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sixthiterationlogs2017-10-10 06:39 pm
onlyeverdoubted) wrote in sixthiterationlogs2017-10-10 06:39 pm
And there she'd sit serenely 'neath the thorns upon the holly
WHO: Bodhi
WHERE: Around the forest, his house, wandering random paths
WHEN: 10/11-10/12, general second half of the month
OPEN TO: All
WARNINGS: (Please warn for adult content or anything triggering)
Tricks: 10/11-10/12
Bodhi is on one of his usual rambles, theoretically looking out for useful edibles (though they're getting much rarer as the the weather turns further toward what he considers comfortable) and firewood, but really doing his best to smooth out the jagged lines between stray thoughts. He's as calm as he gets, poking his way along, when he spots a koyo melon poking out from the bushes.
It doesn't immediately strike him as unusual. He's not from a planet where big, sweet fruit can really be grown, and he doesn't know a thing about koyo production. There's no real reason it shouldn't be there. It does seem like a really lucky stroke, though, and he immediately begins poking around looking for more. Koyo are pretty good when they're bought half-mummified at a space station. They must be amazing when they're fresh. Eventually he gives up spotting any more and reaches for the one he does see, hoping there's no weird trick to picking melons that his city boy soul isn't privy to.
Apparently there is, because... No melon. That's not just weird, it's petty and mean. Which... alright, maybe he shouldn't be surprised.
He's not aware his hair's gone neon purple until he passes a reflective surface, unless someone tells him. Interestingly, it's just the hair--the carefully shaped beard and rather prominent eyebrows are their usual warm, rusty black. A close look will reveal a stark line through the stubble of his undercut where it becomes sideburns, black to purple as sudden as though it were drawn in with a ruler.
He's mostly nonplussed, but it is kind of an odd choice. Whimsy is new.
Someone's going to have to tell him what Halloween is.
Intergalactic Leaf Pepper: Latter half of October
Bodhi has no idea what fall is.
Well, intellectually he can figure it out. This part of this planet (or carefully managed space station) is very seasonal, and conditions change when that happens. He's not even totally unfamiliar with the idea of plants doing stuff in response to cold. He's landed on dozens of planets, though, admittedly, he's mostly spent his time in spaceports that deliberately look exactly like all the others and serve the same bad noodles and suspect caf. He can't pretend to be worldly about this, and the only world he's spent enough time on to really have a sense of such a change is his own. Jedha's seasons comprised a few weeks of hard, chilly rain and an endless, unrelenting rest of the year of hard, chilly dry.
Which is all to say he's absolutely charmed. Whenever he can pull himself from work he's walking now, which is... not that different from usual. But he's staying close as he can to the trees, collecting interesting colors and shapes of leaf like he has the rock specimens he so carefully curates to the delight of only himself. There's often one stuck behind his ear or in his ponytail or headscarf (once his hair is back to its usual black) if it's a particularly good one. He's never seen nature grow itself jewels like this.
There's definitely some surreptitious stepping on crunchy ones. And, if he's sure he's on his own, a few jumps into windblown piles. It's not just fall. Bodhi's feeling a bit better about a lot of things lately. The better part of a year in the relative quiet of the valley, horrible as it can be periodically, has paid off. He's almost remembered how to be himself again.And if being true to that self involves flirting with a certain someone a bit, well, it doesn't mean anything, right? It's not flirting if you say it's not! He even hums as he wanders sometimes, apparently having forgotten the rule against Rook singing. It's off key and monotonous, but he knows what tunes he's getting at, and he likes it.
Oh, and there's a non-zero amount of sneezing. Someone might need to explain allergies, along with autumn and Halloween.
WHERE: Around the forest, his house, wandering random paths
WHEN: 10/11-10/12, general second half of the month
OPEN TO: All
WARNINGS: (Please warn for adult content or anything triggering)
Tricks: 10/11-10/12
Bodhi is on one of his usual rambles, theoretically looking out for useful edibles (though they're getting much rarer as the the weather turns further toward what he considers comfortable) and firewood, but really doing his best to smooth out the jagged lines between stray thoughts. He's as calm as he gets, poking his way along, when he spots a koyo melon poking out from the bushes.
It doesn't immediately strike him as unusual. He's not from a planet where big, sweet fruit can really be grown, and he doesn't know a thing about koyo production. There's no real reason it shouldn't be there. It does seem like a really lucky stroke, though, and he immediately begins poking around looking for more. Koyo are pretty good when they're bought half-mummified at a space station. They must be amazing when they're fresh. Eventually he gives up spotting any more and reaches for the one he does see, hoping there's no weird trick to picking melons that his city boy soul isn't privy to.
Apparently there is, because... No melon. That's not just weird, it's petty and mean. Which... alright, maybe he shouldn't be surprised.
He's not aware his hair's gone neon purple until he passes a reflective surface, unless someone tells him. Interestingly, it's just the hair--the carefully shaped beard and rather prominent eyebrows are their usual warm, rusty black. A close look will reveal a stark line through the stubble of his undercut where it becomes sideburns, black to purple as sudden as though it were drawn in with a ruler.
He's mostly nonplussed, but it is kind of an odd choice. Whimsy is new.
Someone's going to have to tell him what Halloween is.
Intergalactic Leaf Pepper: Latter half of October
Bodhi has no idea what fall is.
Well, intellectually he can figure it out. This part of this planet (or carefully managed space station) is very seasonal, and conditions change when that happens. He's not even totally unfamiliar with the idea of plants doing stuff in response to cold. He's landed on dozens of planets, though, admittedly, he's mostly spent his time in spaceports that deliberately look exactly like all the others and serve the same bad noodles and suspect caf. He can't pretend to be worldly about this, and the only world he's spent enough time on to really have a sense of such a change is his own. Jedha's seasons comprised a few weeks of hard, chilly rain and an endless, unrelenting rest of the year of hard, chilly dry.
Which is all to say he's absolutely charmed. Whenever he can pull himself from work he's walking now, which is... not that different from usual. But he's staying close as he can to the trees, collecting interesting colors and shapes of leaf like he has the rock specimens he so carefully curates to the delight of only himself. There's often one stuck behind his ear or in his ponytail or headscarf (once his hair is back to its usual black) if it's a particularly good one. He's never seen nature grow itself jewels like this.
There's definitely some surreptitious stepping on crunchy ones. And, if he's sure he's on his own, a few jumps into windblown piles. It's not just fall. Bodhi's feeling a bit better about a lot of things lately. The better part of a year in the relative quiet of the valley, horrible as it can be periodically, has paid off. He's almost remembered how to be himself again.
Oh, and there's a non-zero amount of sneezing. Someone might need to explain allergies, along with autumn and Halloween.
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And he's still not talking about Jude. That's one more concession than he's going to make. Talk around him, maybe, but that's all.
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The house might only be his element when there's something broken in it, it's tea time, or he's on a four in the morning cleaning spree.
"Just how I'm built," Kira answers, a little tip of his cup before he drains it. "If you had a good personality and no problems, I'd find you insufferable."
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"Did you want this one for a bit? It's...kind of about space."
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Not that he hadn't tried very hard with Frankenstein and his inexplicably peculiar experiment. For Credence's sake. It just hadn't much clicked.
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One reason.
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Southwestern house, dark hair. Seeking someone to sit opposite across a hammock and listen to old books read aloud when the weather isn't shit. Kind of weird.
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