[OPEN]

[thechoiceisyours]

Who: Chris, and OPEN~
What: General catchall for stuff before the event gets going.
Where: The bar, the library, the shops, UD house.
When: Jun 1st-15th or so!
Warnings: Probably nothing, maybe discussion of prior events or the like.


[Bar]

[Chris is pretty sure he's replaced the majority of his blood with coffee at this point, but all things considered there are probably worse ways he could be spending his time. He is in a bar, after all, so drowning the stress of this place in caffeine instead of alcohol is really doing pretty well.

It hasn't been so bad the last few weeks either, since the whole dream thing ended, and so whether because of that or the ridiculous amount of sugar and caffeine he's been consuming Chris is in a pretty decent mood. He's in charge of the coffee cart this evening, which really mostly means he's sitting at the bar and reading things on the network until anyone might come in and want something to drink.

He'll be here until pretty late, so if anyone needs an evening pick-me-up all they have to do is stop by the bar.]


[Library]

[Surely there has to be something worth finding in here.

He doesn't have much better to be doing at the moment, so Chris has decided to dig through the Library and see what he can find. He's not necessarily the most organized person in the world but one thing he does organize is his books, and so the haphazard nature of the library's shelves--one moment it's some script he's never seen and the next it's a charred book with nothing in it--quickly begins to annoy him.

That's why anyone else exploring the library will happen across towers of sorted books, each pillar stacked about seven feet high, and some more stable than others. In fact, one of them might easily topple over onto anyone who dares come too close, but if they do dodge the perilous stacks they can find Chris pulling books off the shelf and inspecting them briefly before putting them in the appropriate pile.]


[Shops]

[At home he would've never thought he'd be bored enough that shopping became fun, but it has here. Of course, it's not really shopping since they need the supplies and it's not like they have to pay for them, but still he thinks he's beginning to get the whole appeal.

It's kind of like--or, really, literally--a scavenger hunt, looking for something interesting or worth bringing back, and the whole process is a lot easier now that he's totally healed. He can explore more of the shops for longer, and be pickier, which is what he's doing now; they have enough food and the like at home, so he's trying to find other things.

Right now he's mainly on the search for clothes that Emily can take apart and learn patterns from, but also things that Ashley or Josh might enjoy; boredom is a serious problem with four college-age kids, and they always need more to do.

But he's not finding anything all that useful at the moment, getting vaguely annoyed, and as he's pulling something off a shelf the whole thing collapses. It's more than enough to startle him, as he's already pretty jumpy, but once he realizes what happened the alarm quickly shifts to irritation.]

Stupid fucking shelf--

[In a flash of temper he kicks the thing, sending it flying off quite hard in completely not the intended direction of the wall but instead toward the doorway of the shop. Hopefully no one is entering at that moment.]


[UD House]

[Or, rather, right outside it.

This might be slightly dangerous, but Chris is taking as many precautions as possible. Bucket of water? Check. Area cleared of anything flammable? Check. All debris and things people might trip over removed? Check.

So okay, he's ready to test this whole idea out.

The small airplane bottles he's gathered from the bar are all only a third filled with alcohol--starting out small is probably best--then stuffed with thin strips of fabric, all lined up carefully on the ground a little distance back. They're out of the way of the zone he's cleared, so hopefully this will all be as low risk as possible.]

Right. Let's try this out.

[Talking to himself makes it seem less ridiculous as he picks up one of the bottles and steps forward, pulling out his lighter and carefully setting the cloth ablaze. Almost instantly he regrets this whole idea, because really what the hell is he doing, but he takes a breath to stay calm and lets it burn just a little before throwing it forward and into the cleared ground.

It shatters, creating a small and brief fireball before the alcohol settles to burn out on the pavement. Despite the danger and craziness of it he grins a bit, because it actually worked, and because really--]

That's really cool.


[[ooc: All prompts are open, and I'll match format if you'd like to do prose! Also, if you want to do another starter, feel free to post one or send me a PM or a plurk at amiasha and we'll work something out.]]

Comments

shops because no one wants her visiting the bar again

[dedikated]

[ Just a couple of things before she heads back to her spire. Easy peasy lemon squeezy. She's exhausted with the boredom of the day and ready to eat something and spend a night inside for once.

Kate opens the door right as something comes flying at her face. Thankfully for you, Chris, she's got good enough reflexes to duck before it does. ]

Fucking hell, mate. [ Okay, she doesn't expect that most people here like her, but really? ]

sorry kate

[thechoiceisyours]

[Oops. As fast as his anger had come it turns to a mix of surprise and guilt and embarrassment, and he's really glad that Kate dodged.]

S-Sorry Kate, I didn't uh...

[Mean to nearly hit her in the face with a shelf. He'd say he didn't mean to kick it at all, but he totally did.]

eh you haven't murdered her /stares at shadow

[dedikated]

[ she stands back up and brushes down her clothes, finally realising just who kicked that at her. Thanks, Chris. Thanks.

... Nah, it's not that big a deal. ] If we ever make a footy team, you can take pens. [ she glances behind herself to see where the shelf landed. ]

yeah he's trying to avoid any murder in either direction

[thechoiceisyours]

[Okay, well, she doesn't seem hurt or even too offended, so that's good. He rarely loses his temper and tries to keep it to himself when he does, so he's really pretty embarrassed about this whole thing.

But then she starts talking, and he's distracted being puzzled.]

Okay, I get you're talking about soccer, but beyond that I have no idea what that means.

[glacius]

[Now that he's a little bit more settled in and isn't busy trying to combat or resist the machinations of the gods, Glacius has found himself with some free time. He could always patrol or hunt... but given that he's been doing both of those things pretty much nonstop since he came to this place, he'd like to mix things up. He actually remembers Chris mentioning the library the first time they met, back during Delight's damned party... it seems like a good place to at least investigate. Maybe he might actually be able to dig up some decent information--history on the city of Hadriel, or the gods, or something along those lines. If he can come up with anything useful it will be a good trip, but if not, at least he'll get to sate his curiosity about the place.

So he heads off. He hadn't been expecting to actually come across Chris, though, and at first he doesn't even realize that he's not alone. The piles of books catch his attention right off the bat; being nearly seven feet tall himself and possessing very long limbs, it's not at all hard for him to reach up to pluck one of the books from the top of the pile. Unfortunately, upon flipping it open he realizes it's not in a script he can read. Frowning, the alien places it down and then picks up another... and another, and another, but nope, no luck. Huffing in a displeased manner, he stands back from the pile slightly, furrowing his brows.]

Now, what is the point of books if you can't read them? ...Humans didn't change their written language since the last time I visited earth, did they..?

[thechoiceisyours]

[Chris is focused enough on what he's doing that he doesn't notice Glacius until he's picked up the first book off the stack, but decides not to say anything right away. It's partially because he's in the middle of sorting a section, out of sight between two bookshelves a small distance away, and partially because Glacius isn't messing up the stacks so it's not really his business what Glacius wants to do in the library.

But when he hears the alien's questions, he does lean out from around the bookcase and gives a small wave.]

We uh, have lots of languages actually. But I don't think the one in those books is any of them.

[Chris is not particularly good with languages, but he is good at recognizing shapes and patterns and the script looks completely unknown to him.]

[glacius]

[Glacius blinks, lifting his head up and immediately turning it towards the source of the sound: it's a familiar voice, he now realizes. That's right, this is the human that was one his way back from the library, isn't it? Makers, that seems so long ago. But there's something else. That's not the only time they've met, is it..? He tries to keep down the uncomfortable feeling engendered by knowing he'd been in this person's dream.]

I see. Left behind by the previous inhabitants of this city, then?

bar;

[pellameno]

[ Pell doesn't sleep for shit since Peter and Newt left. Being on his own in a whole house just makes him remember how alone he is, so he doesn't spend much time there either. He wanders, even in the dead of night, and tonight he winds up at the bar. Maybe a few drinks will soothe the loneliness and push him over the edge to be able to sleep. Or maybe he'll go for caffeine, and just power through into the next day. He hasn't decided yet when he enters and sees the stranger sitting behind the bar, by all appearances minding the place for the few inhabitants who would frequent it at this hour. ]

Hello. I wasn't sure anyone would be in here.

[thechoiceisyours]

[Chris, likewise, isn't expecting anyone at this hour; he really should've headed home already himself, but he just doesn't feel like it. It's quiet here, he still has a cup of coffee to finish, and even though he can feel he's tired underneath the caffeine he's not super interested in going to sleep.

So Pell entering is both a surprise and also kind of makes him staying at the bar so late actually worthwhile. He's never met Pell before, but he looks vaguely familiar from just being around the city.]

Hey. Yeah, uh... I keep kind of weird hours.

[But he's getting up and stretching a little; he's not totally sure how long he's been sitting at the bar, actually.]

Did you want coffee, or...?

[pellameno]

Me too.

[ He slides onto the barstool in front of Chris, pulling a waist length braid over his shoulder and fiddling with it. His eyes are tired but there's a restless energy about him that caffeine probably wouldn't help. ]

I hadn't decided yet. Maybe something stronger after all... Any recommendations?

shops because shelves

[beanstalk]

[ Well, if Kanda was going to be stuck here for...lord knows how long, he was certainly going to need more than the couple of shirts and vests he's managed to collect. God, it reminds him of when he lived on the streets, minus the whole casually walking into a store bit.

Wasn't the only thing he needed right now, either. If there were other necessities strewn about that he found that he needed, he was certainly taking those as well. He's happy to do so in peace, as the other patrons of the "store" were, though the loud ruckus does draw his attention toward Chris.

Okay, color him vaguely amused that the other is just kicking the thing out of frustration. ]

Smooth.

glorious

[thechoiceisyours]

[Chris hasn't noticed Kanda's presence, too busy fighting with the shelf, and so his comment makes Chris jump and whirl around before he realizes who it is.

Now he's just sort of embarrassed.]

G-Geez, Kanda. Stop creeping around.

[It's not actually an admonishment, just complaining while his heart rate settles back back.]

8D

[beanstalk]

[ Oh, jeez, Chris stop it you're making this even more amusing. Now he can't hold back the amused smirk that's gracing his lips. Screw scavenging for clothes, this is funny now. ]

I wasn't aware looking for clothes counted toward creeping on you. [ pause ] Not that I'd bother creeping on you in the first place.

Bar

[amos_moses]

[Amos wanders through the bar every now and then, mainly to pick up a bottle or two of hard liquor for asleep aid. Nightmares don't bother him as much when he's drunk. He spots Chris and cheerfully bops over to visit.]

Hey chief! How's you?

[thechoiceisyours]

[He smiles when he sees Amos, looking up from his coffee.]

Hey Amos. I'm uh, as good as I can be, I guess? How about you?

[amos_moses]

Can't complain. Still upright an' kickin'.

[Amos, the eternal optimist. Life can only improve while you're alive, in his opinion.]

Mmm, coffee. I wish it tasted as good as it smells.

UD house because why are these boys such idiots

[unfollowing]

[Guess who's still jumpy around loud noises? This girl, who's been through some shit back home and here. All of which Chris knows, yet he seems to have neglected to tell his housemates what he's getting up to today.]

Fucking idiot. [she mutters as she sets her sketchpad(ish) down on her bed and heads downstairs and outside.]

Fucking idiot. [she says when she sees him, loud enough for him to hear.] That's really loud, and your delicate ass could wind up injured just looking at this shit. What are you even trying to do?

because they're boys that's the whole answer lbr

[thechoiceisyours]

[Chris is also still quite jumpy around loud noises, but only ones he isn't expecting; since he's creating this whole mini-disaster it isn't startling to him, but he has indeed overlooked that he really should've warned his friends. Oops.

He'd feel really guilty if he knew that was what actually prompted her coming out here, but instead he just offers her a grin as he figures she's just telling him off for being an idiot. And he can accept that.]

Uh, what's it look like, Em? Molotov cocktails. They're pretty badass; wanna throw one?

[You know you want to, Emily.]

what has she done to deserve this shit

[unfollowing]

[God, where to even start with that.]

No, thanks. I don't want to be responsible for your death. Ash holds a grudge.

[Ashley is small and deadly. Emily knows her friends, okay.]

Why are you even doing this?

and I set fiiiiyah to the rain

[morphinum]

That's pathetic.

[ Johanna leans against the wall of Chris' house like she owns the place. She's seen some impressive explosives in her time, some of them constructed similarly to Chris'. But his is baby stuff, barely even "kinda cool," as he puts it. ]

I mean, at least you have the balls to even try it, but an explosion that tiny is just a waste of fabric. C'mon, latte boy, put some meat in it.

[ She dares you. ]

HELLO FROM THE OTHER SIDE

[thechoiceisyours]

Nuh-uh. Last time I was dared to do something I went down a skateramp at Delight's party.

[He didn't have any skin on his elbows for like three weeks after that. But he gives her a grin when he responds, despite the refusal.]

Besides, I'm beta-testing. I'm super not interested in blowing myself up like, right off the bat.

You wanna throw one?

[Because no matter what she says he knows they're cool.]

shes made a fool out of you and boy she's bringing you down!!

[morphinum]

You might as well live in one of those bubbles.

[ Johanna shakes her head, disappointed. You're so tame, Chris. What is she going to do with you? ]

Oh, duh. The maiming comes later.

[ Johanna grins feeociously. Of course she wants to throw one. She sticks her hand out. ]

Give it here. I'll show you how it's done.

bar

[outermirrors]

[Ai feels like she’s the punch line to a bad joke as she walks into the bar. She’s still feeling a little questionable on what was okay and what wasn’t. But at this point she was willing to bet that the usual rules that would keep her out of a bar back home don’t really apply. She might be a little nervous but one wouldn’t know it by the way she walks in, shoulders back and head held high as she makes her way to the bar counter.

She doesn’t have any interest in the alcohol that might be served to anyone else but the scene of coffee linger in the air is tantalizing. She isn’t huge on coffee but it smells lovely and if there’s no tea she’ll give it a try.]

Excuse me? Is it just that’s served or is tea available?

[thechoiceisyours]

[Chris is a little surprised to see someone unfamiliar, but it does happen occasionally; he's not sure if she's a new arrival or just someone he hasn't met yet. Either way though he offers her a small, friendly smile, though he shakes his head at her question.]

Hey. We um, just have coffee. I think it'd probably be possible to ask Delight about tea if someone wants to work that out with her, though.

[Just so Ai knows her options.]

[outermirrors]

[ It was only a matter of time she made her way into the bar. The same objects populating the shelves of the shops didn't really help keep Ai entertained for a prolonged period of time. A frown forming to hear that tea wasn't an option. ]

I guess I'll have a cup of coffee then. Is there cream and sugar?

[ She smiles back in answer as she looks around. It wasn't what she expected when she had come out last time. Perhaps she will ask Delight about tea...if she doesn't like the coffee. ]