Sun, sun, sun, here it comes...

[whistlewhilstyouwork]

Who: Whistler + OTA
What: Whistler decides to voluntarily leave his apartment for once
Where: Around town
When: Now
Warnings: N/A. Will change if needed. Update: Warnings for some discussion of self-harm in Whistler and Julie thread. 

It was odd. Generally the heat didn't bother Whistler much, not so long as he was inside anyway. But today it seemed to be getting to him. The skin of his back kept sticking just a little too much to the floor as he tried to work and his palms kept getting slick with sweat to a point where it made fiddling with small wires too frustrating.

But if he couldn't work there wasn't much he could be doing while he was holed up inside. 

Which was how he ended up outside. Something that is normally only done out of dire necessity: when he needs groceries. But today he's giving it a very tentative chance. Mostly just to get himself moving. To feel something other than floorboards and stone walls. 

If you look for him at his apartment you will only find a messily scribbled message jokingly saying 'Gone Fishing' (inspired by his conversation with a young man only the day before). But hey you should be impressed that it is legible at all given the circumstances. And he mostly figures no one is going to come looking for him. 

But if they do he can be found in various locations: 

Pools near the outside of town

Whistler has shrugged off his shirt and rolled up his pant legs so that he can lay with his legs in the water, back on the sand with his shirt over his face so as to protect his eyes. He's naturally tan so he's not overly worried about getting burned, but even so he's made sure to lay in a patch of shade. After all, tan or no tan, two suns is two suns.

Around the shops

Whistler can either be found shuffling along the town streets with his cane swinging in front of him or sitting on a bench picking at a berry muffin with his fingers and placing small bites of it almost delicately into his mouth. He's savoring it, thank you very much. 

Wildcard

Want to bump into him in a shop? Maybe you catch sight of the blind man about to try on a horrific technicolor t-shirt? Or you see him in the park napping? 

Choose your own adventure.

Comments

Pools

[redwinekindofgirl]

[When she spots him there, it's weird, because she remembers the last time she saw Whistler outside, which was coincidentally also the first time she saw Whistler outside.

She smiles, amused, and doesn't approach too closely before she pulls her phone out and sends a message.]

Did you know there's a guy here who looks just like you, only he's outside? It's really weird.

Around the shops

[thelastjoy]

Girl's on the other side of the street, kicking rocks against a shop wall in a childish display of boredom. She's had little to do but explore, though the city is now as familiar as the back of her hand. Sometimes being out was better than being confined, even if it meant she had nothing to do until nightfall.

Whistler's presence is something to keep her occupied. He'd been kind enough, the few times they'd talked. Girl could do with a distraction that was more an easy breeze than a powder keg.

"Have you ever used that to wack someone?" She raises her voice from across the way, hoping she sounds familiar enough that he'll let her join him for a while.