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maskormenacelogs2016-11-01 02:47 pm
dirtyredneck) wrote in maskormenacelogs2016-11-01 02:47 pm
I don't wanna be the center of anything [Open]
WHO: Daryl Dixon, Mako Mori + Open
WHERE: Porter Cities & The House
WHEN: All November
WHAT: Catch-All!
WARNINGS: ReferencesZombies Walkers, Kaiju, Abuse, General Violence and Gore are likely in a few threads.
Convention Circuit - A porter city near you
Having finally said goodbye to his Government assigned job, Daryl now had the free time to pursue projects he wanted to. For the most part. He was, however, still a contracted spokesman for Bow-Man Hunting and Hunting Season was well underway. With it came a convention circuit.
Daryl hadn't given much thought to the clause in his contract that had to do with personal appearances. He figured that he might have to make two, maybe three in a year because how many conventions could there be? 70. There were 70 conventions that Bow-Man Hunting had booths at. Every. Year. 26 for just the hunting and fishing industry. Not the general populace and 'enthusiasts', just the industry. The other 44 were the 'fan' conventions for the rest. The people that liked to go out like Daryl used to, for a weekend or a week in the woods. Or who wanted to prepare for a disaster, called themselves 'preppers'. Or for the rich asshole 'survival enthusiasts' who treated it all like a game. Gun shows, even, since families were often dragged along and left to 'ooh' and 'ahh' at whatever was in the dealer's hall and they could make a quick buck selling older models there along with their knife lines.
The only good part about the personal appearance clause was that he wasn't required to be at any shows (barring health or other negotiated absences) that weren't at the Porter Cities. The bad part was that he was required to be there for conventions in the Porter Cities. Which was why he could easily be found (looking very uncomfortable and grumpy, with shoulders hunched and arms crossed) by his adoring fans (Dear Lord how the hell did shooting one guy in the ass and posing for a couple pictures get him this much attention?) as well as people who actually wanted to talk shop.
Please, please, please, for the love of whatever you find holy or sacred or just downright okay, give him a 'business' reason to walk away from those fans crowding the side of the booth, taking pictures, and generally harassing him with a barrage of half-shouted questions and attempts to get his attention.
Enchilada Night - The House - November 3rd (open party for The Group, tag around/threadjack as you like)
Official purchase date had been October 23rd. Keys were handed out starting on the 25th. Official move-in date hadn't really been decided, as Daryl was still figuring out if he wanted to live on the property 'full time' or stick to the De Chima place. Mako's increased presence in day to day activity was pulling him closer and closer to Nonah as they'd have an easier time working their own personal touches into a new place than one of them taking up space somewhere the other had already established. Plus the De Chima house didn't really have space for the ravens Daryl was only a week or so away from formally adopting. The House did. And more they could add on to, as well.
Hell, he had already decided to move and just hadn't emotionally accepted it yet. He liked his housemates. Clark was quiet, but friendly enough. Betty always showed an interest in him and he was going to worry about her like crazy with Bruce still gone and her not knowing what to do with herself. And Catherine? He'd made her one of his almost as soon as he'd met her. They were kindred spirits from worlds where life as it was known in this one had ended.
Daryl wasn't really able to do a 'clean cut', but he could try to make the move-in more concrete. No better way to do that than with food. And free food, to boot. His last day on the job at the Cantina he'd been assigned to became something of a welcome-home move-in party. The restaurant was sad to see him go, but the employees had liked him well enough to fudge a few numbers on the books with 'remakes' and 'expired product' to send him packing with a good two dozen fresh enchiladas, a pile of tamales, and a few elotes.
Made for a great mini-feast with the family that none of them had to do the work for.
Wildcard/OOC
Daryl will largely be around Nonah and De Chima during November. Heropa will become less of a haunt the further into the month we get. If you've got an idea for a thread, you can post it or PM me to work it out beforehand so we're on the same page. And if you'd like a specific prompt, PM me and I'll set it up in the comments.
Also, feel free to tag in whatever style is most comfortable for you, I have no problem matching!
WHERE: Porter Cities & The House
WHEN: All November
WHAT: Catch-All!
WARNINGS: References
Convention Circuit - A porter city near you
Having finally said goodbye to his Government assigned job, Daryl now had the free time to pursue projects he wanted to. For the most part. He was, however, still a contracted spokesman for Bow-Man Hunting and Hunting Season was well underway. With it came a convention circuit.
Daryl hadn't given much thought to the clause in his contract that had to do with personal appearances. He figured that he might have to make two, maybe three in a year because how many conventions could there be? 70. There were 70 conventions that Bow-Man Hunting had booths at. Every. Year. 26 for just the hunting and fishing industry. Not the general populace and 'enthusiasts', just the industry. The other 44 were the 'fan' conventions for the rest. The people that liked to go out like Daryl used to, for a weekend or a week in the woods. Or who wanted to prepare for a disaster, called themselves 'preppers'. Or for the rich asshole 'survival enthusiasts' who treated it all like a game. Gun shows, even, since families were often dragged along and left to 'ooh' and 'ahh' at whatever was in the dealer's hall and they could make a quick buck selling older models there along with their knife lines.
The only good part about the personal appearance clause was that he wasn't required to be at any shows (barring health or other negotiated absences) that weren't at the Porter Cities. The bad part was that he was required to be there for conventions in the Porter Cities. Which was why he could easily be found (looking very uncomfortable and grumpy, with shoulders hunched and arms crossed) by his adoring fans (Dear Lord how the hell did shooting one guy in the ass and posing for a couple pictures get him this much attention?) as well as people who actually wanted to talk shop.
Please, please, please, for the love of whatever you find holy or sacred or just downright okay, give him a 'business' reason to walk away from those fans crowding the side of the booth, taking pictures, and generally harassing him with a barrage of half-shouted questions and attempts to get his attention.
Enchilada Night - The House - November 3rd (open party for The Group, tag around/threadjack as you like)
Official purchase date had been October 23rd. Keys were handed out starting on the 25th. Official move-in date hadn't really been decided, as Daryl was still figuring out if he wanted to live on the property 'full time' or stick to the De Chima place. Mako's increased presence in day to day activity was pulling him closer and closer to Nonah as they'd have an easier time working their own personal touches into a new place than one of them taking up space somewhere the other had already established. Plus the De Chima house didn't really have space for the ravens Daryl was only a week or so away from formally adopting. The House did. And more they could add on to, as well.
Hell, he had already decided to move and just hadn't emotionally accepted it yet. He liked his housemates. Clark was quiet, but friendly enough. Betty always showed an interest in him and he was going to worry about her like crazy with Bruce still gone and her not knowing what to do with herself. And Catherine? He'd made her one of his almost as soon as he'd met her. They were kindred spirits from worlds where life as it was known in this one had ended.
Daryl wasn't really able to do a 'clean cut', but he could try to make the move-in more concrete. No better way to do that than with food. And free food, to boot. His last day on the job at the Cantina he'd been assigned to became something of a welcome-home move-in party. The restaurant was sad to see him go, but the employees had liked him well enough to fudge a few numbers on the books with 'remakes' and 'expired product' to send him packing with a good two dozen fresh enchiladas, a pile of tamales, and a few elotes.
Made for a great mini-feast with the family that none of them had to do the work for.
Wildcard/OOC
Daryl will largely be around Nonah and De Chima during November. Heropa will become less of a haunt the further into the month we get. If you've got an idea for a thread, you can post it or PM me to work it out beforehand so we're on the same page. And if you'd like a specific prompt, PM me and I'll set it up in the comments.
Also, feel free to tag in whatever style is most comfortable for you, I have no problem matching!
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Thats what its there for. You wanna take the stairs or the elevator?
[ The latter, of course, being the bullshit magic that lets her pop out of the ground perfectly unsoiled. (so to speak.) ]
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[Daryl glanced around, looking for it, not having picked up on the nuance of what it actually was.]
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[ She snaps her fingers, and two thing happen. One is that the ground beneath his feet crumbles like he was standing on the thin crust of a sink hole. Before he has any chance to react to this, a swarm of green glowey vines speout up to haul him down. Theyre not exactly gentle but they won't bruise, so there is that.
A moment later hes being deposited in a huge cavern carved out of the earth. It is lit by the dim glow of her vines and the pink flowers that adorn them. ]
Good choice, I think I kinda went too far with the descent. Those stairs are fucking long.
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Despite that, though, their drop into the cavern and her commentary about the stairs confirmed what he'd suspected about her powers. Namely that she could create tunnels and caves out of the earth. How she did it wasn't really as important as the fact that she could.
Daryl recovered his composure quickly enough that by the time the plants were leaving him alone and on the floor, he was good to get back to talking.]
Could use some fucking long stairs, myself.
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But . . . that's not what she was expecting him to say. ]
You could what?
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[He repeated, eyebrows stretching upwards in a somewhat pointed stare so she knew he wasn't just fucking with her to fuck with her. Then he waved his hand at the chamber at large and looked around.]
Something like this, too. But without the...'elevators'. More rooms. And a shit load of tunnels.
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You want an Underground.
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Want a place I can reinforce the walls in. House people if needed. Flood out pests if I gotta.
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Yeah, I could make something like that.
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[Because being able to create what she wanted was one thing, being able to create what he wanted, down to the exact angle on the stairs, was another altogether.]</small?
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How good are you at drawing up plans?
bah. I borked that html.
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I don't have any fucking idea how to do plumbing or power. Just excavation and reinforcement.
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Yeah. I could do that.
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[ The problem was that the work would take time, and what time she had left should be considered a precious commodity. But then, there were other things here, that were precious to her. ]
I want a second set of plans- one for my Hades.
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You mean you want me to draw some up for you?
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However, in reply she just gives her super helpful catch phrase: ]
Uh huh.
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Okay.
[Mako would be doing most of the drawing up, but it was a more than fair exchange.]
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[ She nods again, slowly. Then she pulls out her wallet and produces a hundred for him ]
How's that for the bones?
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Gonna have to tell me what you want the plans to include. How far down they need to be, buildings, rooms, whatever you're wanting 'em to be shaped like. Can get me a list when I bring mine to you.