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Xᴀꜱ ([personal profile] wingwalker) wrote in [community profile] multiversallogs2012-06-05 05:29 am

float until I learn how to swim

Who: Xas & Wolfgang; Xas & Benji
What: Friends! Tentacles!
Where: Various.
When: The first week of Shadri.
Notes: Not an open post solely because I am too lazy for a summary thing. But if you, too, would like your character to be touched harassed by an angel, drop me a line and we will make it happen.
Warnings: Pending.
gramarye: (☽ who the hell can see forever?)

[personal profile] gramarye 2012-06-05 06:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Wolfgang opens his mouth to explain, but then closes it when he realises he can't. "I don't think anyone does," he says instead, rueful. "Someone thought it was a good idea to combine polka with Cybertritonian synth metal." A little gesture, then, a jazzhands-y ta-da. Welcome to Baedal, shit gets weird.

It's good to get out of the house; he used to go drinking nearly every night, back when he couldn't — or didn't want to — sleep, but the last couple of weeks he's barely been out. He's fairly convinced that if he just tries hard enough, he can make himself feel better. The bootstraps method of health care is a lot cheaper than actually seeing a doctor.

So every time he manages something normal like this, going out drinking with an acquaintance, he views it as a small triumph. He's not sick. He's functioning, he can do normal things everyone else does. That means he's fine. He takes a drink of what is his third or fourth beer, then pauses. After a moment: "Available for what?"

He can be a bit dim, bless his heart.
Edited (dammit DW i will punch everything you love) 2012-06-05 18:50 (UTC)
gramarye: (☽ with leveled malfunctions)

[personal profile] gramarye 2012-06-20 10:15 am (UTC)(link)
Wolfgang puts a hand over his heart at that you people, doing his best to look offended, but he's most of the way towards tipsy so it isn't happening, he looks a little amused instead. "I resemble that remark," he says at his huffiest, which as it turns out is not very.

He makes the bad executive decision of taking a drink in between there, so his reaction ends up like something out of a cartoon. He spits it out and chokes on it at the same time as his face goes a shade of red generally not found in nature. He has to pound on his chest to clear his lungs of beer. "What? No!" That he is actually scandalised by that sure is... something.

Sometimes it is hard to believe that Wolfgang is actually a human being and not some kind of space alien.
gramarye: (☽ stomach the hurt break for him)

[personal profile] gramarye 2012-06-25 06:00 am (UTC)(link)
"I haven — I mean, I just. I don't." He wipes his mouth and the bit of the counter in front of him, sheepish and feeling his face heating again. He puts his face in his hands instead. He's embarrassed, but not really upset. "I mean, I don't do that."
gramarye: (☽ traveled the world and seven seas)

[personal profile] gramarye 2012-06-28 07:10 am (UTC)(link)
Wolfgang peers at Xas from a space between his pinkie and ring finger, and although his expression is hard to read by mostly being covered, it is likely the face he's making is something like are we seriously doing this. "Well, I'm not racist," he says after a moment. "Er, species-ist."
Edited 2012-06-28 07:37 (UTC)
gramarye: (☽ an angel kissing on a sinner)

[personal profile] gramarye 2012-07-08 06:37 pm (UTC)(link)
When Wolfgang's face begins to return to a colour typically found in nature, he slowly lowers his hands, gripping his beer perhaps a little tighter than is strictly necessary. He seems on edge, possibly because he's aware that any slight thing might set him off again, and he is fully prepared to crawl under the bar and hide/die there if he has to. "Mm," he says, entirely noncommittally. It's not a lie if he doesn't actually say yes. Then, a swift subject change: "Speaking of... species-ism, oh good, they've switched to faerie rap."
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[personal profile] cestrumnocturnum 2012-06-05 04:26 pm (UTC)(link)
Largely oblivious to any danger of things being thrown at her, no matter their intention, Benji moves with the pace of someone without anywhere to be with urgency. In truth, she likes this part of Baedal, with the graffiti, the young students and older academics, the general sense of valued education and community. In truth, it gives her a jealous sense of wist; she would like to be smart at something, and know theories, and construct essays. She is also twenty-seven, and not particularly wealthy, but on the plus side, rather used to dreaming.

She is in suede and denim and cotton, wardrobe as muted and ordinary as ever. A brown leather messenger bag bumps against her hip, and she is more or less a million miles away by the time Xas suddenly appears at her side, windswept and interesting. Benji starts, dignity not depicted here, and lets out a huff of a laugh.

"Hello," she replies, slowing without stopping. "Not really. Returning some books. Where did you come from?"
cestrumnocturnum: (♦ privilege of gender confound soprano)

[personal profile] cestrumnocturnum 2012-06-21 12:52 pm (UTC)(link)
"Maybe next time. I love rooftop scenes," Benji says with a brighter smile, arms folding around her as they move. "They were. Baedal authors, local folklore. It's hard to tell if maybe they just made them up so that Baedal would have any or not. Or if it matters." She bites her lip against rambling at what is basically just a conversation filling query, jolting a shrug. "I'm not very good at libraries."
cestrumnocturnum: (♦ a summer evening transparent)

[personal profile] cestrumnocturnum 2012-06-30 03:22 pm (UTC)(link)
"The borrowing," she says, mildly, although it's not an answer that negates Xas's guess. Just, you know, also. "They don't remind me of home, and I think I like keeping things." She certainly never lets go of the dreams she collects, stored into some preternatural vault of memory.

She nods, once. "Apparently. I guess so they can send around lone sharks to come collect if you don't return anything." She's joking, but also unsure of what does happen if you're late with them. (A fee, spoiler alert.) "Why the eleventh? Or is that a stupid question?"
cestrumnocturnum: (♦ someone must buy them)

[personal profile] cestrumnocturnum 2012-07-05 03:49 pm (UTC)(link)
"The rules should be adjusted. Eleven thousandth."

The offer of books has its appeal. Wolfgang, anyway, is nerdier than her; they could have a library! But-- "I couldn't take your books! You should keep them. Or sell them, I suppose. But if you need a permanent address," because the assumption that Xas might not have one is easy for her to make, as having one at all is a new novelty, "you could just write down mine." Either Benji really isn't good at libraries, or she trusts Xas to be.

Both, mainly.
cestrumnocturnum: (♦ first page to end despair)

[personal profile] cestrumnocturnum 2012-07-14 02:56 am (UTC)(link)
That gets a quick grin, undercut with a shyer shrug. A brief break in their walking ensues, Benji a bit awkward in navigating the pockets of her jacket and shifting aside her bag to do so to recover her CiD, before continuing. "I think that sounds like a win for me," she points out, eyes on screen as she, a little ponderously, types out the address of the Badside house before she can forget.

Ping. Or whatever sound or indication Xas's CiD makes, should he gave it on him, that a message is received.