Someday mystery evolves to familiarity...
Who: Daedalus Yumeno gaveherwings & Shiroe Rei Seki zealouspeter
When: Noon, Tuesday June 29th
Where: Out for lunch, then the museum!
Summary: Educational experience for the both of them. Thank Siren's Port for those cultural vouchers.
Warnings: Too much curiosity for its own good, and eerie physical resemblance.
Daedalus had difficulties truly relaxing on his days off. The city was overstimulating, thoughts kept him restless, unsettled. It didn't show on the surface much, as he was used to remaining outwardly composed, but it made it very difficult to settle in and concentrate on absolutely nothing, or one thing at a time. Or perhaps it was that he was becoming somewhat dependent on caffeine to keep up with the pace of work at the hospital. It was a habit he'd never intended to pick up, but without a cup of coffee he caught himself sluggish with exhaustion, bogged down in puzzling out the pressures of this world. Too tight behind the forehead.
When even Re-l took notice, that made it slightly easier to admit that he really ought to take some quality time for himself. Meeting Shiroe, touring the city's archives would be a healthy thing. Better than staying in the technically-squatting apartment (they really needed to find another place soon) for the afternoon and paging restive through his paper encyclopedia set.
There were other things that preoccupied his mind while he took to the shallow granite museum steps, watching small birds hop along the ground, nibbling on this and that of street detritus. It was...somewhat of dissociative bodily sensation, walking around without doctors coat and scrubs on, in this city's equivalent of civillian dress. He did not feel precisely like himself, but then he had similar passing feelings often these days. He'd caught himself much too open in personal disclosure, far too much lately.
He kept a watchful eye out for Shiroe, who he'd met only once before, but looked similar enough to himself to pick out from a crowd. Unfolding the printed voucher, Daedalus double-checked for any special conditionals. No, barring the possibility of cruel pranks to make the newcomer populace look foolish, it seemed legitimate.
When: Noon, Tuesday June 29th
Where: Out for lunch, then the museum!
Summary: Educational experience for the both of them. Thank Siren's Port for those cultural vouchers.
Warnings: Too much curiosity for its own good, and eerie physical resemblance.
Daedalus had difficulties truly relaxing on his days off. The city was overstimulating, thoughts kept him restless, unsettled. It didn't show on the surface much, as he was used to remaining outwardly composed, but it made it very difficult to settle in and concentrate on absolutely nothing, or one thing at a time. Or perhaps it was that he was becoming somewhat dependent on caffeine to keep up with the pace of work at the hospital. It was a habit he'd never intended to pick up, but without a cup of coffee he caught himself sluggish with exhaustion, bogged down in puzzling out the pressures of this world. Too tight behind the forehead.
When even Re-l took notice, that made it slightly easier to admit that he really ought to take some quality time for himself. Meeting Shiroe, touring the city's archives would be a healthy thing. Better than staying in the technically-squatting apartment (they really needed to find another place soon) for the afternoon and paging restive through his paper encyclopedia set.
There were other things that preoccupied his mind while he took to the shallow granite museum steps, watching small birds hop along the ground, nibbling on this and that of street detritus. It was...somewhat of dissociative bodily sensation, walking around without doctors coat and scrubs on, in this city's equivalent of civillian dress. He did not feel precisely like himself, but then he had similar passing feelings often these days. He'd caught himself much too open in personal disclosure, far too much lately.
He kept a watchful eye out for Shiroe, who he'd met only once before, but looked similar enough to himself to pick out from a crowd. Unfolding the printed voucher, Daedalus double-checked for any special conditionals. No, barring the possibility of cruel pranks to make the newcomer populace look foolish, it seemed legitimate.