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Well, I, ah, guess this is how you contact me. If you'd be so kind as to leave a message, I'll be certain to get back to you at my earliest convenience.
... It might be faster to just come find me, though.
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So, yesterday had been hell. This week had been hell, really, but the passing of the pollen meant some manner of relief, and eventually, drying out was achieved and sleep was had. Which was good, really. Fjord fully intended to sleep until Harvest Close, at this rate.
( Keep dreaming, buddy. )
[OOC: Establishy! Preplayed with![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
mages_suck and coded by hernando_fuentes, yay kids!]
( Keep dreaming, buddy. )
[OOC: Establishy! Preplayed with
mages_suck and coded by hernando_fuentes, yay kids!]Last night, the island more quiet than Fjord had ever seen it, he'd gone to sleep, expecting the silence of a hopefully dreamness night to carry him through to the day. And, like most nights as he laid himself down in bed, his sense of body faded.
( Unlike most nights... )
And sitting against the wall across the room, unnoticed for the time being, sat an empty sheath that, only last night, had a falchion stored within.
[OOC: For the roomie if he so chooses! Cribbed and paraphrased and reworked to suit the different medium from Critical Role Campaign 2, Episode 5: The Open Road. Warlock boy can't get away with ignoring his patron forever, okay.]
( Unlike most nights... )
And sitting against the wall across the room, unnoticed for the time being, sat an empty sheath that, only last night, had a falchion stored within.
[OOC: For the roomie if he so chooses! Cribbed and paraphrased and reworked to suit the different medium from Critical Role Campaign 2, Episode 5: The Open Road. Warlock boy can't get away with ignoring his patron forever, okay.]
Fjord had spent the entire damn day not thinking about the weekend.
Well.
( In which Fjord does his own dental work. )
[OOC: More or less establishy, unless the roommate wants to knock or somebody wants to call. There is some tooth-trauma going on behind the cut if that isn't your thing.
Well.
( In which Fjord does his own dental work. )
[OOC: More or less establishy, unless the roommate wants to knock or somebody wants to call. There is some tooth-trauma going on behind the cut if that isn't your thing.
And so, it came to pass that Fjord and Beau, a small subsidiary of the island's Drunk and Bored Club, were both, in fact, sober and bored. Which was what had led, yesterday, to Fjord offering to show Beau around the mainland. Which had somehow turned into a trip to a bar, and Fjord, admittedly, had no idea what he was in for, exactly, but he did know that he wasn't terribly likely to be bored tonight.
Either way, Fjord was leading the way toward a bar not too far from the Causeway, already wearing an illusion - mostly just himself but human and wearing jeans and a hoodie - and just generally... keeping to the sidewalks.
"Not too far now," he drawled as they walked. "Please try not to step into traffic before we make it there."
Though that, too, seemed like a strangely fitting way to spend a Thursday evening. What were the clerics even like around here?
[OOC: For the bro! But can be open if you have any reason to be on the mainland, sure!]
Either way, Fjord was leading the way toward a bar not too far from the Causeway, already wearing an illusion - mostly just himself but human and wearing jeans and a hoodie - and just generally... keeping to the sidewalks.
"Not too far now," he drawled as they walked. "Please try not to step into traffic before we make it there."
Though that, too, seemed like a strangely fitting way to spend a Thursday evening. What were the clerics even like around here?
[OOC: For the bro! But can be open if you have any reason to be on the mainland, sure!]
Office #13, Saturday
Sep. 29th, 2018 08:03 amSo, Fjord had an office.
This was, in and of itself, a strange situation for him to find himself in. The fact that it was an office in a school where he was teaching 'friendship and influence' to teenagers was really the cake for which the office was the icing.
Which would make the fact that he was expected to sit here speaking with parents into the cherry on top, wouldn't it? Perhaps he needed to work on his metaphors a little. Whatever the case was, he was seated at a desk in an office, the decor of which was rather on the minimal side, making himself comfortable and trying not to drum his fingers on the top of his desk.
What did people do in offices? How long did he have to sit here, waiting for parents to come in? Was he going to regret not casting a spell to disguise himself as a somewhat professional-looking human man? Only time would tell.
In the meantime, he was looking up 'parent teacher interviews' on his phone, completely ignoring the computer sitting next to him.
... It wasn't like he knew what it was, okay?
[OOC: Open office hours are open!]
This was, in and of itself, a strange situation for him to find himself in. The fact that it was an office in a school where he was teaching 'friendship and influence' to teenagers was really the cake for which the office was the icing.
Which would make the fact that he was expected to sit here speaking with parents into the cherry on top, wouldn't it? Perhaps he needed to work on his metaphors a little. Whatever the case was, he was seated at a desk in an office, the decor of which was rather on the minimal side, making himself comfortable and trying not to drum his fingers on the top of his desk.
What did people do in offices? How long did he have to sit here, waiting for parents to come in? Was he going to regret not casting a spell to disguise himself as a somewhat professional-looking human man? Only time would tell.
In the meantime, he was looking up 'parent teacher interviews' on his phone, completely ignoring the computer sitting next to him.
... It wasn't like he knew what it was, okay?
[OOC: Open office hours are open!]
The Beach, Early Morning Saturday
Aug. 25th, 2018 07:47 am"Jester," came a mumbled voice from the man who was slowly coming around to wakefulness on the beach in the dark, "I apologize. You should have woken me for my turn at watch. I-- wha--?"
It seemed to Fjord as though, for a change of pace, it would be nice to not wake up on a strange beach one of these days. At least the last time, waking up on the beach had made sense. That's what happened only to the lucky ones after a shipwreck, after all. Not that he considered himself lucky, exactly. And what had happened on Vandren's ship wasn't... wasn't necessarily what he would think of as a shipwreck. Not in the traditional sense. Not an accident at sea.
He picked himself up and sighed, brushing sand from his armor, and looked around.
So. Waking up on the beach. The tiefling - Jester - was nowhere to be seen, and he was not, in fact, standing in the mountains in the approach to the gates that would let him into the Empire, as he had been when she'd taken over to watch and he'd let himself finally drift off to sleep. He frowned, looked up at the sky, and frowned even more deeply. The stars were wrong. And if that was the only thing about the sky, if he could look up and speculate that perhaps he was simply elsewhere, that he was looking at constellations that he wouldn't otherwise see off the Menagerie Coast, maybe he'd be able to begin to figure out what was going on, here.
But there was only one moon.
Fjord stood there on the beach, staring up at the sky in stunned silence until the sun began to rise and the sky overhead began to look like a sky he could accept as normal. And then he shook his head and looked toward town. If anywhere had answers, he supposed there would be it.
[OOC: Mostly establishy, but if somebody wants to bump into a big confused green man on his way to the picnic, feel free!]
It seemed to Fjord as though, for a change of pace, it would be nice to not wake up on a strange beach one of these days. At least the last time, waking up on the beach had made sense. That's what happened only to the lucky ones after a shipwreck, after all. Not that he considered himself lucky, exactly. And what had happened on Vandren's ship wasn't... wasn't necessarily what he would think of as a shipwreck. Not in the traditional sense. Not an accident at sea.
He picked himself up and sighed, brushing sand from his armor, and looked around.
So. Waking up on the beach. The tiefling - Jester - was nowhere to be seen, and he was not, in fact, standing in the mountains in the approach to the gates that would let him into the Empire, as he had been when she'd taken over to watch and he'd let himself finally drift off to sleep. He frowned, looked up at the sky, and frowned even more deeply. The stars were wrong. And if that was the only thing about the sky, if he could look up and speculate that perhaps he was simply elsewhere, that he was looking at constellations that he wouldn't otherwise see off the Menagerie Coast, maybe he'd be able to begin to figure out what was going on, here.
But there was only one moon.
Fjord stood there on the beach, staring up at the sky in stunned silence until the sun began to rise and the sky overhead began to look like a sky he could accept as normal. And then he shook his head and looked toward town. If anywhere had answers, he supposed there would be it.
[OOC: Mostly establishy, but if somebody wants to bump into a big confused green man on his way to the picnic, feel free!]
