am I the caller of your keep

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Who: Guardsmen & you!
What: A open catch-all for the Guard HQ for the month.
Where: Guard HQ
When: March 10th – April 9th
Warnings: TBA


A month after construction finished, the Guard HQ is in great shape. While it retains an air of newness, it's also starting to look settled into.

A sofa by the entrance, in clear sight of the office off to the right, provides a place for visitors to wait if they wish to speak with a guardsman. The office itself is made up of a variety of scavenged tables and chairs, inconsistent in style but providing every guardsman a space to do paperwork and occupy while manning headquarters. Beyond the office is a small meeting room, as well as a separate lounge for guardsmen to socialise and eat in, filled with a handful of comfortable chairs and a low table. Off to the left side of the building is a large, open training area, for guardsmen to train, spar and offer lessons within, safe from the overbearing heat outside. Beyond that is a storage room. A set of stairs at the back lead up to the roof, which serves as the northern watchtower. Like the standalone watchtowers that cover the other cardinal directions, it provides shelter from the elements as well as windows that allow a clear view, wide enough to be shot or fired from with ranged weapons.

The front door is always unlocked.

Comments

[claritatis]

[He's more grateful for the topic being dropped than he'd express outwardly. No doubt they'll come back to this again, and again, and no doubt something would eventually come of it. For now, though, the segue is all but leapt upon and Ignis turns a curious look to his friend, surprised by the suggestion.]

It would be my pleasure... but I should warn you to bring a coat. I'll not have you catching a cold on my watch.

[nascere]

[ Noctis pauses, then looks down at his getup -- the usual, you know, and then frowns. Of course they'll get back to that subject, but right now it just doesn't feel right.

Now, however, they need to deal with coat-having; Noctis doesn't actually have a coat. ]

I don't have one.

[claritatis]

I'll find one for you.

[Ignis smiles easily, slipping into that role of taking care of his friend as painlessly as ever. Lightly, he claps a hand against the back of Noctis' shoulder.]

But I can't leave just yet. My shift here isn't over.

[nascere]

Okay.

[ Perhaps he should go. Do... something. Anything. But he lingers anyway, glancing over at him. ]

Can I stay? I can help.

[claritatis]

You can certainly provide some welcome company, which is far more help than I was getting before.

[Ignis casts a friendly, warm smile his way. He's not going to ask him to leave...]

And another pair of eyes never hurt on a watch.