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hadriel_logs2016-06-10 09:22 pm
thechoiceisyours) wrote in hadriel_logs2016-06-10 09:22 pm
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[OPEN]
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.
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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.
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What, you don't think this is fashionable?
[It's hideous, even to Chris, and not good-hideous either. He's temped to take it and see if Josh'll wear it just to torment Emily.]
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Even the eighties didn't have that. [ and good grief eighties fashion she remembers her parents' photo albums. ]
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[Says the kid born in '96.]
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Guess the gods managed to up the eighties. [ it's a shame because orange is a lovely colour.
But wait! We have... Something not entirely hideous. One plain khaki hoodie to go, please. ]
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[Because the shirt is terrifying, and he hangs it back on the rack just as Kate picks up the hoodie.]
Hey, you found something!
[And it's something not bad at all, really.]
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[Since it's all neutral and whatever. And ooooh, how did he miss that?]
Yeah, definitely, if it fits.
[It's so pretty and green, and it indeed fits when he pulls it on. Today is awesome.]
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Least that's something.
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I guess this can be called a successful scavenging trip.
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S'pose it could have been worse. [ baggy hoodie > hot topic disaster t b h. ] Work on that kick next time. [ because it wasn't bad if there had actually been intent behind it. ]