I'm sure that you will go down
Characters: unevoked And ziongaiv
Date/Time: April 11, evening
Location: Room of Fail in the Spa
Rating: PG-13 for mentions of old wounds
Summary: Castor found a memory crystal! He decides it'd be a good idea to have someone there to talk about it. Because, you know, he never tells anyone anything otherwise.
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A broken shoulder, a potential dog, and now another memory crystal. Overall, the week was shaping up to be fairly decent- tearing Pollux's rotary cuff apart aside. But that wasn't his fault, and if Pollux tried to tell more people that Castor had broken his shoulder, he'd punch him, gimpy or not. He was convinced that it was Pollux's own damn fault.
Still, though, he stubbed out the remainder of his cigarette before entering the back of the Spa, making a quick stop to the kitchen to put away the things he had picked up at the bazaar. He was half-convinced that someone kept drinking his milk-- probably one of the workers. Fuckers. Whatever, though, he'd just keep more of an eye on it so he wouldn't suddenly realize he was out next time he was making pasta or something. Everything put away, he went back to his room, stepping in, kicking the door closed behind him, and tossing his journal carelessly onto his bed, before pulling a crystal from his pocket.
"Check this shit out," He nodded at it, careful to hold it by the metal rings. He'd finally figured out how to grab it without activating it, which was extraordinarily useful. The last thing he needed was risking grabbing one in a public place and ending up like some of the poor saps he'd seem around in short skirts or assaulted by brightly coloured birds.
"Figure'd we come from the same place, so it might be handy for the both've us."
Date/Time: April 11, evening
Location: Room of Fail in the Spa
Rating: PG-13 for mentions of old wounds
Summary: Castor found a memory crystal! He decides it'd be a good idea to have someone there to talk about it. Because, you know, he never tells anyone anything otherwise.
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A broken shoulder, a potential dog, and now another memory crystal. Overall, the week was shaping up to be fairly decent- tearing Pollux's rotary cuff apart aside. But that wasn't his fault, and if Pollux tried to tell more people that Castor had broken his shoulder, he'd punch him, gimpy or not. He was convinced that it was Pollux's own damn fault.
Still, though, he stubbed out the remainder of his cigarette before entering the back of the Spa, making a quick stop to the kitchen to put away the things he had picked up at the bazaar. He was half-convinced that someone kept drinking his milk-- probably one of the workers. Fuckers. Whatever, though, he'd just keep more of an eye on it so he wouldn't suddenly realize he was out next time he was making pasta or something. Everything put away, he went back to his room, stepping in, kicking the door closed behind him, and tossing his journal carelessly onto his bed, before pulling a crystal from his pocket.
"Check this shit out," He nodded at it, careful to hold it by the metal rings. He'd finally figured out how to grab it without activating it, which was extraordinarily useful. The last thing he needed was risking grabbing one in a public place and ending up like some of the poor saps he'd seem around in short skirts or assaulted by brightly coloured birds.
"Figure'd we come from the same place, so it might be handy for the both've us."