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foggy nelson. ([personal profile] cigarbribery) wrote in [community profile] maskormenacelogs2017-09-05 09:34 pm

there's been some confusion over rooming here

WHO: Foggy Nelson, Tefé Holland, and Theon Greyjoy
WHERE: Maurtia Falls #8
WHEN: idk idk right now, September 4 or 5, timezones are funny
WHAT: the start of some wonderful friendships. or the making of a horrifying sitcom featuring a lawyer, a plant teen, and a guy from the Middle Ages. most likely the latter.
WARNINGS: uh none probably???

[After the relative peace of Heropa, setting foot in Maurtia Falls is a little like coming back home to Hell's Kitchen, in all its gritty, grimy, crime-ridden glory. More than once Foggy finds himself glancing up to the rooftops, almost expecting to see a horned silhouette, before he shakes his head and has to remind himself that Matt isn't here.

Anyway—it's getting a little late when Foggy finally finds where he's supposed to live, having been sidetracked along the way by ice cream and then some preliminary research on this world's history at a local library. There's a book or two on law already peeking out of his bag, and his keys jingle as he fumbles with them, looking for the right one.

He steps inside and calls,]
Hey, anyone home? I'm Foggy Nelson, I'm the new roommate. [The door clicks shut behind him. Why does it sound so ominous, he wonders.] Uh, hello?
beyondthegreen: (Verbena)

[personal profile] beyondthegreen 2017-09-06 12:03 am (UTC)(link)
[Growing a pleasant tree-house in a public place just causes more problems than she needs right now, but Tefé is pretty exhausted from wandering all day, trying to find somewhere, anywhere, where she might be able to get to the Green. It's been a futile effort, but from the sad solitary trees dotting urban streets to the parks and neatly groomed lawns of suburbia... she might not have much idea from other people's perspective, but even the plant life has noticed some of the goings on around here over the years. So you could say she's been doing a bit of her own research.

But right now, she's lying on the living room sofa, with her hand stretched out across the arm to touch the fronds of a small potted palm someone had thought to include as decoration when they were furnishing the place. Looking up from her apparent intense concentration on the plant, Foggy isn't... exactly what she expected to see for a roommate.]


I'm Tefé. [She replies, giving him a vaguely quizzical, if tired, look.] I think there's someone living in one of the other rooms too, but I haven't seen them yet. I haven't been here that long either.
beyondthegreen: (Oleander)

[personal profile] beyondthegreen 2017-09-06 01:06 pm (UTC)(link)
I don't need to sleep. [She replies with a frown, although she does sit up and slide over closer to the plant.

She'd been thinking about it -- just because she doesn't need to sleep doesn't mean she doesn't like it. But just who does this guy think he is, anyway?]


What kind of digging?
beyondthegreen: (Chestnut)

[personal profile] beyondthegreen 2017-09-07 11:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Anything interesting? Everything I've heard so far makes it sound like imPorts are causing more problems than they're solving.

[It's pretty easy to assume they're imPorts anyway. Plants aren't good at tracking individual people, and they sure don't care about politics, but they do notice things over the last few years like weird lightning strikes or people raising an army of undead, for example.]
beyondthegreen: (Spruce)

[personal profile] beyondthegreen 2017-09-08 02:16 am (UTC)(link)
[Weirdly, Tefé doesn't seem to respond too strongly to that bit of trivia, brow furrowing only slightly.] Really?

I don't know. There's been weird power outages and lightning strikes but in terms of everything else, it's not really that different. [Ecologically speaking, that is.] I'm going to head out to the nearest forest tomorrow morning and see what they have to say out there.

[She adds, pensive. Of course they assigned her to a school, but that's easy to skip out on without even a passing thought. The matter of getting a car, well, that is more pressing.]
beyondthegreen: (Geranium)

[personal profile] beyondthegreen 2017-09-10 01:09 am (UTC)(link)
I'm talking about the forest itself. What are you talking about?
beyondthegreen: (Oleander)

[personal profile] beyondthegreen 2017-09-10 11:23 am (UTC)(link)
I'm an Earth elemental. [She says matter-of-factly, like that just explains everything.] But being in the city is like... not being cut off exactly. Just more isolated. I needneed to find out how humanity here is treating the rest of the world.
beyondthegreen: (Willow)

[personal profile] beyondthegreen 2017-09-11 11:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Maybe you just never noticed them.

[She replies, lips pursed. Not that she really expects very much out of people anymore, but still. The Green always had its protectors.]

It will be useful to me. I don't know if you'd care. [She adds, eyeing what she can see of the books in his bag.]
beyondthegreen: (Edelweiss)

[personal profile] beyondthegreen 2017-09-13 12:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[Well for one, it's a bunch of law books, for the second...]

You know what paper is made from, right?
reek: (pic#11690553)

[personal profile] reek 2017-09-08 03:39 am (UTC)(link)
[ Theon has been alone in this flat for some time, and he’s grown to prefer it that way. It isn’t a lack of cleanliness, and he hasn’t even been making use of the entire flat, but he’s enjoyed the luxury of having no one to ask questions. No one to eye him questioningly when he awakens screaming from night terrors, or returns home in a rage at the end of the day.

Good things don’t last forever, though. He’s had an excellent lesson in that today.

He smirks coolly as he steps out of his bedroom, but nothing can mask the storm clouds that have gathered behind his eyes. A lot has transpired since this afternoon, and his new roommates are lucky to have just missed out on his personal drama.
]

For how long, I wonder.

[ Yes, Foggy. He does recognize you. ]
reek: (pic#11689537)

[personal profile] reek 2017-09-09 05:34 am (UTC)(link)
[ Theon misses home as well. More than anything, he misses Winterfell—as he once remembered it. It wasn’t warm, it wasn’t welcoming, but it was the best home he ever knew. All the same, he’s in no hurry to return to Westeros. He has some idea of what awaits him when he leaves this place, and he dreads it every day.

Despite his unwavering smirk, he sizes Foggy up with a dark look. On any other day, he might offer a quip in response to his question. Something like a smarmy “not particularly”, but he’s not feeling it. Not today.
]

Theon Greyjoy. If you once refer to me by "mister Greyjoy", I will hide your key.

[ He cringes literally every time. ]
reek: (pic#11720651)

[personal profile] reek 2017-09-12 02:48 am (UTC)(link)
[ Theon doesn’t doubt that Foggy is harmless. He doesn’t get a particularly malicious intent from him, but he doesn’t trust easily. After what happened in Winterfell, he’s suspicious of every slight, every movement, every expression. Foggy is harmless, but that doesn’t mean he has Theon’s trust.

He backs off, allows the man to set his things down and rifle through them, but never looks away.
]

Nothing.

[ He shrugs, still smirking, though he’s being truthful. Theon’s life since arriving hasn’t been particularly happy. He does as he pleases, he comes and goes, makes a living through his own means, but it’s all done in an effort to keep his thoughts occupied. If he allows his mind to lapse into silence, unwanted darkness returns in floods. If he were to look at what he’s done in the last month and tries to pinpoint a moment when he was truly happy, he would come up empty handed. It’s quite depressing, really. ]

Petyr Baelish is the city Ambassador, though I couldn’t tell you what he does. Why ask? Would it not suit you best to find out for yourself?
reek: (pic#11611948)

[personal profile] reek 2017-09-13 04:20 am (UTC)(link)
He comes from the same world as I do.

[ There's quite the reveal, but all the same, Theon knows little of Petyr Baelish. He knows his name, knows what position he held on Robert's small council, and...little else. They met once, when Theon was in the middle of a Robbwind-induced breakdown, but he can recall little of it. What did they speak of? He was in a panic, too frightened by the creature who was almost pulled straight from him own nightmares. All words spoken to him slipped in one ear and out the other.

He decides that bit might be best kept private.
]

Back home, he served as master of coin to the King, before the King was killed by a pig.

[ There’s that smirk again, though more amused this time. It really was a way to go. ]

But no, we’ve not met.
reek: (pic#11720654)

[personal profile] reek 2017-09-13 10:52 pm (UTC)(link)
A financial adviser. If he did his job correctly, he kept accounts, reports, borrowed money and helped to keep the king out of debt, I would suppose.

[ He does seem to flinch slightly at the mention of beheading—bemeloning? The only King he ever truly supported lost his head, and he wasn’t there when he should have been. He can laugh at Robert’s death, but his smirk fades when he thinks of Robb.]

I was heir to the Iron Islands.

[ Ordinarily, he would choose his words more carefully. He would insist that regardless of his father’s own uncertainty of who his heir may be, Theon was and still is the heir to the Iron Islands, as he will still be when he returns home. But telling the truth to Robb did little to relieve him of his guilt. His heart is still heavy with grief, and he doesn’t know how to undo it. If he goes home, he knows what’s waiting for him. In hindsight, his title and the Iron Islands don’t mean quite as much anymore. ]

My father lords over them now. I’m his last remaining son.
reek: (pic#11690553)

[personal profile] reek 2017-09-16 04:59 am (UTC)(link)
[ There’s a story there, but Theon is an excellent liar. He fixes Foggy with a smirk that doesn't quite reach his eyes. ]

Nothing's happened. [ Yet. ] You asked what I did. Not what I am.

[ Okay, so Theon is basically a lil shit with a list of issues a mile long... ]
reek: (pic#11689537)

[personal profile] reek 2017-09-16 06:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Without a word, Theon disappears back into his bedroom and reemerges a moment later carrying a black t-shirt emblazoned with the sigil of his house: a fearsome golden kraken, all thanks to his very useless ability. It doesn’t make him happy (so few things do), but he’s made enough bank on it to live comfortably. ]

You will find merchandise carrying this image being sold across the porter cities. It's my doing. Whatever you may call that, that is what I am now.
reek: (pic#10846636)

let me know if this is not okay pls i can edit

[personal profile] reek 2017-09-30 04:49 am (UTC)(link)
[ Theon’s expression hardens. He has no real love for this ability. At times, he sees others and wonders why he’s been saddled with something so useless and irritating, but his pride is too easily wounded and won’t hear the kraken of house Greyjoy mocked.

With blazing eyes, he strides forward and slaps a hand to Foggy’s chest, perhaps a bit harder than necessary, leaving behind that same golden kraken.
]

It is a kraken, and there is no copying it.

[ Yeah, well…enjoy that, Foggy. I hope you didn’t like that suit too much. ]
Edited 2017-09-30 05:04 (UTC)
reek: (pic#11770792)

[personal profile] reek 2017-10-04 04:51 am (UTC)(link)
I have taken the necessary steps.

[ He signed a lot of paperwork, mostly stuff he didn’t quite understand with the help of people who knew frustratingly more than he had. He assumes it’s all taken care of, but he doesn’t really know for certain. Sometimes he has to sign more paperwork, but it’s all worked out fairly well for him. He doesn’t make a lot, but his pockets aren’t suffering.

He seems angry now, though, far more high strung than he was before—and he was certainly high strung before. Thanks, Foggy.
]

What more do you wish to pester me about?