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Mar. 17th, 2019
OTA and Adventure
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thirdpint[a - the long long line]
[For some reason, there is a long, long line at the Golden Heron -- stretching around the block and then some. Whatever is going on must be amazing, but you'll have to find a way in that doesn't involve waiting, or else you'll be out here till dawn and miss everything!
Inside, Sora will find that a famous gambler, 'Deuce-Queen Jack," is jovially taking all comers on in a vicious game of Griphand Poker...
Guilty as Sora feels after cutting into the line in various places just to worm his way into the place quickly, the feeling quickly vanishes in the face of utter confusion as he realizes what all the crowds are coming in for. It... doesn't look like anything particularly exciting, and certainly nothing out of the ordinary... maybe he's missing something?
He cranes his neck to peer around-- an attempt to find anyone familiar, or at least anyone else who looks like they could be a student. He doesn't know anything about playing Poker, the only card game he's good at it Slap and that's because it's less of a card game and more of a reflexes game. He doesn't exactly want to go in there guns blazing right away and demand to know what's going on, suspicious at it looks... maybe people here are just super into Poker? He wouldn't know!
He edges his way over towards someone, tapping them on the shoulder. Even if they're not here strictly to investigate the line, at least they might be able to provide some info.]
Uh, all of this... isn't normal, is it?
[b - maybe invest in some falconry gloves]
[Bonding with his familiar isn't going very well. In fact it's going very, very poorly, though Sora doesn't quite want to admit that yet. Grand Hyperion doesn't listen to a word he says, and as a matter of fact it seems like the falcon purposefully goes against his requests more often than not just out of spite.
Such is the case today. Sora's very diligently trying to instruct him on why it's wrong to shatter windows (though frankly he doesn't quite think he knows enough about ethics to attempt to teach a bird the concept), but Grand Hyperion sees very little use in listening to his lecture. He does, however, see great use in the spiky nest that is Sora's hair.
Sora doesn't really Get this line of thinking, of course. It seems to him more like the falcon's trying to yank all his hair out.]
OwowowOW, hey...! [Fortunately (for Sora, at least) Grand Hyperion gives up the attack very quickly as he instead spots another student nearby; it's a perfect opportunity to a) ditch Sora and b) show him what actual respect looks like (if he isn't being worshipped they're not doing it right). In the blink of an eye, the bird's taken off and is circling the other student repeatedly in a silent demand for them to offer up an arm to perch on.
Sora cautiously cracks one eye open as he realizes his familiar's ditched him-- again-- and luckily it doesn't take too long to find the bird making his way over towards somebody else. With a defeated groan of exhaustion, Sora's quick to give chase, waving with an arm as he calls out to the other student.]
Wait, just ignore him!!
[c - wildcard]
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jaxisms!]
[For some reason, there is a long, long line at the Golden Heron -- stretching around the block and then some. Whatever is going on must be amazing, but you'll have to find a way in that doesn't involve waiting, or else you'll be out here till dawn and miss everything!
Inside, Sora will find that a famous gambler, 'Deuce-Queen Jack," is jovially taking all comers on in a vicious game of Griphand Poker...
Guilty as Sora feels after cutting into the line in various places just to worm his way into the place quickly, the feeling quickly vanishes in the face of utter confusion as he realizes what all the crowds are coming in for. It... doesn't look like anything particularly exciting, and certainly nothing out of the ordinary... maybe he's missing something?
He cranes his neck to peer around-- an attempt to find anyone familiar, or at least anyone else who looks like they could be a student. He doesn't know anything about playing Poker, the only card game he's good at it Slap and that's because it's less of a card game and more of a reflexes game. He doesn't exactly want to go in there guns blazing right away and demand to know what's going on, suspicious at it looks... maybe people here are just super into Poker? He wouldn't know!
He edges his way over towards someone, tapping them on the shoulder. Even if they're not here strictly to investigate the line, at least they might be able to provide some info.]
Uh, all of this... isn't normal, is it?
[b - maybe invest in some falconry gloves]
[Bonding with his familiar isn't going very well. In fact it's going very, very poorly, though Sora doesn't quite want to admit that yet. Grand Hyperion doesn't listen to a word he says, and as a matter of fact it seems like the falcon purposefully goes against his requests more often than not just out of spite.
Such is the case today. Sora's very diligently trying to instruct him on why it's wrong to shatter windows (though frankly he doesn't quite think he knows enough about ethics to attempt to teach a bird the concept), but Grand Hyperion sees very little use in listening to his lecture. He does, however, see great use in the spiky nest that is Sora's hair.
Sora doesn't really Get this line of thinking, of course. It seems to him more like the falcon's trying to yank all his hair out.]
OwowowOW, hey...! [Fortunately (for Sora, at least) Grand Hyperion gives up the attack very quickly as he instead spots another student nearby; it's a perfect opportunity to a) ditch Sora and b) show him what actual respect looks like (if he isn't being worshipped they're not doing it right). In the blink of an eye, the bird's taken off and is circling the other student repeatedly in a silent demand for them to offer up an arm to perch on.
Sora cautiously cracks one eye open as he realizes his familiar's ditched him-- again-- and luckily it doesn't take too long to find the bird making his way over towards somebody else. With a defeated groan of exhaustion, Sora's quick to give chase, waving with an arm as he calls out to the other student.]
Wait, just ignore him!!
[c - wildcard]
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One minute I held the key [OTA]
Mar. 17th, 2019 09:31 pmbearshermarkWho: Eleven, a largely optional Hendrik, and you!
When: March, sometime!
Where: Various bits of Anastara
What: Eleven tries to be normal while dogged by a persistent shadow.
Other: +/-1 options for the prompts are for a bonus Hendrik if you'd like! As Eleven's new sworn bodyguard, he has a tendency to follow him everywhere- but Eleven also likes to try giving him the slip.
( next the walls were closed on me )
When: March, sometime!
Where: Various bits of Anastara
What: Eleven tries to be normal while dogged by a persistent shadow.
Other: +/-1 options for the prompts are for a bonus Hendrik if you'd like! As Eleven's new sworn bodyguard, he has a tendency to follow him everywhere- but Eleven also likes to try giving him the slip.
( next the walls were closed on me )
hotheadwarmheartFamed lightnoisist Gurancha Heralda, to the surprise of everyone, booked a one-night-only performance at Corastra Hall with dirt-cheap prices. This promises to be the hit event of the year, or competition for it anyway -- but by the time you and your companions get to the ticket booth, they've sold out of tickets!
How will you get in to see Heralda now?
[Honestly, Lea probably should have expected that the show would be sold out by the time they arrived. He wouldn't even be that disappointed, but he was taking music class, so he figured it might pay him to learn something about the kinds of music they had here. Plus, he was dying to know what the heck a 'lightnoisist' actually was; it sounded kind of cool.
How to get in though? He supposed he could try getting up on the roof, but if they didn't have a skylight or a roof entrance, that'd be a bust. There might be another way though, one that might even make them a little extra money if the door guy went for it.
Lea turned to those with him.]
You know... with a sell-out crowd on such short notice, they might be a little short staffed here. If we can convince them, do you think maybe they'd take us on temporarily to help sell snacks and things? I mean something like that can't require too much experience, right? Plus, it would show that us 'Sundered' don't just intend to be freeloaders while we're here.