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 Posted: Wed Jun 08, 2016 7:52 am
"No!" Dawson squawked indignantly at Preacher for even bringing that up. What if talking about it made it spread or something? "I'm not a goddamn magic animal freak!"
And yet his two impressively large hands remained.
"You weren't at Blackfriars a while back, huh?" he said to Brie. "Nasty s**t there. Some 'were' or whatever went nuts n' injured a buncha people. Got the police n' CDC n' everythin' involved."
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Posted: Wed Jun 08, 2016 3:53 pm
He hated lines...but for food, and hopefully the good kind, he didn't mind so much. Chubbs playfully nosed at Captain once they got in line, angling to see if the other pup would play along while they waited. Rhys glanced down every once in a while, but his focus was mostly on the menu, which wasn't extensive but seemed a good enough size for a food truck.
"Mmm...maybe I'll try their original gyro wrap? And some hummus, probably. Potential late night snack if I swing by the market and grab some corn chips." It sounded a lot more appetizing now that he'd said it out loud, so with the decision made he dropped his gaze back to June. It only dawned on him now how awkward it was that he was in line for food with a total stranger...
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Posted: Wed Jun 08, 2016 4:30 pm
"Of course." Nevada wrapped her arms around her waist and laughed, in a deep sort of chuckle. "I'm not gonna beat around bushes here. But thanks for the reaction." She tilted her head.
"I think this is where I ask you if you come here often, but since this is very new to me, How are you enjoying the booths so far?"
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Posted: Wed Jun 08, 2016 4:34 pm
Brie's brow rose to the roof at the eye roll and she made a scoffing sound. It's not like these people really mattered, and why she was dealing with them, she had no idea.
"It's pretty ******** magical, Sir." She said at his hands, "Blackfriars?" Brie said at first and then held her hand up.
"No, Seriously don't wanna know. I don't want anything that's dealing with that place, the rainy ashdown. In fact, this is gotta be my cue to just jump ship and abandoned post." She picked her stuff up, looked down at the hands, looked at Preacher and had the internal debate forever.
What could she do to help anyways?
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Posted: Wed Jun 08, 2016 8:26 pm
Someone’s sassy. Fits the full drag going on. „So start asking.“ If she didn’t want one now, she should - with the First Friday festival in full swing, most were out in their best attire - including Bitchy and Blonde in her sidewalk-claiming dress. Half the time the people were the influx of art.
His dog plodded at his side, staring ahead blankly. Alois cast him a glance and wondered if the growing amount of stimulation led to him simply shutting down his doggy senses. „He knows to attack when I’m actually threatened. Unfortunately, I must be too loveable. I’ve not seen him rip someone’s face off. Schade.“ He gave Schatzie a pat, though the dog didn’t respond. Likely he was too busy surveying for threats to pay much attention to Alois’ gestures, unless ordered.
Fruit smoothie stands. if that doesn’t scream ‚I’m trying to watch my figure‘. „I haven’t seen any carts for it if you’re looking for something not usually here. There’s the creamery a couple blocks down if you just want a fruit smoothie.“ Banana flavored, I expect. He spared her another glance.
Oh, definitely banana flavored. Can’t spare the time to stuff, I see.
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Posted: Wed Jun 08, 2016 9:10 pm
"Yup. Blackfriars was... something else." She shot a puzzled look at Brie. "Rainy Ashdown? But it's been mostly sunny here lately." Preacher shrugged. Maybe Brie just really hated rain. Maybe the rain hated Brie. Maybe Brie was a witch in danger of melting. The possibilities were endless. "Though, Dawson, can ya move your ham hands about okay - no weird stiffness or anything?" She had no idea what could cause that, but damn she was curious.
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Posted: Wed Jun 08, 2016 11:09 pm
"Because Reasons!" America answered Taym's question of Why?! with a laugh. She sauntered up to Maeve's booth after noting Thorne had moved toward having some wine at another booth. (Was that another boyfriend? The events at Blackfriars had somehow left her with the feeling that folks were just kind of perpetually in love with the fellow or just really, really concerned about him. It said nice things about a person, to have that kind of effect.) With a broad smile, the girl greeted Maeve, "You look a damn sight better than at the library, gotta say. America Jones, never got a proper introduction what with all the..." She curled up her hands in a sort of T-Rex gesture before offering one for a particularly bright-eyed handshake.
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Posted: Thu Jun 09, 2016 8:03 am
Dawson opened his mouth to explain, but then Brie put her hand up. Fair enough. The less he talked about magical crap, the better. Although he did feel bad he might alienate someone just because he couldn't keep his s**t together.
"Yeah, think I can..." Setting his things down, he proceeded to flex his mitts and curl his fingers, nodding as he found nothing unusual beyond their size. "Gawd, just wish they'd had the decency t'do this outside a'public view..."
And then, as if in response to the growing hopes that they'd shrink already (having been a disjointed collection of <******** ******** no oh god why me s**t ********>), the hands did so. Dawson froze and stared at his now normal sized hands like they were the new freak attraction.
"...You don' think they spiked the drinks here, right?"
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Posted: Thu Jun 09, 2016 12:28 pm
All his life Chester had been confronted by a public perception of math and science that made his skin crawl. Science was hard. Math was boring. No. What was actually boring was art.
Music was okay, since it was basically just math, which was why he was standing near the entertainment, drinking a small cup of very strong coffee. It was his second. His scalp was beginning to itch.
He wasn't about to break into a can-can or anything, but he did start tapping his foot, standing straight and tall instead of shy and bent. It was a start.
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Posted: Thu Jun 09, 2016 4:00 pm
Ignacio loved First Fridays, and honestly it wasn't really for the fact that he could go stare at art, though he loved bouncing from vendor to vendor in wide-eyed fascination with all the things he could possibly even just look at yet alone buy. It was because there was tons of stuff going on. And usually a lot of people, too. Ignacio liked seeing a lot of people. It was energizing. Music was also energizing, which was probably why the distractable young man eventually drifted over to where the music was coming from. He closed his eyes momentarily and did a bit of swaying in place to the rhythm of the music that was playing from the jam session that had formed in the streets. Sometimes he wished he could play an instrument. He didn't really have the patience for it though. Maybe the drums. He had some sense of rhythm. He opened his eyes to squint at the drums for the moment. Couldn't be that hard. It was like tapping his feet right? Like that guy was doing-- Hey, wait, was that Chester? "Chester!" Ignacio darted over to Chester and smacked him on the back, because he was buff, so he could handle it. "Welcome to life outside of those math books of yours!"
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Codebreaking Conversationalist
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Posted: Fri Jun 10, 2016 9:28 am
Chester lurched forward, more from shock than actual force, and as focused as he was on not spilling his coffee, he still recognized Ignacio's voice. There were only a few people he'd spoken to since his return to Ashdown a few months back, and his hyperactive former classmate hadn't been one of them.
"I'm... um... yes. Outside."
He didn't disapprove of the young man's antics, being around him was just a little like staring into a flare.
He cleared his throat. "How've you been? Are you at Rider-Waite? I'm about to start some summer classes there."
Please don't mention MIT. Please don't mention MIT. Please don't mention MIT.
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Posted: Fri Jun 10, 2016 10:12 am
They hadn't spoken for a while, but Ignacio had a way of forgetting that people grew apart over time, and he seemed just as friendly (and, unfortunately, as bouncy) as ever. Barely acknowledging the fact he stunned Chester a bit, he pulled back and offered a wide grin. "See, the outdoors ain't so bad! Nothing's gonna swallow you whole. Besides, I'm sure math nerds like you can find fibonaccis and whatever everywhere." See, Ignacio knew math things too. He just didn't really care as much about them. "I've been alright, I guess." His brow knit for a moment, but he offered nothing further on the vague response, immediately launching into, "Yeah, I go to Rider-Waite. During the Fall and Spring, like normal people." His eyes lit up, clearly teasing. "I'm kind of not surprised you would reject a chance at a break." Luckily for Chester, Ignacio figured that he was just bring typically bookish. It was summer, after all. No reason to assume he wasn't just taking extra classes for fun, or whatever supernerds did. He couldn't be bothered, himself--summer was nature's natural time for vacation!
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Codebreaking Conversationalist
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Posted: Fri Jun 10, 2016 1:59 pm
Thorne snorted but let himself get pulled down. He wasn't about to comment anymore on the enabler thing, seeing as he probably wasn't going to do anything about it but drink shitty wine he wasn't supposed to for a buzz he definitely wasn't going to get. And anyways, Aleksy was - interesting. And Thorne would use any excuse to sit next to him and judge a crowd. "My savior," Thorne responded with a warm grin, turning to look down at Aleksy, his eyes wickedly bright. "I am indebted to you for life. Or at least the rest of this festival. Whichever you would prefer." He caught Aleksy's made as thought to kiss his knuckles, but paused a breath away and said instead, "I'm afraid you're not getting very good company. But I'll be sure to look properly concerned." Meanwhile, Maeve, queen of everything devious, looked up at the new face in her view. Her eyes brightened with mirth and happiness, ruby lips pulling into a grin. "Thank you, I try my best. It's a shame that I don't pull off the zombie horror thriller heroine look very well." She flipped a curl behind her ear and smiled dashingly up at America. "Maeve Hargrave-Carstairs. It's a pleasure." She leaned forward, across the booth table and grinned. "What can I do you for?"
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Posted: Fri Jun 10, 2016 5:43 pm
Find... Fibonaccis?
He had been listening politely, while taking another sip of his drink, when he snorted into the liquid instead. Thankfully the tidal wave of coffee he generated wasn't high enough to spill over the side, and he was careful to only laugh on the outside of his cup after that.
"Good to hear," Chester said, too preoccupied by relief over the lack of any mentions of MIT and his own stunted ability to read other people to see Ignacio's brief concern over the question. "I just want to get ahead, you know." He looked at the musicians as they started a new song. "Have you seen anything good here yet? I didn't make it much past this spot." Ugh. Art.
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Posted: Fri Jun 10, 2016 7:38 pm
Well, at least Chester was smiling. Or laughing. That worked well enough for Ignacio, and he grinned at the snort. Honestly, Ignacio was happy that Chester was a bit too people unconscious to notice his temporary falter. He wasn't really here to talk about his problems. He would happily talk about pretty much anything else, though. When Chester remarked he just wanted to get ahead, Ignacio snorted and added quietly in a bit of a mock whisper, "Man, you can't stop overachieving, can you?" His attention was quickly bounced to something else, though, and he grinned widely when asked if he had seen anything good. "Oh, plenty! There's some really awesome food trucks back there," he gestured in the general direction of the trucks, "and there's some really cool vendors over there," again, a vague, only moderately helpful gesture, "and a bunch of the stores are actually open kinda late, and of course there's this band here, or jam session, I'm not sure what it is but it really sounds tight, and there's lots of people--" He had a brief realization he was rambling and so he suddenly stopped talking. "Right. Lots of stuff really. If you have the money anyway."
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