Hangin'. Doin' our things.

[rowan_narrators]

Who: Nazarene, River Royal, Niko, Mikney, Tamber and Lhoral ETA: and Kale, Markon, and Zosima
What: NPCin' about.
Where: Various places around the city.
When: Tuesday, all day
Notes: This is an opportunity for open NPC interaction! Just make sure that which one you're tagging is clear.

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Zosima

[melodyofwater]

After talking with Niko for a bit, Demyx resumed his wandering in the city. He still hadn't found a good place to play. He stopped when he saw someone underneath a nearby awning, though- oh right, he remembered her. She was the nice lady from the party, and the senator person. Whatever a senator was. She looked kind of busy, though, so he didn't want to bother her...

But she did look like she needed some cheering up.

He found a place to sit relatively nearby, and started playing, quietly enough that she hopefully wouldn't be too distracted if she really needed to get things done. But he wasn't especially good at keeping his music to himself.

Re: Zosima

[senator_zosima]

Zosima felt like pulling her hair out.

How was she supposed to explain the situation in a status report?

The city was filled with majik worldwalkers. They had found Simoqin's tree. It was too much, too huge, impossible to impress the significance of on a rowdy rabble of politicians.

Ruins of Jhelbor well-preserved, restoration in progress. Several untrained human majiks present. General Royal allowing them consideral freedom. Should I curtail

She glanced over a the young lute-player from the party, strumming nearby. She didn't want to curtail their freedom.

With a sigh of resignation, she put down her pen. She had a lamp; she could finish later that night.

"Hello Demyx," she called. "How are you faring?"

Re: Zosima

[melodyofwater]

Demyx looked up once she called his name. He hoped he hadn't been playing too loud- but then again, she'd looked pretty frustrated before he arrived, so maybe it was ok. "Hello!" he called back, resolving the chord progression before stopping (otherwise it would have driven him crazy). He got up and walked a little closer so they wouldn't have to yell to talk to each other. "I'm doing alright. How are you?" Besides the paperwork. That couldn't be fun.

[senator_zosima]

She shrugged.

"I'm trying to explain you all to the people I report to back home."

She wrinkled her nose a litle.

"It's not exactly easy." She let out a breath, her face brightening. "But let's not talk about this," she continued, waving a hand. "Tell me," she asked with a grin, "How do we rate compared to your previous hosts?"

Royal, around midday

[remove_alldoubt]

Gob was absolutely terrified of this city and everyone in it. He wanted absolutely nothing at all to do with any of these people. He never wanted to lay eyes on a single one of them ever, ever again.

On the other hand, he was hungry. So he'd gone outside and found himself the nearest place that was handing out lunch. He had just been handed a bowl of watery, lumpy soup, which he regarded with a sneer.

"I hope you know this stinks," he said. "I've seen better things staring back at me from the toilet." He was fully prepared to keep berating the soup person when he suddenly turned his head to the right and...

...Oh, shit. That guy, walking through the street, coming right in this direction... that was the leader, wasn't it? The guy who'd been overseeing the creepy shirtless ritual? Overcome with panic, Gob broke away from the line, pushed a woman aside, and hid behind a barrel- in process spilling most of the contents of his bowl onto the ground

[man_and_monster]

Royal stopped, at the strange sight of a man half-hiding behind a barrel.

"You know," he said, "your ability to hide leaves a bit to be desired."

[remove_alldoubt]

Ohshitohshitohshit the guy was looking right at him.

Gob stood up slowly, casting awkward glances around at the crowd. "Wasn't hiding," he said, and gestured at the woman he'd just shoved aside. "That lady pushed me! You all saw it!" There were a few grumbles at that, and the 'lady' took that opportunity to knock him in the shoulder with her own, quite aggressively, as she was walking away.

Gob plastered on a half-hearted smile, resisting the urge to grab his arm because dammit, that had actually kind of hurt. "Crazy chick."

I love your damn icons.

[man_and_monster]

Royal raised an eyebrow. "Remarkable," he said, dryly. "Is there some sort of custom on your world that dictates that you stay down for a few crucial seconds after being pushed down? Or is it just a personal quirk?"

But, somehow, the words weren't precisely mocking, but instead friendly, in a we're-sharing-a-joke sort of way.

Who: Markon --- When: after she sees Niko

[tenuefarfalla]

Talking with Niko had been, well... it had been what it had been. Sorcery. She was going to have to get over the shock soon or she'd spend all her time here imitating a trout. Cho was headed back to her building - she couldn't quite bring herself to call it home, and she had no idea what other name to give it, so it was just "her building" in her mind now. She was almost there when she realized that she had nothing to do inside, which was the reason she'd gone searching in the first place. Well, Markon was not in the direction she'd just come from, so she walked past the door in and onto another walkway, scanning both the walkways and the ground below, looking for her... what, exactly? He wasn't really a friend, was he? The guy who'd almost killed her? No, she couldn't call him that, either, and she rather suspected that it was less than fair. Well, she supposed that, whatever else he was, he was a person. So she headed off in search of her person.

Re: Who: Markon --- When: after she sees Niko

[rowan_narrators]

After they finished repairing the last building crammed into the stretch they'd been working on, the Captain who'd been organizing them announced a break just long enough to grab a drink or a few throws of Omsis.

Markon didn't particularly want a break, but he was outvoted. If he didn't have something to do, a dwarf foreman shouting for him to move that beam there, or an officer telling him to build a brace for this, he'd start thinking about Marekh, and how there ought to be another pairs of hands there, working next to his own.

Markon found a grassy patch of ground that didn't look too in the way of anyone, and laid down, staring up at the sky. They'd had a good run of it, really.

[tenuefarfalla]

Cho was now on the other side of the city center completely, and kind of starting to lose hope, when she spotted him, completely by accident, staring up at the sky from a little island of scrub in all the dirt. She thought about calling out to him, but didn't really want to give him a chance to get away, and she also didn't want the attention, so she just made her way over there as quickly as she could and, after a flicker of uncertain hesitation, laid down on the ground a few feet from him. "That one looks sort of like Japan," she said after a few moments, pointing up at a cloud. "That's the country where I was born."

[rowan_narrators]

He'd heard General Royal's announcement about the travelers, of course, which made a few of the stranger things she'd said make more sense.

come on -

"I'm sorry you lost your home," he said quietly. "It's - you learn to make a new one, wherever you find yourself. It's never the same, but."

He didn't really know how to explain it. Somewhere new could be just as much home. Kingstown without father, Baku without mother. Now Jhelbor without his brother.

They both needed a new home.

"But you grow into it, I suppose. New places and people. The winds blow. It's okay."

Zosima

[guns_and_coffee]

Ianto stayed in his quarters just long enough to familiarize himself with everything he'd been provided with and then make a few quick notes in his journal. He needed answers, the sooner the better, and this city was teeming with people, every one of whom would know more about this world than he did. He would prefer, of course, someone with a bit of authority, and he hadn't been walking long when he saw someone who would do nicely. The woman was sitting at a desk, writing, and he thought perhaps he sensed a kindred spirit. "Excuse me," he called.

[senator_zosima]

Zosima knew she shouldn't really be pleased at all these interruptions, but if she was honest with herself, that was the entire reason she had brought her work outside rather than remaining in her room.

Of course, it was also a senator's job to be accessible to her constituents, and for the moment, that included the army as well as her chunk of Baku City.

She shuffled her papers away, taking a moment to study the young man. Definitely human, but not one of the army's, and not one of the captives either. This one must be new.

Polite, too.

"Yes? How might I help you?" she asked.

[guns_and_coffee]

Ianto gave her his most charming smile. "Sorry to interrupt your work. I have a few questions, but if you're too busy, I'll take them elsewhere." He held out his hand. "Ianto Jones, by the way." He wished he had a suit. She looked like she would appreciate a sharp young man in a well-cut suit -- but then, Ianto had found that almost everyone did.

[senator_zosima]

Very polite. Like one of Ambrosine's page boys, only he smiled easier.

"Zosima Eugenides," she answered warmly. "And don't worry about that, I wasn't getting much done anyway. What would you like to know?"

Niko

[itworks_bitches]

Hood saw the writing on the wall... literally. The symbol couldn't have been very old; there were still wet drips of paint on the dirt underneath, so he guessed the sorcerer who laid it down was still close by.

Sure enough, there he was, not too much further down the wall; looking briefly at a book before reaching his brush up to the wall, paint curving over another symbol. The sorcerer from the tribunal, Niko.

Hood waited until Niko finished his stroke before clearing his throat, just enough to get his attention.

"Hi, Niko," he said amiably. "Do you have a minute?"

[rowan_narrators]

Niko held up a hand for Hood to wait a minute.

He studied the symbol, looked at the curves, the lines, the spiral ...

He added about an inch on one line, used his fingers to widen the line on a bit of curve; adjusted things, here and there, and then he turned to Hood, wiping his hand off on a paint-covered towel.

"Hi," he said, "sorry, I'm getting progressively worse at this as the day goes on." He fidgeted, a little. "What's up?"

[itworks_bitches]

Well, it was certainly a change from Mikney's cool detachment. Though given the circumstances, Hood wished he seemed a little more confident.

"Well, my name is Jacob Hood, and I was wondering if you'd be willing to talk with me a little bit about sorcery. Mikney had been teaching me the basics, but..."

He paused for a long moment, considering. "But circumstances have changed."

[rowan_narrators]

"Oh!" said Niko. "Oh, right right right. I just gave the girl, the chick, you know - well she has my primer, is all. You can both study from it, but the books I have here are a little too complex, symbol-wise, for a beginner."

This guy had to be so much older than him...

"Uh, so," he said. "What have you done so far?"