arms over his head, stretching and yawning at the same time. He shifted off the stool and moved to go see if there was anyone sitting around he could bother at the late hour, with little concern for the fact he would have to be at work in the morning.
C: Wild Card
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"I don't know if I've read that one," he admitted. Which sounded strange. "Someone messed with my memories." That probably sounded just as strange but at least it was an explanation. "I'm Alec. How are the books weird?"
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"Nice to meet you Alec. Well for starters, it takes place in the wrong country, and for some reason they have communicators... in 1572. Its not right. "
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"Nice to meet you." Looking down at the book, tried to figure out why anyone would put communicators in Dumas. "Is it like those 'with zombies' books that were popular for awhile? Take a classic and make it 'better'." His tone suggested that he hadn't agreed with that particular literary idea.
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"Oh god no, those are terrible, though I did kind of like the Vampire Hunter one that came out in the middle of all of that." He admitted. "This book is written like it was supposed to be that way, it's like it's from some other world. I cant figure it out. So, I'm just making mental notes in case it ever comes in useful."
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"The vampire one was better than those books about the ones that sparkle." He still couldn't believe that Mundanes really believed vampires were like that. Romanticizing it, he kind of understood but sparkling?. "It might be from another world or the author wanted to make it sound like that. If you know other books that are like that, you could find out if anyone else has copies of them from their world or if they memorized them. See if there really are differences."
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"Oh fuck me, don't talk about those, how about we just pretend the sparklepires don't exist. Well besides the one that exploded glitter in that 80's vampire movie." The name escaped him, movies were never really his forte. "That is a smart idea. I might do that."