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Julian "Jaskier" Alfred Pankratz ([personal profile] borntobebard) wrote in [community profile] maskormenacelogs2020-01-08 07:03 pm

open | We venture through time blind

WHO: Jaskier
WHERE: All over
WHEN: Throughout early and mid Jan (pre-2020 plot)
WHAT: An open log of boy toy bard from a far away land who decides to adapt and overcome, or maybe just go cry in a corner
WARNINGS: Maybe some rudey words...

i. heropa; new bard on the block

[ It had barely been half a minute since the poor bard had been handed his information pack and communicator, given back his lute, and shoved out into the warm winter day of Heropa to fend for himself. There's a few odd stares spared for the fellow in a fetching red ensemble and knee high boots, but for the most part the locals leave him to it, a little too used to seeing the weird and wonderful characters that come through the Porter each month.

His eyes lift skyward for a moment, observing the unfamiliar streaks of contrails amongst the striking blue, before they slip shut and he stutters out a sigh. Composing himself before a big performance, that's all this is. Just another step towards a brand new adventure, out into the great, wide world and... almost straight into the path of a car that swiftly blares it's horn in passing.

With a soft squeak he scutters off down the sidewalk, staying on the path like every normal person should because those carriages sure are fast. Throughout the afternoon he can be found drifting, curious and clueless as he peers into stores, vigorously questions street vendors, homeless folk and just about anyone he can corner, and gives baffled stares at the shop fronts adorned with gadgetry and bright lights.

He is most definitely a fish out of water. ]


ii. everywhere; song requests!

[ Location doesn't matter all that much to a travelling bard, especially one who has plenty of new towns to explore. He may not be quite over the shell shock of it all, but he perseveres as best as one can. He's travelled to far away lands before, seen mages and monsters, dragons and devils, met Witchers and witches... this? This is no different, he just needs the tether that's always kept him going; music. Throughout the first weeks of the month he can be found dotted around the different towns, in cafes, bars, parks and anywhere with a perching spot, picking softly at his lute, notepad and pen in lap. He mumbles out words at seemingly random, hums and strums chords, and slowly drags out sentences as the creative process takes shape. ]

... endure and withstand amidst a far away land,
where perception overwhelmed, I stand powerless at the helm,
wrecked betwixt reverence and wonder...

[ A moment of quiet contemplation, and then without much regard decides aloud: ] Nah, that's shit.

[ Other times, when he's not savagely scribbling out his own work, he'll be found busking around towns in front of crowds of various sizes, revelling in the attention as he plays stripped down, exceptionally acoustic versions of various songs, feet stamping and crowd clapping providing his percussion. Another song finished, he loudly proclaims to anyone that catches his eye: ]

A request! What do you wish to hear? Anything at all!

[Literally anything. It would appear this bard knows every song the crowd has thrown at him so far, lyrically and musically. ]

iii. maurtia falls; working hard or hardly working

[ Mob Tours, they'd told him. That's where he'd have to show up for his first week of work, tasked with keeping well paying tourists and locals enraptured with tales of gruesome murders and bloody feuds. He wasn't exactly sure what a mob tour was exactly, but when given a script to learn he was happy to oblige, studying like any professional actor should, and acing every damn performance he showed up to.

The 'uniform' was a little unusual by his expectations, but most would easily recognise the mob reference in getting their tour guides to wear 1920's inspired pinstripe suits. Not quite his familiar peacock standard of wear, but with the added blood red pocket square and two tone shoes, he at least felt dapper enough to ooze the usual confidence.

He also now blended in far better with some of the more choice bars around town, slipping into the high end cocktail bars at the end of work to rub shoulders with some of the rich and powerful. Jaskier was at least tolerated in some of the circles for now, innocent as he was in cheerfully chatting to anyone who'd listen. ]


You know, I think I could get used to a world such as this.

[ Decided dreamily as he cradled a strong whiskey sour, sucking at the peel of his orange slice. ] I feel truly pampered. Like a Lord amongst his devoted serfs.

iv; wildcard!

[ Make up something new! Give me a poke if there's any starters you fancy. ]
usaf: (oh I'm just a girl what's my destiny?)

[personal profile] usaf 2020-01-13 10:03 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Carol laughs. God, does she have to explain what airplanes are, too, now? ]

That's a simplified version. The army fights on land, for the most part. The Navy and Marines at sea, the Coast Guard protects our borders by sea, and the Air Force fights from the sky. We're pilots.
usaf: (why it feels so good)

[personal profile] usaf 2020-01-18 07:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Carol smiles at his vague gesture, finding it endearing. ]

Yeah. I pilot planes. F-22 Raptors, mostly. But... I'm guessing that doesn't mean much to you.
usaf: (when the news is bad)

[personal profile] usaf 2020-01-25 06:54 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah... I'm getting that idea. [ Carol chuckles lightly. ] I thought I had a hard time adjusting, and I'm just from two and a half decades in the past. I at least know what planes are.

[ She does feel for the people who are brought here from worlds so entirely foreign to Earth. Primitive civilizations. Back when she was in Starforce she would have had a no-contact order with worlds like that. Get in, find the Skrull, get out. Don't disturb the native.

She shakes her head. Best not to dwell on that period of her life. ]


Say, you want me to buy you a drink? I could try to help catch you up on some of the more useful modern inventions.
usaf: (I'm only happy)

[personal profile] usaf 2020-01-27 12:51 am (UTC)(link)
[ Carol shoves her hands in the pockets of her bomber jacket, waiting for him to finish packing up. ]

You're a long way from 1262, same world or not.

[ Once he's ready to start walking, she holds out a hand for a shake. Presuming handshakes are a thing people do in 1262. ]

Carol.
usaf: (oh I'm just a girl lucky me)

[personal profile] usaf 2020-02-01 10:26 am (UTC)(link)
Sure, we can get a drink. There's a sports bar about a block from here. Not sure what their wine selection is like, but they'll have something you can drink for sure.

[ She starts to lead the way to Rookie's Bar & Grill, where she's become something of a regular. She's not a huge sports fan, but the food's good, the beer's cheap, and she can make a few bucks challenging locals to a darts game. ]
usaf: (no one sings like you anymore)

[personal profile] usaf 2020-02-01 09:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, there'll be plenty of merry-making. [ She puts on a wicked grin and slaps Jaskier on the back (gently, not with any real force behind it... She knows she could flatten him if she tried). ]

A sports bar is a place where they serve drinks and food, and they play games on big TVs for everyone to watch. Football, basketball, hockey, that sort of thing.
usaf: (take your time)

[personal profile] usaf 2020-02-04 09:47 am (UTC)(link)
Every week. Few nights a week. The superbowl is coming up next month, so people are particularly interested in football right about now.

[ Not that Carol has any stake in the games. Her favorite teams aren't in this universe.

They make their way to Rookie's easily enough, and Carol holds the door open for Jaskier before entering herself. It's loud, as predicted, and dimly lit, with most of the light coming from the large flatscreen displays showing various sports games. Carol waves at a waitress as they enter; obviously she comes here with some regularity. ]


So... Table or bar?
usaf: (oh I'm just a girl my apologies)

[personal profile] usaf 2020-02-22 12:04 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Carol follows him to the bar, shrugging out of her bomber jacket and draping it over the back of her barstool before sliding onto it. ]

The superbowl is the final game of the football season. The two teams who have the best records throughout the year get to face each other in the biggest game of the year. It's pretty much the most-watched thing on TV every year. Companies pay millions of dollars to get their ads shown during the commercial breaks, and there's always some rock star performing at half time.
Edited (forgot who I was tagging as) 2020-02-22 12:04 (UTC)