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[majorum_pride]

Who: Gaheris Rhade
What: A Day in a Nietzschean Life (Rhade discovers things day!)
When: Todayish
Where: All around the Barge
Warnings & Notes: Maybe some mentions of sex. Mostly going for humorous themes because bummed and hurting but there may be a couple of conversations that turn more serious.

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Morning

[majorum_pride]

There's an interesting discovery in a post-breakfast venture to a common room. A box with the top missing, with a board in it and pieces to a game. On the board are multi-colored squares, and there are tiny wooden squares with letters on them and numbers in the corners. There's also little wooden... He has no idea what they're for. But he'll figure it out. There are no instructions with it, though, and he's generally very confused by what he's looking at.

Hopefully if you arrange the letters in a certain way it won't explode.

[sepfield]

Simon's been keeping to himself for the most part. He's still not used to the Barge and he's never been good at adjusting. He can cope, just about, but it's overwhelming and strange and more than anything it's easier to huddle in his room telling himself it's Sunday and tomorrow he'll be back doing community service again.

He knows he can't keep that up forever, though. He's been isolated for most of his life and even after being taken from the first group of real friends he's ever had he can't let himself go back to it. Which is why he's entering the common room, hoping there'll be someone he can try to strike up conversation is. There is someone, staring at a Scrabble board like he's never seen one in his life. Maybe he hasn't. It wouldn't be surprising, given some of the people here.

"Scrabble," he tells him, then realises how weird that will sound if he already knows what it is he's looking at. Or even if he doesn't.

[majorum_pride]

It does sound weird, and it get the look to go with it. Rhade looks up, back down, and back up again before he holds up one of the pieces.

"Is this what this is called?"

No, he's never played Scrabble before. It still probably exists on Earth where he's from, but he's never cared much about Earth and some of his cultural history is more limited than others.

[sepfield]

Simon's used to those looks, but at least it's not followed by him promptly being ignored or told how weird he is. At least he knows now he was right in guessing he didn't know what it was. He nods.

"It's a game. You make words with the letters. The numbers are for points."

Afternoon

[majorum_pride]

He's not got much else to do, so he's playing stalk the warden. The warden will probably notice that he's being stalked at some point, but the trick is to see how long he can do it without being openly noticed and keep track of his whereabouts.

...Actually, this is becoming irritatingly difficult. He keeps losing track of him. He's getting more and more determined with it.

[majorum_pride]

The drone of the dog was easier to follow than the Doctor was, and he had to be careful not to peer down any hallway that he heard the dog in. All in all, he was proving an interesting challenge to keep track of. When he reached the common room, he was in such a hurry to check to see if the Doctor had backtracked again he almost did rush through.

Chartreuse, Braxiatel's cat, had given him a lot of practice for things lying in wait for him, but he still didn't manage to notice the tippy edge of that scarf hanging from behind the couch.

Of course, the scarf could be a ruse left to distract him, and he dropped down to all fours and started to creep around. He guessed the way that the scarf was laying that he would be coming around behind the Doctor to peek. Nope. He got an view full of bushy hair.

Evening

[majorum_pride]

After a hard day of creeping observing, he's in the gym. He wants to get in some sort of exercise and healthy competition before the day is over. Of course, healthy competition to a Nietzschean is a completely different thing from what it is to normal humans. He's aware of this, and he might play by human rules. He might not. It depends really on how much he likes you. Though he'll probably mix it up from the usual sparring.

[you_run_i_chase]

The flood had left Parker in a mood. A giant mood, and it had left her with a twitchy feelings between her shoulder blades. She'd only been followed for three days and it had felt like fucking forever; she couldn't imagine how it'd been for three years.

The twitchy feeling between her shoulder blades meant that Parker needed to spar in the gym, and like always she was doing it in a suit and stilettos. At the moment, she was beating the shit out of a bag.

[majorum_pride]

He was at a bar doing chin-ups when he first noticed her. It wasn't even the suit so much as it was the shoes. Surprisingly impractical for a human, but made the chance she would be prepared in any situation greater. How unusual.

He dropped down from the bar and towelled off his face. He had gone for a tight tank top (it wasn't that it was made to be tight, it was that he was a big guy) and sweat pants and leather wraps for his boneblades.

"I'm surprised. Is this your frequent workout clothing?"

[you_run_i_chase]

Parker kicked at the bag a few more times, planting her shoe firmly against it. She suspected that if it had been any other place, the bag would have been shattered many times over by the force of it.

She looked to Rhade with one arched brow when he asked if this was her workout clothing. "You bet your ass it is. Don't you see me working out in it?"

Night

[majorum_pride]

He's not really sleepy yet. He probably should be getting there, but he's only winding down. He decides to watch one of the screens Back in that same common room. Which... has material playing that doesn't make any more sense to him than some of the movies the wardens were watching when they regressed in age.

What is this Ministry of Silly Walks they're speaking of on the screen? And why is it happening? He doesn't really understand.

Night

[mrs_persson]

At some point, after he's been watching for a little while, he'll hear a chuckle from the common room door.

Una happened to be passing by and paused to see what was on. She didn't mean to linger, but John Cleese still makes her laugh.

Night

[majorum_pride]

He swivels to look at her, still on the edge of confused and watching Monty Python with more perplexed line-face than anyone in the history of line-face should be permitted to do.

"He has very long legs." As if this is a conundrum for the ages.

Night

[mrs_persson]

She grins, strolls on into the common room, and slides down onto the couch next to him, stretching out her legs and propping up her ankles on the low table in front of it.

"He does rather, doesn't he? For years afterward he had people asking him to do the Silly Walks, I hear. Irritated him no end."

Other

[majorum_pride]

-Optional-

[majorum_pride]

He slowed down at Braxiatel's sudden approach, one eyebrow climbing and really he didn't expect to be told what the problem was. He figured them out half the time. Besides, he already knew he was the father.

"I'm interested. I've never played one of those." And it was something that he could probably find useful, especially if he were going to be affecting timelines should he manage to go back. And it sounded simpler than seeing what pieces he could get away with moving during a game of Risk. Which, admittedly, probably wasn't many (or any at all). Brax tended to pay more attention to things than Dylan.

"What is it?"