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diatu2021-08-04 12:43 pm
scotch_egg) wrote in diatu2021-08-04 12:43 pm
bubble bubble toil and
Who: Alec Hardy and You
What: General Catchall
Where: In town, in class, in the cafeteria, outside
When: First week or so
Warnings: none atm
Town
Alec is wandering around town, looking lost, if only because he is. Also looking exceedingly disgruntled for reasons to be seen above. His strange whip made grim is padding along at his heels and occasionally going off to chase someone. Upon seeing you, the grim immediately charges toward you, a hundred pounds of not!dog gallumping toward you at mad speed and joy. There is the overall impression of a tongue hanging out even though the creature lacks evidence of a mouth. Brace yourself.
Teammates
Alec looks dubious about the magical equivalent of a trust fall. He is supposed to trust his partner, someone as green as himself, to keep him aloft in the air? Or trust himself to do the same? He had tried to ask if this was too advanced, but all he'd gotten was a smile and a patronizing pat and told to try it. He felt seventeen again and hated it. He was pushing fifty, not a bloody teenager.
"Right. Let's try not to break each other." He cleared his throat and pulled unconsciously at his tie. "You want to go first or should I?"
Dining in
Or not dining as the case may be. Alec has a plate of food in front of him, largely untouched. He is mostly involved with reading a tome or magical arcana. Others books were stacked up by him. There has been some evidence of eating judging by the corner being nibbled off the toast, but the tea has grown cold and steam is a memory and he has been there for a few hours, since breakfast or lunch depending on whatever time of day it is. It may be there is only one seat left opposite him. Be prepared for riveting conversation.
Beautiful? Disaster?
Alec is practicing a spell on the grounds. Does it go wonderfully? Terribly? Or you caught up in it or the witness to something...indescribable. Maybe it's better to sit this one out, just in case.
What: General Catchall
Where: In town, in class, in the cafeteria, outside
When: First week or so
Warnings: none atm
Town
Alec is wandering around town, looking lost, if only because he is. Also looking exceedingly disgruntled for reasons to be seen above. His strange whip made grim is padding along at his heels and occasionally going off to chase someone. Upon seeing you, the grim immediately charges toward you, a hundred pounds of not!dog gallumping toward you at mad speed and joy. There is the overall impression of a tongue hanging out even though the creature lacks evidence of a mouth. Brace yourself.
Teammates
Alec looks dubious about the magical equivalent of a trust fall. He is supposed to trust his partner, someone as green as himself, to keep him aloft in the air? Or trust himself to do the same? He had tried to ask if this was too advanced, but all he'd gotten was a smile and a patronizing pat and told to try it. He felt seventeen again and hated it. He was pushing fifty, not a bloody teenager.
"Right. Let's try not to break each other." He cleared his throat and pulled unconsciously at his tie. "You want to go first or should I?"
Dining in
Or not dining as the case may be. Alec has a plate of food in front of him, largely untouched. He is mostly involved with reading a tome or magical arcana. Others books were stacked up by him. There has been some evidence of eating judging by the corner being nibbled off the toast, but the tea has grown cold and steam is a memory and he has been there for a few hours, since breakfast or lunch depending on whatever time of day it is. It may be there is only one seat left opposite him. Be prepared for riveting conversation.
Beautiful? Disaster?
Alec is practicing a spell on the grounds. Does it go wonderfully? Terribly? Or you caught up in it or the witness to something...indescribable. Maybe it's better to sit this one out, just in case.
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"The hell is that?"
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"Familiar. The word is familiar, Beetlejuice."
The demon rambled on, oblivious, "Not that I think your puppy went on a drunken rampage. Although, I'm sure if it could it would, it seems like a cool dog."
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"Isn't it all a little...disturbing?" Though even having said that he felt as if this man wouldn't find much disturbing unless it was a bar of soap.