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maskormenacelogs2017-02-04 03:35 pm
bindsthedead) wrote in maskormenacelogs2017-02-04 03:35 pm
So life goes on
WHO: Sabriel
WHERE: De Chima and everywhere else!
WHEN: Throughout February
WHAT: Sabriel lives her life and meets some people
WARNINGS: None yet!
Raskin Bobbins, De Chima
[Even wearing the shop's uniform, Sabriel looks slightly out of place as she scoops ice cream. She didn't need to take the job- not for the money at least, but while her work with RISE was what she wanted to do, it felt... not entirely right to just ignore what she'd been assigned.
So once a week, she ties on an apron and works in the shop. Her manager's intimidated by her, but she's managed to be conversational with some of her coworkers.
At least things aren't too busy. Winter really isn't the time for ice cream. Which is probably a good thing- it means a line isn't forming behind the man who's more interested in pestering Sabriel for an autograph than ordering ice cream, and while Sabriel's wearing a pleasant smile, she can feel her patience running out.]
Sir. That's enough- place an order, or leave.
[Sabriel's about to snap at the man when someone else enters the store, and she forces a polite smile back onto her face, pointedly ignoring the man in front of her.]
Welcome to Raskin-Bobbins!
De Chima Residence 007
[After the shock of the blackout, Sabriel's taking steps to be prepared next time. Some of it's fairly normal- carefully stored canned and preserved foods being brought into the basement, along with stacks of firewood. Then there's the first aid kits, and the backpacks filled with emergency supplies in the closet closest to the door.
Sabriel's been an imPort long enough to see such preparations as sensible, rather than paranoid. She doesn't know when something else will happen, or what it will be, but another incident is practically guaranteed. So she's hauling more boxes into the basement from her car as she turns to her housemates.]
There's just one one more box. Would you mind going and getting it for me?
De Chima, training
[There's a clearing in the woods that Sabriel likes to visit. The air is clear and crisp, the leaves crumpled and trampled by several weeks of sword practice, and several scorched and splintered trees show the results of practicing the more destructive aspects of Charter magic.
At the moment, Sabriel's surrounded by Charter marks that cast strange shadows on the trees. She's linking them together in intricate chains, then letting them unravel and fade back into the Charter- it's more of an exercise in meditation than a practice of spellcasting. Her sword and a backpack rest on a nearby tree trunk, but Sabriel is too immersed in the Charter to pay much attention to her surroundings.]
closed tojacksonian
[Sabriel's picked out one of the nicer restaurants in Maurtia Falls for this. She's wearing a suit rather than a dress, but this isn't a date- simply a thank you. She's fussing with her shirt cuffs as she waits outside for him, but doesn't seem particularly impatient.]
closed tohypnotherapy
[Magicman gets a hug as soon as he walks through the door. Sabriel's not always the most expressive person, but he's one of the people she's known here the longest.]
It's good to see you! [She's genuinely smiling as she leads him into the kitchen- it's clean and tidy, since neither Sabriel or Ulvida are prone to being slovenly.]
Do you want to get started? I should probably learn more recipes, since I'm not just cooking for one person anymore.
closed togrimreaping
[The restaurant Sabriel's picked for lunch isn't particularly fancy, but it's cozy. She's wearing a dark grey sweater, already seated at a table for two and reading a book while she waits- not impatiently, but eagerly. She's made friends here, but Kid is one of the few who truly understands her role and responsibilities as Abhorsen, and her connection to Death.
Which makes him the best person to discuss the supernatural implications of recent happenings. At least, that's what Sabriel tells herself.]
closed toclassification
[De Chima 007 looks like relatively normal imPort housing. Neither Sabriel or her housemates aren't prone to being slobs, so the closest thing to 'strange' Locus might notice is that on close inspection, the occasional faint symbol drifts over the surface of the door and exterior wall before vanishing.
Locus will probably recognize Sabriel as soon as she opens the door, but she regards him with a look of polite incomprehension. She was expecting Felix to pick up Leon, and has never met Locus with his mask off.]
Can I help you? [He doesn't look like a solicitor. Perhaps he's from the government?]
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WHERE: De Chima and everywhere else!
WHEN: Throughout February
WHAT: Sabriel lives her life and meets some people
WARNINGS: None yet!
Raskin Bobbins, De Chima
[Even wearing the shop's uniform, Sabriel looks slightly out of place as she scoops ice cream. She didn't need to take the job- not for the money at least, but while her work with RISE was what she wanted to do, it felt... not entirely right to just ignore what she'd been assigned.
So once a week, she ties on an apron and works in the shop. Her manager's intimidated by her, but she's managed to be conversational with some of her coworkers.
At least things aren't too busy. Winter really isn't the time for ice cream. Which is probably a good thing- it means a line isn't forming behind the man who's more interested in pestering Sabriel for an autograph than ordering ice cream, and while Sabriel's wearing a pleasant smile, she can feel her patience running out.]
Sir. That's enough- place an order, or leave.
[Sabriel's about to snap at the man when someone else enters the store, and she forces a polite smile back onto her face, pointedly ignoring the man in front of her.]
Welcome to Raskin-Bobbins!
De Chima Residence 007
[After the shock of the blackout, Sabriel's taking steps to be prepared next time. Some of it's fairly normal- carefully stored canned and preserved foods being brought into the basement, along with stacks of firewood. Then there's the first aid kits, and the backpacks filled with emergency supplies in the closet closest to the door.
Sabriel's been an imPort long enough to see such preparations as sensible, rather than paranoid. She doesn't know when something else will happen, or what it will be, but another incident is practically guaranteed. So she's hauling more boxes into the basement from her car as she turns to her housemates.]
There's just one one more box. Would you mind going and getting it for me?
De Chima, training
[There's a clearing in the woods that Sabriel likes to visit. The air is clear and crisp, the leaves crumpled and trampled by several weeks of sword practice, and several scorched and splintered trees show the results of practicing the more destructive aspects of Charter magic.
At the moment, Sabriel's surrounded by Charter marks that cast strange shadows on the trees. She's linking them together in intricate chains, then letting them unravel and fade back into the Charter- it's more of an exercise in meditation than a practice of spellcasting. Her sword and a backpack rest on a nearby tree trunk, but Sabriel is too immersed in the Charter to pay much attention to her surroundings.]
closed to
jacksonian[Sabriel's picked out one of the nicer restaurants in Maurtia Falls for this. She's wearing a suit rather than a dress, but this isn't a date- simply a thank you. She's fussing with her shirt cuffs as she waits outside for him, but doesn't seem particularly impatient.]
closed to
hypnotherapy[Magicman gets a hug as soon as he walks through the door. Sabriel's not always the most expressive person, but he's one of the people she's known here the longest.]
It's good to see you! [She's genuinely smiling as she leads him into the kitchen- it's clean and tidy, since neither Sabriel or Ulvida are prone to being slovenly.]
Do you want to get started? I should probably learn more recipes, since I'm not just cooking for one person anymore.
closed to
grimreaping[The restaurant Sabriel's picked for lunch isn't particularly fancy, but it's cozy. She's wearing a dark grey sweater, already seated at a table for two and reading a book while she waits- not impatiently, but eagerly. She's made friends here, but Kid is one of the few who truly understands her role and responsibilities as Abhorsen, and her connection to Death.
Which makes him the best person to discuss the supernatural implications of recent happenings. At least, that's what Sabriel tells herself.]
closed to
classification[De Chima 007 looks like relatively normal imPort housing. Neither Sabriel or her housemates aren't prone to being slobs, so the closest thing to 'strange' Locus might notice is that on close inspection, the occasional faint symbol drifts over the surface of the door and exterior wall before vanishing.
Locus will probably recognize Sabriel as soon as she opens the door, but she regards him with a look of polite incomprehension. She was expecting Felix to pick up Leon, and has never met Locus with his mask off.]
Can I help you? [He doesn't look like a solicitor. Perhaps he's from the government?]
Wildcard
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no subject
Still, bluntness is something she can deal with after working with Armstrong for so long, even if she notices that moment when he looks awkward. She's about to turn on her heel to go track down Leon when he asks. Then she stops, looking at him more closely.]
Oh, he's my student. I'm teaching him Charter magic. [From her tone, she apparently considers this about as remarkable as teaching him how to play an instrument.] He's just starting out, but after the shortage of nurses during the blackout, I thought it would be best to teach people how to heal.
no subject
When Felix was being vague about what he was doing with Sabriel, Locus didn't really spend too much time thinking on it. Felix needs hobbies so Locus can be left alone with his for a while in peace and quiet. But this? This isn't something he would have even guessed at it being.
And that probably shows because he can't catch his surprise quick enough to mask it. HIs eyebrows raise high and he opens his mouth to say something but thinks better of it and closes it again, his lips tightening in the corners. Felix. Who didn't want to believe magic was even real. Is now taking lessons from a young woman.
Locus has heard a lot of crazy shit in his life, but this is pretty much top tier crazy. ]
What?
no subject
When she speaks, her tone is the same one she used as a prefect to explain things to underclassmen.]
I did offer fairly publicly over the network. Charter Magic is... not uncommon in my world, and doesn't require any inborn power to learn. And I'm being careful- I'm making sure he's not going to hurt himself in the process.
no subject
That mark on her forehead is familiar in the sense he's seen it on Felix, but Felix gave some bullshit excuse and Locus didn't push. That would've lead to a fight and that's just a battle Locus didn't feel like having because he didn't think it was anything to seriously push.
It appears he was wrong. Locus sighs and rubs his temple, his eyes closing briefly. Why is Felix keeping this secret? ]
No, it's not—
[ Abruptly he cuts himself off because it hits him then, what she says. Like it all just falls into place and makes sense. That fucking idiot. ]
I'm sure he wouldn't care if he did hurt himself. [ Locus wets his lips and drops his hand down to his side. ] Perhaps it is best if you don't let him know you told me.
no subject
But since you asked, I won't. Although I still don't understand why he didn't just tell you. [But she doubts she'll get that answer for a while.]
What's your name? [He doesn't seem the type to be bothered by direct questions, and might brush off 'You haven't told me your name yet' with 'no, I haven't.']