[ closed-ish ] not till I can read by the moon am I going anywhere

[gramarye]

Who: Benji, Philomena, Shrieky, Wolfgang, guests maybe??
What: Slice of life.
When: Over the past few weeks, stuff can be backdated etc.
Where: Nawiedzonydom, Badside
Notes: Put up a subthread in here with maybe a description of your character's usual daily routine and/or any unusual happenings that may have occurred lately? Things other characters would have noticed about them? Weird habits etc? Then tag each other? Yes this is a good plan.
Warnings: None yet!

The house is a fairly large property and while it looks a bit frightening on the outside — Wolfgang never seems to get around to fixing that much, he always has a million other more pressing projects to distract him — it's turning out quite nicely. He's filled it with proper furniture, a working kitchen, even decorations, a lot of local art, some "donated" by his weirdo artsy friends. The yard is coming back to life from the long neglect it's suffered from before, but slowly, like it's shy.

There's a fence around the backyard now, high enough to keep the pets from jumping over. There's a rumour around town that the house is haunted, but that's probably because most of the people who live in it are a little eccentric.

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[gramarye]

Wolfgang groans and puts his head in his hands. Well, that would answer that, but he is being slightly comically exaggerated about it, because he's just complaining, not... actually sick or anything.

There is a cup of coffee sitting on the table in front of him, although given how he is, it could actually be his third or fourth. Either way, it's cold now, up until he touches the rim of it and it abruptly starts to steam again. He shifts, one hand over his face and covering one eye, the other dropping to the table, fingernails running between the grooves. "It's too early to live," he says, voice sleepy-hoarse and low because he's not sure who else is awake or asleep, including pets.

[cestrumnocturnum]

There's the sound of trickling fluid, Benji not bothering to remove the box of white from the fridge and she fills a water glass with a conservative helping, enough to make the road of going back to sleep a little smoother, she thinks. She grins at that answer, containing herself to that; being quiet, yes, for those that keep more normal schedules, including the cat and the dog. (The spider is fine.) It's also good, a belated, sleepy realisation, that Wolfgang is responding at all. That is never a total guarantee.

She sits down nearby, sort of feeling her way around the kitchen rather than trusting her still bleary attention span. "Bed after this," she says, words already muffled into glass as she takes a sip, wincing a little; strong taste for the morning, but. Coffee made warm again renews, too, its scent, and she tips a look to it over her own choice of beverage. "Are there cows to milk? Or. Other things people do at ridiculous hours."

[gramarye]

"Cows and other things..." He says this, pauses, and pulls a bit of a face. "Ah, sorry." He's pretty sure that's cow milk, at least. Pretty sure. Not that the weirdness of Baedal's fauna is a surprise, but probably not what one needs to be reminded of at this ungodly hour.

He slides his hand down his face, cups his chin and squints vaguely. "Sewers to fix, apparently." Which is what he should be doing in two hours when his shift starts, but honestly, he'll probably get halfway through getting ready, fall back asleep on the couch, and miss it. Again.

[cestrumnocturnum]

"That sounds like a terrible thing to deal with in the morning." Her tone is serene, gently sympathetic to Wolfgang's plight, although only in the way that hints at jobs, huh? "I just have, mm. Commuting. This afternoon. Gallmarch? It's literally--" Vague gesture that is probably facing the wrong direction. "--on the other side of everything. I have to take the train."

Which isn't a problem if she is with someone who she can latch to or get lost with, but she hasn't yet shaken off the nervousness of missing a stop somehow, or being unable to beat the crowd, or just. Being in the crowd in general. "I'm probably going to be late." Yes, well, especially if you think wine is a valid choice at this hour in order to sleep.

[gramarye]

"It's terrible to deal with at every hour." Wolfgang you're not funny, you are actually a huge dork. "The velociraptors are nocturnal, anyway. I wouldn't trade you, I hate going that far." The trains are not bad here, it's just kind of a big city, and thus a long trip -- he used to go out to Flag Hill a lot until Tanoreen opened. He still does sometimes, and it's still not a fun trip. He blinks, bleary still, rubs at his eye hard enough to see spots. "Work thing?"

[cestrumnocturnum]

"Yes. It's more difficult for her to go somewhere than it is for me," handwave, "and I don't want to bring people back here. I guess it's-- um, the job, it's not going awful enough to the point of comedy; I keep getting cases." Benji is bringing her drink up to sip, but then lowers it again, repeating a keyword in her mind that she'd dismissed but manages to resurface;

"Velociraptors?"

[gramarye]

"You can, you know, ah -- if it'd be easier for some of them. It's fine, I don't mind." He's not sure how the others feel about it, but he's okay with it. He spends so much time asleep, he probably wouldn't even notice.

"Mm. There are a bunch underground. Albino, they can't handle sunlight." He folds his arms on the table, leaning over, chin resting on top of them. "They're important to the ecosystem because they eat the sewer rats and landsharks, but." ... but they are fucking velociraptors!! Fuck this city.