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isleofavalon2021-05-14 06:49 pm
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Once a Bat, always a Night Person [Open]
🧙 WHO: Stephanie Brown and YOU
⚔️️ WHAT: Settling in
🕒 WHEN: Around arrival: after midnight, 6am and afternoon
🗺️ WHERE: Around town, the breakfast buffet and outside a cafe
⚠️ WARNINGS: None
1. Old Habits
Steph has been staying up all night since she was 15 years old. That's 4 years of getting most of her exercise well after dark, and 1 year of night shift that may well have been more work than being a vigilante. Her arrival had been hectic and tiring, but she just couldn't force herself to go to bed at what society generally considered a 'normal hour'.
Instead she wanders the town after dark, taking a meandering route and keeping an eye on the rooftops, just out of habit. She has some of her weapons, but she has no intention of taking up the cowl again here. It's fricken Camelot, how much crime can there really be?
She barely notices anybody that might be on the streets. She has a lot on her mind, and not just deciding whether or not she's dreaming all of this.
She makes it across almost every inch of town before the sun rises.
2. Continental Breakfast
She happens upon the hotel's breakfast entirely by accident, and while she's actually on her way to bed she can't say no to free food. For a few days she's there every morning at 6am, hoarding muffins and keeping a half-full cup of coffee as close to her face as she can without looking too weird. She doesn't drink it, she just likes to keep it close. She's missed this smell. Given, it's probably not very good coffee, but it's a hell of a lot more coffee-like than what she's been drinking for the last few months.
Every now and then she takes a deep whiff of the untouched coffee and quietly sighs in satisfaction.
3. Magic was easier in books
Steph sits at a table outside a cafe, a truly gigantic mug and an assortment of coffee-condiments in front of her. The mug is full to the brim with latte, but it's already her second cup. Four packets of sugar and three wooden stir-sticks are pushed to the outside of the group, glowing brightly enough to be noticeable in the middle of the day.
She was trying to make them invisible. She hasn't had any success. Maybe she should try reverse psychology, she thinks. If she tries to make the sugar packet in front of her glow, maybe it will vanish instead.
She's been at it long enough that she's scowling as she focuses on the packet, making fists with both hands and splaying her fingers at the thing every time she makes an attempt.
"Glow," she mutters under her breath. "Glow! W...olg? Wolg. Lumos!" Unconsciously raising her volume, she makes a noise of frustration and tries one more time.
That final attempt has some effect at least. A dozen needles made of light pin the packet in place, stuck at all angles as if they had circled it when she wasn't looking. For a moment she just stares at it.
"...What?"
[ooc | brackets also accepted! ]
⚔️️ WHAT: Settling in
🕒 WHEN: Around arrival: after midnight, 6am and afternoon
🗺️ WHERE: Around town, the breakfast buffet and outside a cafe
⚠️ WARNINGS: None
1. Old Habits
Steph has been staying up all night since she was 15 years old. That's 4 years of getting most of her exercise well after dark, and 1 year of night shift that may well have been more work than being a vigilante. Her arrival had been hectic and tiring, but she just couldn't force herself to go to bed at what society generally considered a 'normal hour'.
Instead she wanders the town after dark, taking a meandering route and keeping an eye on the rooftops, just out of habit. She has some of her weapons, but she has no intention of taking up the cowl again here. It's fricken Camelot, how much crime can there really be?
She barely notices anybody that might be on the streets. She has a lot on her mind, and not just deciding whether or not she's dreaming all of this.
She makes it across almost every inch of town before the sun rises.
2. Continental Breakfast
She happens upon the hotel's breakfast entirely by accident, and while she's actually on her way to bed she can't say no to free food. For a few days she's there every morning at 6am, hoarding muffins and keeping a half-full cup of coffee as close to her face as she can without looking too weird. She doesn't drink it, she just likes to keep it close. She's missed this smell. Given, it's probably not very good coffee, but it's a hell of a lot more coffee-like than what she's been drinking for the last few months.
Every now and then she takes a deep whiff of the untouched coffee and quietly sighs in satisfaction.
3. Magic was easier in books
Steph sits at a table outside a cafe, a truly gigantic mug and an assortment of coffee-condiments in front of her. The mug is full to the brim with latte, but it's already her second cup. Four packets of sugar and three wooden stir-sticks are pushed to the outside of the group, glowing brightly enough to be noticeable in the middle of the day.
She was trying to make them invisible. She hasn't had any success. Maybe she should try reverse psychology, she thinks. If she tries to make the sugar packet in front of her glow, maybe it will vanish instead.
She's been at it long enough that she's scowling as she focuses on the packet, making fists with both hands and splaying her fingers at the thing every time she makes an attempt.
"Glow," she mutters under her breath. "Glow! W...olg? Wolg. Lumos!" Unconsciously raising her volume, she makes a noise of frustration and tries one more time.
That final attempt has some effect at least. A dozen needles made of light pin the packet in place, stuck at all angles as if they had circled it when she wasn't looking. For a moment she just stares at it.
"...What?"
[ooc | brackets also accepted! ]
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She groans into the table, then lifts her head just high enough that she can pull her coffee under her chin. All things are easier with coffee.
"Hard light, right... Duly noted." Is she a green lantern now? Her familiar told her she could make things invisible, but she didn't mention anything about needles made of light.
"No stabbing the furniture. Solid rule."
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Leaning back with her own cup, Claire settles in, shifting to get comfortable in her seat.
"You're new to Avalon, right? They're pretty shit about explaining how it all works."
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"I didn't even know that was a possibility. I was trying to make it invisible."
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Letting that rest there for a moment, Claire gives the other a quick look up and down.
"You'll get there. Making shields is useful, for sure. Even if it wasn't what you wanted."
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"Is there like, a list or something? A pamphlet? Anything?"
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Sheepishly, Claire shakes her head. It's unfortunate, she wishes she could help more, but this is just out of her wheelhouse.
"I don't know anything about pamphlets and stuff, there weren't when I first washed up here. Merlin might have one, and you can always ask around for light-magic casters? I'm not one, so I only know what I've seen from others."
She pauses, offering her hand.
"I'm Claire, by the way. Claire Redfield."
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"I shouldn't be surprised that there's a fricken 'Merlin' here. I'm still not totally convinced I haven't just lost my mind. How long have you been here?"
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Claire's grip is strong, calloused from motorcycle riding and such, and she meets Steph's eyes with a firm nod.
A Merlin? That stands out to her for some reason, but she can't quite figure out why. More than one?
"I've been here for about six months, now. I splashed down in late November, and it's almost June now. So, long enough to see most of what's gone on here."
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"Yeah," she admits as she leans back in her chair, "six months is a long time to be hallucinating."
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Not even a little bit. She's pretty cut and dry, if not exactly straight edged.
"Is there a Merlin in your world, too?"
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"In books and movies. It's a pretty popular character. Has been for..." When were they written again? "Like, a thousand years?"
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That's good though. Means she can skip the whole Arthur is real bit.
"Then you know, really, that Arthur and Merlin are the good guys at least. That's good. Having to give that spiel gets old."
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She remembers the european history better than she remembers the lore, but she has a good memory for this sort of thing.
"I don't know about 'good'. Did you ever read The Once and Future King? Arthur was kind of an asshole in that one. And Merlin wasn't much help either, though you can't expect much from a guy that turns kids into fish."
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She does actually kinda trust Arthur. But, that's come from talking to him.
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"This Merlin doesn't turn people into fish, does he?"
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She chuckles at the thought, and shakes her head.
"I think he mostly likes preening in front of a camera. The vibe I get is like, a wannabe model more than a wise old wizard."
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"Kind of a creepy image in the old-man-in-a-silly-hat cartoon context. And it definitely doesn't inspire confidence. Do they like... actually know what they're doing, with this whole end-of-the-multiverse deal?"
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Which doesn't exactly inspire confidence, she's aware. Taking a moment to gulp down some of her drink, she continues with a sigh.
"It's hard to say, really. I feel personally like Arthur is trying, but he's also got to rebuild and catch up. I've spoken with him a couple of times now, and he seems...you know...old? out of touch? By a thousand years or so."
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"Well, that figures."
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She feels that grimace on a deep and relatable level, Steph.
"I...feel like we've probably worked something out with the biggest fae kingdom. And that's another ally on this, which is progress."