how to wrap a cat [OPEN]

[charismatic]

Who: Will and ~*you*~
What: Running errands, doing inadvisable things at work, drinking, dancing, etc.
Where: He works out in Serpolet and lives in Mog Hill but wherever works. Just specify a time/place when you tag in.
When: All this week and bits of last week.
Notes: IF YOU WANT TO WORK OUT SOMETHING MORE SPECIFIC/A DIRECTION/WEVS, just poke me on plurk or something. Be prepared for a lot of unnecessary capslock. Also, there is no cat, I was just watching this video.
Warnings: None as yet!

He's starting to settle in, as much as anyone can settle in, here. He's got a job he enjoys and an apartment he doesn't mind and maybe a couple friends. Will figures he's doing reasonably well for himself. Everyone knows him down at Tinker's Lot now, his neighbors don't bother him, and he's starting to piece together his favorite places to go to blow off steam.

So he learns the train routes and schedules, he goes shopping occasionally, and he gets used to mundane things like carrying a messenger bag and having hard currency. Nothing seems too jarring when everything is wrong, and Will's adaptable. If he focuses on the immediate problems of livability and keeps himself reasonably occupied, he's fine. Things start to look familiar.

He doesn't so much ignore the tension underneath as set it aside, put it away for later. There's not much he can do about it now, and he's a practical soul. If he wants to get to a place where he can, he needs to have his feet firmly under him and a clear head. Hitting up dance clubs doesn't always help with that, but a guy's allowed his vices, right?

[closed] sadness is a blessing

[cerebral]

Who: Charles Xavier & Erik Lehnsherr.
What: The aftermath of future revelations.
Where: Casa del X-bros.
When: Late Newdi evening.
Notes: Sad feels :C
Warnings: None yet.

( these scars of mine make wounded rhymes tonight )

who let the bones collide

[gramarye]

Who: Sebastian and Wolfgang
What: A meeting of nerds.
Where: Idk...
When: Ruudary 22nd? Definitely before the new Militia madness.
Warnings: There may be... books.

Apprehensive as he is about the presence of dogs -- it's depressing, he actually quite likes dogs (or at least the idea of them) and doesn't understand why they all seem to hate him -- Wolfgang is still grateful for the opportunity to make some money, which he desperately needs. If he could just get his feet back under him, it wouldn't be so bad; it's not the first time he's had to rebuild from the ground up under difficult circumstances, after all. At least he speaks the language, here, or more accurately, the city speaks it for him.

When he shows up it's pretty clear he's serious about this, wearing jeans and a practical shirt instead of one of his usual bizarre ensembles, with his hair pulled back out of his face in a messy braid. His face is looking better by now except for that scar, which doesn't even bother him that much -- he fancies it makes him look kind of tough. (He is wrong.) He would be the tall young man approaching the building, a store that's getting set up to open. He can guess Sebastian must be the man with the dog, which he is making a point to not sneak up on because that makes it so much worse. "Hello -- Sebastian, right?"