[OPEN] Now that we're out here, open your heart

[thepattern]

🧙 WHO: Corwin of Amber & you
⚔️️ WHAT: Various happenings, some quest-related, some not
🕒 WHEN: Throughout March
🗺️ WHERE: In and around Camelot, Brocéliande, and the Red Springs
⚠️ WARNINGS: Gun use, violence, ETA

I. The sun is still shining, look at the view – Carpentry + Gunfire

[ The results of Corwin's quest with Darin across the Pure of Heart bridge last month may have been... a mixed success (to put it mildly), but regardless of how things turned out, Corwin walked away from it one million gold richer. And that one million gold is enough for him to find somewhere more permanent to live. He prefers to live outside the hustle and bustle of the city, so he buys a quaint little house on the outskirts of Camelot, at the edge of the Brocéliande forest. Though he is accustomed to luxury, he doesn't need much space all for himself, so a modest sized house is fine for him. But he would like enough space in his backyard that he can build himself a decent gun range for rifle practice (now that his rifle has viable ammunition again). He buys himself an axe and starts felling trees to build a backstop and ricochet guard over the hill behind his property, so anyone is welcome to hear the gunshots of him testing his new range and come investigate. ]

II. The moon is still dining, with me and you – Trying new foods

With the Spring Equinox festivities in full swing, many Camelot restaurants are celebrating in kind, offering new dishes incorporating fresh flowers as ingredients. Such things may be common fare in some worlds, but for a man who was last on Earth in the 1970s, he's not quite used to such things as a dandelion salad.

"I'm sorry? I don't care for weeds in my lunch. Don't you have anything more, I don't know... I'm more of a meat and potatoes kind of guy."

The waiter politely suggests that he can bring a steak out for the main course, but insists that Corwin at least try their house special salad as a starter. Sighing, Corwin agrees, but when his meal is served, He glances at whoever is sitting at the table next to him, admitting in a loud whisper, "I have no idea if these dandelion greens are going to be any good. If I start gagging, cover for me so I don't make a scene."

III. Everything's turning, turning around – Selling wares + Catching a thief (Quest)

[ The nice thing about having a magically-reloading rifle, is that Corwin no longer has any shred of a reason to keep his custom bullets around. It's not like they even work anywhere outside of Amber. The jeweler's rouge component to them isn't combustible in the vast majority of shadows, making them the perfect weapon to lay siege to Mount Kolvir and try to dethrone his brother. He hasn't really needed them since then, however, so showing up in this strange new Avalon with a whole magazine and an extra box full... Well, he doesn't see the point.

And so he meticulously collects the jeweler's rouge from each bullet into little velvet bags, then goes to visit the local jewelry stores to see whether any of the proprietors are willing to buy it off of him for an appropriately inflated fee.

He's walking into one jewelry store in particular when he finds the proprietor in the middle of explaining the details of a quest to recover a stolen jewel to an interested quester, and what can he say? His curiosity is piqued. ]

Excuse me, do you mind if I join you on this quest? I always love a good chase, and can provide my own transportation.

[ Indeed, he has his own horse tied up outside of the shop. ]

IV. But if you want to play, stay right back on Earth – Wildcard

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III

[friendsallover]

[To a guy who's used to working alone, it's weird to encounter so many people willing to help. Din hasn't been sure what to make of it. He takes a moment to size this newcomer up, though it might be hard to tell because of his armour.]

It's a pretty straightforward job. What sort of cut are you looking for?

[thepattern]

[ Corwin looks between the armored man (knight? he looks like a knight of some kind) and the jeweler, as though sizing up the atmosphere in the room to see how much he can get away with asking for. In reality, he asks not out of a need for gold, but out of something closer to boredom. ]

Twenty-five percent? To be negotiated up or down, depending on how much my skills are actually needed in apprehending the criminal.

[friendsallover]

[There's a moment of consideration. It's not exactly like Din is desperate for the money (and what he earns here can't exactly be saved for the Covert probably).]

Sounds fair to me. You said you had transportation?

I am so sorry that I've been so slow...

[thepattern]

Of course. Outside.

[ Corwin gestures to where his horse is tied up outside the building. He's a strong steed, built for stamina and speed. ]

No worries

[friendsallover]

[Din surveys the horse and there's a sense of dismay around him. Mostly from unfamiliarity with the creature.]

Will it support both of us, or should I be figuring out where I get my own?

[thepattern]

[ Corwin eyes the armored man, trying to get a sense of how much armor like that would weigh. ]

If it were just you, Drummer could do it. Or the two of us, without your armor. But if you would rather remain suited up for this mission, then you probably ought to find a horse of your own.

[friendsallover]

I'd prefer the armour stay on...so where does one find a horse?

[It certainly can't be worse than riding a blerg.]

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[resistetmords]

Belgium, for one, actually puffs out her cheeks at the man, giving him a frown.

"Don't be rude. They made that dish just for you, you know." Honestly, some people just want to waste good food! And why yes, she is totally going to mom/big sister him for his transgression! "Besides, dandelions make for an excellent salad and are very tasty. On top of being healthy for you, mister."

[thepattern]

Corwin fully intends to eat the salad-- he is hungry, after all-- but he feels he has a right to complain about it at his leisure, given that he's the one paying for it.

Still, he doesn't particularly feel like making a scene today, so he'll raise his hands in surrender. "I give in! No more gripes from me. At least, not until I take a bite."

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[intrapid]

[ The sound of gunfire draws Karma's attention, wondering about the controlled fire as opposed to a burst of shots he would have expected for hunting, and looking a mix of surprised and curious about this homemade gun range. ]

Huh... Did you make all this?

[thepattern]

[ As soon as he hears someone approaching, Corwin stops firing, putting the safety on and setting his rifle down to chat with this new passerby. ]

I did. Took me the better part of a week, but I finally got everything set up the way I like it. What do you think?

III

[cameprepared]

[Claire had responded almost immediately to the quest board going up. This seemed like fun, and it was something she could do. If Corwin was paying attention, he might have even seen her bike outside, with The Dog waiting patiently beside it.

She turns, giving him a wry smile, tipping the hat of her outfit. For whatever reason, it'd shown up with her, and she wasn't exactly against the look for the occasion.]

I don't see why not. I know you can keep up.

[thepattern]

[ Corwin's not wearing a hat to return the salute, but he nods his head, smiling, all the same. ]

Good, then it's settled! Who are we after?

[cameprepared]

Dude goes by 'Snaggletooth Miffin' I'm told.

[The Jeweler nods, and Claire turns towards the door.]

Got a basic description. Figured we could ask around, see if anyone knows something, but the rumor seems to be that he hangs around the Red Spring Inn?

[thepattern]

[ Corwin snorts a laugh and follows Claire to the exit. ]

Well, that's a hell of a name. I hope he lives up to the hype.

[ Outside, Corwin tucks his belongings into his saddlebags and mounts his horse, turning to be ready to head out. ]

Let's see if we can wrangle ourselves a thief.

[cameprepared]

[Claire heads out and hops on the bike, nodding to the Dog.]

Go on ahead, boy. We'll catch up to you at the inn.

[The Barghest wuffs, and takes off in the direction of the Red Spring like a shot from a gun. He fades in and out, bounding along like only a Black Dog can.]

Ready to ride?

[thepattern]

[ Corwin watches her familiar dash off, almost too fast for his eyes to track. ]

Impressive dog you've got.

[ But, if they're going to catch up to him, then they'd better get moving. Corwin shifts in his saddle, nodding. ]

Let's go!

[cameprepared]

Yeah, the furball's not too bad a familiar.

[She settles on her bike, gives a little chime and a wave, and then gets going, picking up speed fairly quickly and handling with an easy hand.]

Time to roll out!

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[divinereaper]

Thanks for the warning-- I'll see what I can do.

[ Naoto understands this man's plight. He liked his vegetables, but dandelions in salad did not sound appetizing. It sounded more like a death sentence, but if the man in front of him was willing to take the metaphorical bullet for him, then he can't exactly complain, now can he? ]

[thepattern]

See that you do.

[ But, with nothing left to stop him from digging in, Corwin picks up his salad fork and does just that. While he can safely say that the chefs of Amber are not known for their salads, he isn't entirely opposed to some greens. And who would have thought? The dandelion greens turn out to be tastier than Corwin expected. ]

Alright, I rescind my earlier statement. This is actually good.

[divinereaper]

[ That reaction makes Naoto blink owlishly. Dandelions? They taste good??? He was starting to think that either his tastebuds were all wrong, or he was telling the truth. He doubts it, but decides that asking would be better than staring at him like a madman. ]

Are you sure? I thought dandelions were supposed to be inedible….

[thepattern]

[ The taste is slightly bitter, but not enough to put Corwin off. He's certainly eaten worse in his many years behind him. ]

Apparently not. Or, not the leaves, anyway. The jury remains out on the flowers.

[divinereaper]

I... don't want to know how the flowers taste. But I guess I should at least try.

[ He still manages to eye the salad in suspicion. He doesn't know what that'd do to his stomach. ]

Maybe I'll order it another time.

[thepattern]

[ In the end, food is food. And if the food tastes decent or better, then it counts as a win in Corwin's book. ]

You should. For rabbit food, it's not bad.

[divinereaper]

Fair enough. Doesn't hurt to try things, after all.

[ Naoto takes a bite into his own food, humming in thought. ]

I got to ask, though-- you don't eat much salad?

[ Naoto has to ask, considering his apprehension earlier about eating it in the first place. ]