hadriel_logs | [OTA] Feb/March events!

Anyone here?

[Julie pokes her head into the clinic, finding it oddly - but perhaps not unexpectedly - quiet. She sighs to herself as she pushes the door open entirely and walks in, pushing her hands through her hair and keeping it held back from her forehead for a few long moments before she lets it go. The girl is no nurse, though she's certainly trying her best and doing Nora proud by turning her hand to anything she needed for, and being here (seemingly) alone is just that little bit unsettling.

She hears a sound - a small thud, or a clatter - and freezes in place, wishing for a split second that she had a knife, or something, but--

That's silly, it can't be anyone meaning any harm, right? Not in the clinic.]

Uh... hello? Who's there?

These are cool.

[The girl's voice comes from inside one of the hooded motorcycles, which she sits in with her hands on the wheel as if at any moment she might start it and go roaring out of the city. Julie doesn't have much intention of going to one of the other cities, not for a lack of a wish to help, but a lack of anyone to go with. She can't deny, though, that the motorcycles are tempting toys.

She leans forwards to start it, feeling it hum underneath her as a grin comes to her face. Does she know how to drive one of these? No. Is she going to take her best shot at it? Of course she is!]

[ Cashmere is, as usual, torn between self preservation and wanting to be useful to the community at large. self preservation is winning at the moment, but it doesn't stop her from checking out Tranquility's bikes, especially since she thinks she might be able to keep one for future use.

she doesn't know how they work, but it sounds like Julie's figured it out. ]

Have you driven one of these before?

Nope. Drove a car once.

[Can't be harder than driving a car, right? She grins over at Cashmere and shrugs both shoulders, her grip around the wheel tightening. She's itching to give this a try, but company first.]

What about you?

[ she laughs and shakes her head. ] Definitely not. I've never driven anything. I've been in a car before. And a train. That's the full extent of my experience.

[ but how hard can it be, right? ] Are the controls labelled?

Uhhh nope. Not in this one, anyway. How about that one?

[The 'gods' have been busy, maybe they just missed one out? Julie doesn't get out of the little buggy she's in, but indicates the one closest for Cashmere to check it out.]

I mean, we can figure it out, right?

[ Cashmere leans in to look at the nearest bike. ] Uh, well. This one has symbols I've never seen before in my life, if that counts?

[ she pokes at a button, and a tiny windshield wiper pops up to swipe at the the front of the bike. ] That was harmless. I'll take it as a good sign.

I don't think that counts. [And the symbols are probably different in each bike.]

Okay, let's figure it out. Then how about a race?

[She said to herself that she wouldn't go out there, that nothing was worth venturing out into the heat-haze shimmered desert, not even Hope, and yet she still finds herself standing in the best shade she can find at the edge of the city, watching the smallest dots of motorcycles disappearing over the horizon while the sun sinks down somewhere to her left. The chill comes quickly as the night does, but she only shivers, rubbing her hands up and down her upper arms.]

You don't want to be out there, Julie. [Muttered to herself, she doesn't quite believe it. She's starting to believe it less as time goes by, but she's not stupid enough to go out there by herself.]

Don't even think about it.

They do say it takes a very specific type of person to live with the desert.

[Semiyon, who had been out for a stroll to take in the sights of his new prison, has sidled up quietly behind her, half-smiling as he looks past her to the broad swath of sand ahead]

Who says that? [Comes the immediate rejoinder to that remark, though the last syllable trails off slightly as she looks at him and is struck instantly by how similar he looks to someone else she knows. Peculiarly similar, in face.

Similar enough that she squints at him for a moment, before deciding that is isn't that person playing a weird trick on her.]

Sounds like something someone made up.

I believe it was an American author in one of those books with the cowboys and hidden gold.

[He steps up shoulder to shoulder with her, frowning a little at the odd expression that passes on her face]

Is something wrong?

Uh, no. Heh. You just reminded me of someone for a second.

[And he still does, but as he talks more the resemblance begins to fade. This man holds a kind of assured confidence that she, sadly, never sees in Delmar.]

It's fine.

Someone good I hope.

[He half expects her to say grandfather, given his age]

So...were you looking for something on the horizon?

Yeah. A good friend.

[Not grandfather. Though, Delmar is definitely the kind of person she would have wanted her grandfather to be like.]

I was just... looking. Feels like I've been in this city forever.

[Julie did not expect to find a large, cartoonish mouse head in the middle of her apartment floor when she got up that morning. In fact, the sudden appearance of it drew the softest scream of alarm as she stepped out of her bedroom, and she spent the next half hour checking the entire place to make sure that no one had walked in and put it there.

After waking up, having a cup of coffee and some breakfast, she sits down on the couch and stares at the thing through slightly narrowed eyes. With her brain more in gear, she's sure that touching it will give her some clue as to who it really belongs to, but the thing is, she isn't sure that she wants to touch it. It's disturbing, and she's not one hundred percent sure but she thinks that there might be a weird smell coming from it.

Eventually, she prods it with the tips of two fingers, and in this way catches snatches of the comings and goings of the person it belongs to over the course of the day. From what she can tell, they get out and wander around a lot, and they spend way too much time just watching people.

Morning blurs into evening, and she's starting to feel too much like a voyeur - and bored. She considers leaving the thing in the corridor outside her apartment, and puffs her cheeks out as she looks down at it.]

Would you do something so I can see who you are? Jesus. Jerk.

[One last try, and it's finally the one she needs. She hears a voice, and she sees--]

Ghoul?

[It almost feels too easy. She almost gives up entirely.

But then she's standing on Ghoul's doorstep with whatever the hell this thing is held between two pillowcases so she doesn't have to touch it again, kicking at the base of the door with her foot because if he can't tell her who it belongs to, she's just going to leave it with him and let him figure it out.]

[ It's been a fairly boringass day, if you were to ask him. And he supposes it's better boring than nothing else - the nagging feelings in the back of his head had mostly been quiet today. He calls it a success.

He's the one keeping down the fort when there's a knock at the door, making him perk up curious from his spot at the table. People don't...knock. At least the people who live here don't, so he isn't sure how to react right away.

But he slinks out of his chair, quiet, standing facing the door. Should she "knock" again- he finally moves, not towards the door, but to a sideroom, she he can look outside.

Should she turn her head in the right moment...that sure is someone peeking out at her. ]

[If she hadn't been looking in just the right place, she wouldn't have seen him at all. She spots the movement out of the corner of her eye just as she's about to kick at the door again, and calls out sharply.]

Hey!

[Manners? What are those? It's no wonder she and Ghoul get along so well. She hefts up the weird mouse head, trying to get a better hold on it.]

This belong to one of you?

[ He squints, in a second getting the urge to hide out when she calls out, but also figuring the pointlessness of hiding after having already been spotted.

But he doesn't mull on the thought for long, as he immediately spots the very indistinguishable Mousekat, expression suddenly changing into obvious surprised confusion.

It even has the cracked eye, what the fuck?

For a moment, he's frozen, but then he moves quickly away from the window, just for how long it takes to get out of the laundry room and do a sharp turn to the front door, which he opens pretty damn fast.]

What the f--where'd you get that?!

[For every second he stands at the window, she's staring him down. If he doesn't answer, well, she'll probably just leave the thing behind and walk away. That seems like the best option, because there's no way in hell she's taking it back to her place.]

Is it yours?

[She doesn't answer his question, but puts the thing down at his feet and straightens up to fold her arms loosely over her stomach.]

Yea'. [ Like she's supposed to know, like it makes more physical sense than it does.

Give him a moment. He's staring at the head, the urge to snatch it right out of her hands rising, but he doesn't, for whatever reason. But she sets it down and he's...well, that's fine. Probably, right?]

How the fuck- [ Mostly mumbled over his breath. He picks the head up, turning it over, looking for the most distinct marks - the fucked up eye, a couple of stains and matted fur, a nick in the ear. Even the godawful smell. This is definitely his.]

Where'd you find it?

In the middle of my living room. [Stinking up the place, she adds mentally, not uttering the sentiment out loud but scrunching her nose up slightly as she steps back from it.]

Hadriel's screwing around with us again.

[Julie peers past him, into the hallway behind.]

You're one of Ghoul's friends?

[ He keeps staring at it, like he's making sure all the telltale signs of ownership are just eerily similar instead of proof. It doesn't seem like it's a thought he's processing very well, but that's what you get with newcomers, probably.

He stares at her, a few more seconds of silence hanging between them than would be deemed normal.]

Yea'.

[ Is he supposed to know who she is? Probably not. He hasn't gone out much. Even most people here kind of blur together.]

Who're you?

Name's Julie. I'm a friend of Ghoul's, too.

[The only reason she hasn't already turned on her heel and left is because this guy knows Ghoul too, and he looks like the kind of person who might just be from the same place. She's not sure what gives it away - maybe it's just the general air about the guy - but she looks him up and down obviously enough, lips pressed together.]

Not seen you before.

julie grigio.

[Feb] clinic [OTA]

[Feb] by the motorcycles [OTA]

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[Feb] city edge [OTA]

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[March] 'that's my rubber ducky' [closed to Party Poison]

Re: [March] 'that's my rubber ducky' [closed to Party Poison]

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