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thebastion2015-01-19 01:41 pm
dragonsorcsandwolves) wrote in thebastion2015-01-19 01:41 pm
Entry tags:
Day 271 | OPEN | The first step is usually the hardest
Who: Rob, Anyone
Open: Open
When: Day 271
Where: Wherever
What: Unexpected fashion choices.
Format: Will match
[Pre-post solo stuff]
It had been a week already and, like every morning where he had woken up in his cottage over the past week, once he was ready to leave he stopped and stared at what was on his dresser for a bit before taking it to a mirror and staring at it again. Even being his own worst critic he could tell that he'd done a good job, all things considered. He liked how it looked with the mix of badass, primal, and vaguely creepy despite it not turning out exactly as he'd imagined.
But what about other people? He was very much aware that in his own world this would be considered weird despite his own opinions of it, and that was the problem. If he went outside with this he risked being stared at, people judging him, and people thinking he's weird. The horror.
Today though, as he looks at it in the mirror, a thought occurs to him. Namely, a thought about the waste if he doesn't take it outside. With that thought in mind, he slowly makes his way downstairs to his front door. And stands there. He puts his hand on the doorknob, pauses, pulls it back, pauses, puts his hand on the doorknob, pauses, and repeats the process a few more times. The phrase "They're all gonna laugh at you!" starts bouncing around inside his head and he closes his eyes, trying to force down the anxiety that's making its way up. If he'd thought ahead he could potentially have avoided this problem; if he hadn't acted like his usual self when he'd first arrived everyone might expect something like this from him, but instead he'd presented himself as he normally did and now feels the weight of everyone's expectations about what he's like pressing down on him. Acting against that expectation is hard, and he's not sure how long he remains frozen in front of the door, paralyzed by internal conflict.
Finally though, he clenches his teeth and starts breathing heavily. Will a colossal burst of willpower he opens the door and steps outside, closing it behind him before he act on the urge to abort and go back inside.
[Open]
As of today, Rob has started to accessorize a bit. And by that I mean: a rabbit skull with a shard faintly glowing from within each eye socket, two rabbit humeruses, two rabbit femurs, and two rabbit tibias are spaced out on a braided leather cord, which is being worn by Rob as a necklace. Yes, this is indeed a thing that is happening, and will continue to happen for the foreseeable future. Rob himself is just going about his business as usual, though he does look oddly tense while doing so.
One order of business for today though is to hunt down everyone who went on the mission to the Ura. With those people, he approaches them, unintentionally stealthily contrary to expectations based on appearances, and quietly speaks up despite his apprehension about actually being the one to initiate conversation.
"Hey, um, I was, uh, I was wondering how well the carts worked out, and, uh, and if there were any improvements you think I could make to them. Or for if I make another one. I-If you're not too busy, of course."
Open: Open
When: Day 271
Where: Wherever
What: Unexpected fashion choices.
Format: Will match
[Pre-post solo stuff]
It had been a week already and, like every morning where he had woken up in his cottage over the past week, once he was ready to leave he stopped and stared at what was on his dresser for a bit before taking it to a mirror and staring at it again. Even being his own worst critic he could tell that he'd done a good job, all things considered. He liked how it looked with the mix of badass, primal, and vaguely creepy despite it not turning out exactly as he'd imagined.
But what about other people? He was very much aware that in his own world this would be considered weird despite his own opinions of it, and that was the problem. If he went outside with this he risked being stared at, people judging him, and people thinking he's weird. The horror.
Today though, as he looks at it in the mirror, a thought occurs to him. Namely, a thought about the waste if he doesn't take it outside. With that thought in mind, he slowly makes his way downstairs to his front door. And stands there. He puts his hand on the doorknob, pauses, pulls it back, pauses, puts his hand on the doorknob, pauses, and repeats the process a few more times. The phrase "They're all gonna laugh at you!" starts bouncing around inside his head and he closes his eyes, trying to force down the anxiety that's making its way up. If he'd thought ahead he could potentially have avoided this problem; if he hadn't acted like his usual self when he'd first arrived everyone might expect something like this from him, but instead he'd presented himself as he normally did and now feels the weight of everyone's expectations about what he's like pressing down on him. Acting against that expectation is hard, and he's not sure how long he remains frozen in front of the door, paralyzed by internal conflict.
Finally though, he clenches his teeth and starts breathing heavily. Will a colossal burst of willpower he opens the door and steps outside, closing it behind him before he act on the urge to abort and go back inside.
[Open]
As of today, Rob has started to accessorize a bit. And by that I mean: a rabbit skull with a shard faintly glowing from within each eye socket, two rabbit humeruses, two rabbit femurs, and two rabbit tibias are spaced out on a braided leather cord, which is being worn by Rob as a necklace. Yes, this is indeed a thing that is happening, and will continue to happen for the foreseeable future. Rob himself is just going about his business as usual, though he does look oddly tense while doing so.
One order of business for today though is to hunt down everyone who went on the mission to the Ura. With those people, he approaches them, unintentionally stealthily contrary to expectations based on appearances, and quietly speaks up despite his apprehension about actually being the one to initiate conversation.
"Hey, um, I was, uh, I was wondering how well the carts worked out, and, uh, and if there were any improvements you think I could make to them. Or for if I make another one. I-If you're not too busy, of course."
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"They worked out fine, unless you can make carts that hover." She pauses. She meant that sarcastically, but- "Those probably exist somewhere, don't they?"
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"Sort of. They're called hovercraft and they do kind of float, but they aren't carts, they're kind of like the cars I told you about. Wouldn't surprise me if Colin has a better version where he's from. Either way I have no idea how to make one or where we'd get fuel for it, and I seem to recall that they can be fragile. I'm guessing this is because of that swamp I heard you guys had to go through?"
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"More because of the gator worm." Look, when Zuko doesn't know what an animal is called, she just makes up a name that makes sense to her. "Though if we'd been able to get through it faster, that would've been less of a problem."
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"I'm not sure. I can only read English well, so I didn't check any other languages, but from what I did see it looks like everything's just in the language it was originally written in. It wouldn't surprise me if there was a function that made it read the text out loud though, so if nothing in your language is in there at least your amulet could translate the speech for you."
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"Mm. I haven't checked what kind of recording they can do. They're not mine so I don't wanna leave my stuff in it."
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occasionally if it's not the number 3, she just doesn't really enjoy it. Of course, she probably hasn't been exposed to much fiction either. Fire Nation schooling and all that."You really think Colin would mind?"
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"I don't know, but he has more than one pad, so if I wasn't always using the same one I might not be able to get to any of my stuff. That'd be an advantage to having one of my own."
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"Oh. You mean you'd want to keep using whatever you put on there."
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"Yeah. Or at least have the option to. Like taking notes and stuff."
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...is paper not a thing anymore in the future? That would be weird.
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Though for a tech-savvy future guy Rob's kind of old-school in a lot of ways: no cellphone, no Facebook, no iPod.
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"If you say so."