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riverviewlogs2017-09-11 05:38 pm
eternalmagic) wrote in riverviewlogs2017-09-11 05:38 pm
[open] who will go down to those shady groves
who: Anyone
what: General CR building
when: September, post-Dragosta
where: Miscellaneous
warnings:idk are the Taaco twins gonna be there
.I. Waterbending
[Barring a few unfortunate incidents (no offense meant), he was able to avoid most of the chaos that took over the city during the Dragosta festival. Not that he has anything against festivals. He participates in plenty back home, albeit usually for ritualistic reasons. This one just happened to outpace his willingness to assimilate -- primary reason being that if his soulmate is here, he'd rather not know about it.
In any case, he only retreats for as long as it takes all the fuss to die down (especially for those damn fairy lights to dissipate), and then it's back to regular scheduled programming of trying to get Riverview's damn elements to let him play.
The weather's still nice. And water tends to be the most reasonable element to negotiate with. So he's swimming. If that seems weird, then joke's on you, because it's starting to work.]
.II. All-nighters
[Aside from classes, errands and the odd venture into the city, Mordred can typically be found in just one place.
Gramarye has swallowed him. He had high hopes for the resources available within the magical research facility, and so far he hasn't been disappointed. The opportunity to venture beyond the wall for a more thorough pass has yet to present itself, and Mordred isn't so dismissive of Bryn as his guide that he's prepared to risk her extreme displeasure by simply strolling out there himself. What that means is, he has to rely almost solely on Gramarye for information, and he has thoroughly devoted himself to the task of absorbing it.
It's been a few days. And nights. Requiring significantly less sleep means that a) he gets more accomplished, and b) his roommate Draco basically has an entire apartment to himself, minus one corner cloaked in darkness and stars.
This evening (morning? afternoon?) Mordred is three stories up in the library, balancing on a ladder as he selects the books he wants to work through next. Every once in a while, he'll toss a book sideways, whereupon it spirals down and settles delicately on top of a stack accumulating at one corner of a large table below. There are a few plants gathered on the other end of the table, like specimens, preserved in bubbles of what looks like shimmering glass.]
.III. Cocktails
[Through the graciousness of Millennial Loki, Mordred has acquired VIP access at the club Trixie.
However, he hasn't actually used it yet.
He's been sort of systematically trying out all of the places in Riverview that serve alcohol, not because he is often in the mood for a drink, but should the mood strike, ostensibly it's best to know exactly where to go. Trixie has turned out to be one of those places, not just because he gets along with the owner, but because the bartender likes to experiment and Mordred is not opposed to judging the results.
He's there tonight, leaning on the bar, distractedly nursing something that is three different neon colors and has a name he didn't bother to hear before he started drinking it.]
what: General CR building
when: September, post-Dragosta
where: Miscellaneous
warnings:
.I. Waterbending
[Barring a few unfortunate incidents (no offense meant), he was able to avoid most of the chaos that took over the city during the Dragosta festival. Not that he has anything against festivals. He participates in plenty back home, albeit usually for ritualistic reasons. This one just happened to outpace his willingness to assimilate -- primary reason being that if his soulmate is here, he'd rather not know about it.
In any case, he only retreats for as long as it takes all the fuss to die down (especially for those damn fairy lights to dissipate), and then it's back to regular scheduled programming of trying to get Riverview's damn elements to let him play.
The weather's still nice. And water tends to be the most reasonable element to negotiate with. So he's swimming. If that seems weird, then joke's on you, because it's starting to work.]
.II. All-nighters
[Aside from classes, errands and the odd venture into the city, Mordred can typically be found in just one place.
Gramarye has swallowed him. He had high hopes for the resources available within the magical research facility, and so far he hasn't been disappointed. The opportunity to venture beyond the wall for a more thorough pass has yet to present itself, and Mordred isn't so dismissive of Bryn as his guide that he's prepared to risk her extreme displeasure by simply strolling out there himself. What that means is, he has to rely almost solely on Gramarye for information, and he has thoroughly devoted himself to the task of absorbing it.
It's been a few days. And nights. Requiring significantly less sleep means that a) he gets more accomplished, and b) his roommate Draco basically has an entire apartment to himself, minus one corner cloaked in darkness and stars.
This evening (morning? afternoon?) Mordred is three stories up in the library, balancing on a ladder as he selects the books he wants to work through next. Every once in a while, he'll toss a book sideways, whereupon it spirals down and settles delicately on top of a stack accumulating at one corner of a large table below. There are a few plants gathered on the other end of the table, like specimens, preserved in bubbles of what looks like shimmering glass.]
.III. Cocktails
[Through the graciousness of Millennial Loki, Mordred has acquired VIP access at the club Trixie.
However, he hasn't actually used it yet.
He's been sort of systematically trying out all of the places in Riverview that serve alcohol, not because he is often in the mood for a drink, but should the mood strike, ostensibly it's best to know exactly where to go. Trixie has turned out to be one of those places, not just because he gets along with the owner, but because the bartender likes to experiment and Mordred is not opposed to judging the results.
He's there tonight, leaning on the bar, distractedly nursing something that is three different neon colors and has a name he didn't bother to hear before he started drinking it.]
I
But there just aren’t a lot of people willing to take a dip in this water, and in the end curiosity wins out over professional pride. He moves enough to let the light catch on his uniform, so that he’s easily visible nearby. He offers a small wave. ]
I’m, uh- not interrupting, am I?
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Eh, well. He's seen worse.
Reluctant to leave the water when he can feel its current drifting with interest around his limbs, he shakes wet hair out of his eyes and focuses on the stranger.]
No, not really. [Just a little, but he doesn't mind.] Nice outfit.
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He hops down from his perch with a showy little flip really encroaching any further. The curiosity hasn't left his gaze. ]
So what brings you this far into the badlands?
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[Honestly, how would you ever get a table at a restaurant looking like that? Be serious.
But he answers with an agreeable smirk of his own, and with the water being so accommodating already, he thinks he can risk emerging a little more. So he swims to a nearby rock and pulls himself up onto the edge of it, swiping water off his face.]
Practice. [No reliable fire element yet. He's gonna stay wet until he gets all the way out.] I didn't think I'd run into anyone else.
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You're a swimmer?
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[He is evasive by habit, it isn't personal. And he's not actually trying to scare this new face off, and is in fact looking him over again with a raised eyebrow. Hard to infer what the deal is with that costume.]
Are you a perimeter guard?
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When I’m not needed elsewhere. [ With a wink that's mostly lost behind the mask. ]
Speaking of which- you happen to spot anything tall, dark and hungry passing this way?
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I definitely didn't, and wouldn't be here otherwise. [He'd be following it, is the truth here, but in his experience the perimeter guard can be very touchy about that.
He glances around, as if he might still catch a glimpse of it somewhere.] What is it?