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WHO: Calendar Man & OPEN !
WHERE: Around Nonah, and a thing for Nonah #001 too!
WHEN: Late January to mid-February?
WHAT: Catch-all!
WARNINGS: Will edit if necessary, but none right now. Beyond calendar-themed arkham rogue.

Nonah, General

Money was of course always something Julian needed. There was cost involved in being Calendar Man. And the government was so generous to assign him work. Julian was not one for a day job, but in a new world with no funds funds, he needed to get some capital before he could commit some crimes. His employers were wary of him, due to the creepy nature of his work and his Unsettled status. But being recently kidnapped gave him some sympathy, and the fact that he was always on time, on schedule, and diligent helped. For now it worked.

The Linda Francis Design office had a shop selling their stock, and Calendar Man could be found there on break, going through other examples of the work he's doing: Seasonal themed Colouring Books and Stickers. If you need stationary or stickers, you might suddenly find yourself face to face with a creepy man who points to one particular colouring book and says, "I'd recommend that one."

At other times, Julian can be found anywhere that sells calendars, going through the stock. Or in electronics and hardware stores, buying supplies that look vaguely suspicious.

The celebrity status of imports have also meant the locals, recognizing his tattoos, sometimes surround him and ask him questions about what they should do for upcoming holidays, as if he was some sort of holiday guru. He looks frustrated and annoyed, perhaps you should rescue him.

Nonah #001

At home, Julian is quiet and often in his room. Sometimes, however, his door is open. He can be seen going over his notes, his floor littered with them. There are calendars all over the walls (including the Booster Gold Mancalendar). For some reason, there are several specific dates written large, such as February 13th and May 6th. The signs ♋ and ♍ can be seen, prominently displayed. If you look in his doorway, he'll look up impatiently and go, "Yes?"

Sometimes he can be found in the kitchen, supplying it with seasonal foods. In February, he consistantly brings in heart shaped boxes of candy and chocolate, in anticipation for Valentine's. He may even offer you some, though he'll warn you, "Not until the 14th."

(OOC: Action or prose are both fine. Please note the date you want the thread to take place on if you tag! And feel free to hit me up if you want a starter and/or Julian in a different city. Also, if you want him to use his Date Detection, give me a date!)

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Did someone say 'calendars'? Because the Doctor's also buying calendars. He's got a calendar for events he's going to in this world and needs a calendar for events that he knows are going to happen back in his world. The Heropa universe calendar compared to the Doctor universe calendar. So, as he's debating between one with planets and one with motorcycles, he looks up...and spots Calendar Man out of the corner of his eye.

"Calendar Man!" said with a wide grin on his face, as the Doctor walks over. "Fancy meeting you here!" Pause. "Well, I should have expected to meet you here, but at the same time I didn't expect to meet you here! How've you been?" He's still trying to figure out what the best way to say 'did you get kidnapped' is.

"Doctor." He smiles a little, before the question of how he's been makes the expression slide off his face a little. Which is a pretty big indicator for 'yes, he was kidnapped'. "Better than last month, so far."

He would have known if the Doctor had been kidnapped, since he was there in that room and didn't spot him in all that time. So he doesn't ask.

"I am, however, looking forward to what February brings. And yourself?"

Edited 2016-02-07 18:14 (UTC)

Better than last month is totally enough for the Doctor to realize 'ah yes, he's been kidnapped.' Still, at least all of this hostage nonsense is done. And really, aren't they all looking forward to February? No more hostage whatever.

"I suppose I am as well! No hostages, no worries, just calm days and eventual half-off chocolate." Of course, he wouldn't want too calm. Mostly calm days.

Calm days. Julian doesn't want them to be too calm either, if he has anything to do with it. That being said, he'd rather be the one doing the disturbing than the Russians. "Yes, let's hope for no more troubles from the Soviets."

At the mention of chocolate, though, he smiles. "I won't be partaking in the sales, I'm afraid. Valentine's chocolate has to be eaten the day of."

The Doctor just looks so confused at that. The day of, okay you've got to eat some chocolate then, but what about other times? Sale chocolate is the best chocolate! Besides, as someone who could theoretically spend a week in Valentine's Day, the importance of doing things solely on the date's a little bit lost in the face of sheer practicality.

"But it's normally half off!"

"But not when it matters." Julian will not budge on this issue. "Valentine's Day chocolate is meant for Valentine's. That is when you eat it."

Not before, not after. He's insistent!

"But it's half off! And after all, chocolate's just chocolate. You can eat it whenever!" The Doctor can't help but frown, in a worried sort of annoyed way.

"It's not just chocolate." Julian sounds almost offended by the suggestion. "It's Valentine's chocolate. If it were ordinary chocolate there wouldn't be an issue."

He sniffs disdainfully. "You may have it, if you want. But I won't."

"In that case, I'll buy some Valentine's chocolate and not tell you that it's Valentine's day chocolate when I offer it to you." Said as if the Doctor's somehow come up with a cunning plan, despite the fact that by telling Julian his cunning plan, he's therefore ruined the cunning plan all together.

"Still, it only makes sense. Calendar Man, a bit testy about the calendar. Brand recognition and all that."

"I do have a theme to maintain." His voice couldn't be drier. "I'll be sure not take chocolate from you, then."

But he's less riled now. He figures the Doctor's just teasing him, and Julian's used to that sort of thing.

"You'll be sure not to take certain chocolates. Hershey bars and Freddos are consistent no matter what time of the year it is, you'll just have to be on the look-out for when I slip you something heart-shaped."

The Doctor is just straight up teasing him, as shown by the tiny little grin on his face. Good, Calendar Man can take a bit of a joke.

"After a few months, the chocolate bloom will be enough to tell." He just has to hold out until then, clearly.

Edited (IT TURNS OUT THE WHITE STUFF ON CHOCOLATE HAS A NAME) 2016-02-16 03:12 (UTC)

"But it'll go stale after a few months." And really, isn't that the most important part?

"Then you'll have to eat the chocolate yourself." But there is an odd tone to his voice. He felt something. He felt the date. The Doctor's date. Interesting. He needs to steer the conversation away from chocolate, find a segue.

He glances at the calendars on the racks of the store they're in. "But we've gotten sidetracked. You were buying a calendar?"

"I'm buying multiple, actually. One to keep track of present events, one to keep track of events that I know would happen in my world back home. Consider it an exercise in compare and contrast."

While the Doctor desperately, desperately tries to find some sort of divergent point, some aspect that took this Earth away from the Earth he knew and tolerated.

Oh, now he's torn. That actually sounds very interesting. He wants to know about the date, but he also wants to ask more about this, it'd be something that he would do. (This is why he likes the Doctor.)

"That does make sense. The timelines must be very different." Julian knows this Earth's is already divergent from his own, from the lack of certain cities, superheroes, and the Cold War still going on. "For a time traveler, the you must have a good awareness of how events are supposed to proceed. You're using calendars to help you visualize?"

"Got it in one," said with a little nod. And this right here, this is why he likes Julian. Someone with a proper appreciation of time, who he can talk about things like differences in the timeline with. People like that are few and far between so having Julian here, talking with him like this? It's reassuring.

"To help me visualize as well as to keep me from forgetting. There's a lot bouncing around here, it's entirely possible that I'll miss a major event or two."

With nothing going on today, Fly had decided to stay home. For awhile he'd kept to himself, doing some homework and a little private training to hone his abilities, but he knew Julian was around. Earlier he had heard someone walking, and it was hard to mistake his footsteps for anyone else who lived here. After all, the guy was HUGE.

Stepping outside of his room, he noticed that Julian's door was open and the lights were on. Yep, he was here. Wonder if he'd be up to hanging out! He barely saw the guy outside of that one conversation they had so maybe this was his chance to get to know him a little more! Walking over and peering inside, the first thing he noticed was that it was a total mess. Paper and calendars everywhere. Boy, he really did deserve the title "Calendar Man", didn't he? He squinted at the walls and noticed some of the strange markings. Hm? Wonder what all that means...

His thoughts were then interrupted by his roomie's deep voice. Fly jumped and looked at Julian, realizing the bald man was already looking right at him. An embarrassed smile soon followed and he took a step inside, trying to step on any exposed flooring.

"Hey Julie! Just coming to see what you were up to," he crossed his arms, trying to remember why he came in here... -- Oh yeah! "Listen, we haven't gotten much of a chance to do anything since you got here, so I was wondering if you wanted to hang out or something."

[Felix frowns as he takes the offered chocolate, distracted from his dripping paintbrush for the moment.]

Why? Aren't you just going to bring even more back anyway?

[ He considers the question a moment. ] There is a time and a place for these things. These are Valentine's chocolates, so they must be eaten on Valentine's.

Is this your way of asking me to be your Valentine? That's sweet.

I don't need a Valentine, thank you.

Suit yourself . Either way, I hope don't seriously expect these to last.

I live in hope. But I'll make sure this house has some the day of, one way or another. [ Only Julian Day could sound so intense about corner-store chocolate. ]

Please. Have you seen how many inevitably go to discount come the 15th?

The 15th will be too late, though.

It's one of those times in one of those places selling calendars that Will Graham happens to spot him. Will's toting three calendars himself. The cover declares the theme to be simple: Dogs In Love. Except it's a bit more than just that. Famous kisses from history (the sailor and the nurse, for example) as well as classic movies have all been recreated with dogs. Some liberties had been taken. Rhett Butler and Scarlett O'Hara were both classy English Springer Spaniels, save for the fact Rhett Butler as a dog, despite already having facial hair, was sporting a tacky fake mustache anyway. There is no reason for twelve of these images to exist. But they do. And Will Graham intends to buy not one, not two, but three copies of this glorious art in the hopes that there will be a new version out for 2017 greater and more horrible than this one.

So without a lick of shame about what he has obviously gotten under one arm, without moving to try covering them up, he slides over to Calendar Man with the right amount of ease and space given. Nothing too personal, too invasive, too friendly, but nothing hesitant or distant, either. That balanced middle ground many people would likely want from a man sporting dad plaid and three calendars of dogs in love.

"See anything good?"

Besides the Dogs in Love calendars, obviously. Because those are this place's finest art.

Julian is deep in contemplation and considering buying each and every twee, stylized zodiac calendar, but torn because they're missing Sagittarius (why is he perpetually missing Sagittarius?). There's five copies of Taurus. It's downright unacceptable.

He starts at Will's words and looks around. Ah, April's husband. "Perhaps."

Julian sees the multiple Dogs in Love calendar that Will Graham has and raises an eyebrow. "Buying presents, or one for every room?"

He has literally zero room to judge, though, and doesn't. In fact, he seems to approve.

There are so many tragedies and wrongs in the world that go unnoticed. Thank God Calendar Man has come around to pay attention to the lack of Sagittarius. Who else would? Who else could take on that troubling mantle?

Will looks down at those calendars, flashing them outwards for a moment (meaning Julian gets a nice show of a Lady and the Tramp version of that big scene in Titanic for a few seconds), a little smile on his face. Approval? He can't help but be tickled by it.

"Thinkin' one for the kitchen, one for the shop, and...one for the attic, probably. Haven't figured out a place for the third yet. Just thought they were too good to pass up." What he's secretly saying is he's single-handedly wiping out their stock of Dogs in Love. Truly a menace. "Guess that counts as a present for myself. Little bit of both."

Julian is the true (calendar) hero of their time. Much as Will Graham was the hero to dogs everywhere.

"You can never have too many calendars, it's true." He is completely sincere. He literally does not understand the concept of 'too many calendars'. He doesn't even seem phased by the idea that the attic needs one. He'd have calendars in his attic.

"There's nothing wrong with a treat for yourself."

It's always with the slightly nutty ones ("slightly") that he finds a sort of acceptance he can't get elsewhere. Rather than be alarmed by this display of not understanding certain concepts (Will can relate there; he has no idea that "too many dogs" is really something that applies to him), Will smiles like he agrees with the assessment.

"Too many people rely on their phones and computers these days. What happens during a power outage? Or if the thing isn't charged? Having a calendar nearby is never a bad idea. A treat for your future self." One in every room isn't too much, it's just being prepared. And can be festive or decorative, doesn't have to be obsessive. "What about you? Find anything good?"

He glances over to the selection Julian was perusing. He might get some insight on the guy.

"Yes, precisely." This strange dog-liking man actually seems to get him. He smiles. "You must always have a calendar on hand."

"I thought I might have," he gestures to the zodiac calendars, "But there's one missing in the set. I would prefer all of them."

Which means that Will can't feel bad about having three calendars. Julian is upset that he can't buy twelve.

Ah. A conundrum.

Fortunately, Will's had a business ever since he arrived in Heropa. He hasn't branched out or always had amazing profits, but he's done well enough for himself. For long stretches of time, that doing well relied on others instead of him, but he realized that. One thing the shop had taught him, though, was that any problems with what was currently in the store not being the desired purchase meant he had to answer for it. And if he could, accommodate, order things. Which is exactly what he's thinking as he spots the problem, and comes to a decision promptly because, well. He know what people do at the bait shop. What he's long since come to actually appreciate them doing, unless their approach is rude.

"Makes sense, wanting the whole set. Why don't we ask an employee if you can put in an order for Sagittarius so you can get the whole set?"

Then Julian no longer has to feel upset and he can have his twelve themed calendars on hand. Problem solving at its finest!

Julian blinks for a moment. Truthfully, the idea of asking them to order it in didn't even occur to him. Usually he casually stole them. He had been a magician once; he knew his slight of hand. Or sometimes he outright robbed calendar stores. Asking someone who worked there would mean he'd have to pay for them.

But it would solve his problem. And the government had been so kind to give him a job, he had a bit of extra cash for the first time in years.

"A good idea. I should've thought of it."

Well, Will thinks, he is from Gotham, isn't he? Or somewhere close by, because yeah, yeah, Will Graham reads the Network like it's the only magazine in a waiting room he's not leaving any time soon. Don't nobody from Gotham (or close by) seem to have their marbles all in the right bag. Or any bag. The marbles are possibly in a cereal bowl in the bath tub. Which just makes him think he should perhaps consider giving good ol' Doctor Crane a ring, so really, Calendar Man is in good company if he's one of those sorts who has his marbles in a cereal bowl in the bath tub because Will? Sometimes keeps his there as well.

"Honestly, it's because I've got a business here I even suggested it," he says, moving slowly towards the nearest set up with an employee behind it. "Don't like talking to people more than I have to. Not too fond of...social scenes."

To say that Julian was a social person at all would be doing the term a grave disservice. He spent most of his time in his room, with his calendars, lost in a world of dates and times, events and schemes, gadgets and costumes. And he's spent more time in Arkham since he became Calendar man than he'd spent out. Even before then, he wasn't exactly the sort to make idle conversation. Nor the sort people felt comfortable making idle conversation with.

Honestly, becoming an import was probably the best thing to ever happen to his social life.

He was vaguely aware of this, when he managed to get his thoughts in order. Pry himself away from the date and into the present. "No, I cannot say I am either."

He follows Will, watching him curiously. "You have a business?"

Becoming an import was the best thing to happen to Will's life period. He'd never have met April otherwise, and while he did love his wife back home, well. He was dead. Where else would he be gifted with an afterlife, much less one that included abilities beyond the human realm and that social life so often ripped away in religious texts?

"I do." Nonchalant, shoving his hands in his pockets. This brings the calendars right up next to his side, which may be obscene to someone who goes by Calendar Man, but he's not even thinking of that. Just casually rubs calendar goodness all over him, mm, dogs in love. "Hook, Line, and Tinker. It's a bait shop in Heropa. Nothing fancy. Some days we don't break even. But it's opened a lot of doors to the fishing community I'd have trouble getting into otherwise, and it's still standing."

Which is a miracle, considering the amount of crazy shit that happens. It's the first time Will thinks of the cheesy fishing calendars he has easy access to thanks to the shop, and wonders if sending Julian a box of them would be appreciated.

Oh, hell. It's that time of the year. Might as well.

Julian notices the movement about the calendars, but he would be a massive hypocrite to judge Will for it. He might be irrationally jealous, however. He's constantly torn between wanting to spread the Good Word about the calendar and wanting all of it to be his, forever.

"Fish shop. It sounds quaint." Will Graham seems so very much the civilian (little did Julian know). It's odd, in a way. Julian doesn't have very much experience with people like that. And yet, Will Graham didn't appear to be bothered by Julian at all.

"Did you have one in your own world?"

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