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thebastion2015-02-16 05:34 pm
treasureling) wrote in thebastion2015-02-16 05:34 pm
Day 281 :: Open/Log
Who: Malak
Open: Open!
When: Day 281
Where: The Apartments, near the blacksmith/forge, wandering around
What: Malak tentatively ventures out of his room, is not actually gross sobbing everywhere anymore.
Format: Log, but I’ll match
Warnings: Malak is still SUPER SAD about the fact that his daughters might be/probably are dead. There might be some moping.
Malak only ventures tentatively out of his place in the Apartments. The room looks starkly different from what he would have at home, and he finds it less comfortable - no homespun, none of the blankets he carefully made, none of the numerous comforts he had accumulated over time. But it's livable. The indoor toilet, especially, is a luxury he never had before, and Malak had stared at it blankly for several minutes before attempting to find out how it worked.
Occasionally, if someone passes in the hallway, he peeks out the door. If spotted, he closes it immediately.
But eventually he goes out of the building entirely and goes to find the blacksmith that was mentioned to him. He wants a job.
Beyond that, he explores, in slow and tentative circles, looking around himself wide-eyed.
Open: Open!
When: Day 281
Where: The Apartments, near the blacksmith/forge, wandering around
What: Malak tentatively ventures out of his room, is not actually gross sobbing everywhere anymore.
Format: Log, but I’ll match
Warnings: Malak is still SUPER SAD about the fact that his daughters might be/probably are dead. There might be some moping.
Malak only ventures tentatively out of his place in the Apartments. The room looks starkly different from what he would have at home, and he finds it less comfortable - no homespun, none of the blankets he carefully made, none of the numerous comforts he had accumulated over time. But it's livable. The indoor toilet, especially, is a luxury he never had before, and Malak had stared at it blankly for several minutes before attempting to find out how it worked.
Occasionally, if someone passes in the hallway, he peeks out the door. If spotted, he closes it immediately.
But eventually he goes out of the building entirely and goes to find the blacksmith that was mentioned to him. He wants a job.
Beyond that, he explores, in slow and tentative circles, looking around himself wide-eyed.