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Nida, With A Shiny White Band - Open and Closed Prompts

WHO: Nida
WHERE: (Where the post takes place)
WHEN: February 5th - 15th, Closed Mingle on February 9th
OPEN TO: OTA, one Closed Post for now
WARNINGS: Possible Mentions of Self-Harm

OTA - Dojo - Taking Over

He was asleep when it happened. Somewhere in the night of the fourth the change happened, a screen that made no sense, the band on the device at his wrist turning white. OF course as it was one of those rare nights lately where Nida had gotten some sleep, he hadn't noticed. Instead, when he'd woken up he'd just found himself... moving. He couldn't stand being still anymore, not with all these people who needed a bit of something to keep them moving after those visions. He skipped breakfast that morning ~~not a mistake he'd make another day~~ and headed over to the empty dojo.

Most of his days are spent in the dojo for the next chunk of days. When he's not actively out talking to others, trying to serve as a support network, he's in the dojo from just before sun up to just after sunset. Sometimes he's sitting on a chair, a knife working over a piece of wood as he cut out the general shape of some practice daggers. Other times he limps ~~damn him for spraining his ankle, it wasn't what he'd meant to do~~ around the edges of the mats to check for any tears or splits he needs to repair. Still other times he regards the empty spaces, mind already building up the ways he can make this place better.

And always, always he calls out a bit cheerfully if someone enters while he's there. Because this space, he has resolved, will welcome all comers. No matter what.

OTA - Around South Village - A Little Luck

You can't always be at the dojo.

Nida had stared at Seifer when he had been told that. Clearly it was not true. Clearly he was more than capable of doing just that. But... Well, he got the point. Being holed up in two places isn't much better than being holed up in one.

So a bit of time every day, usually around the lunch hours, were spent with Nida wandering the village. There were rounds to be made, friends to be found, help to be supplied. And, whenever there was a chance of skin to skin contact, a hand reaching out to touch. Not like people here couldn't use a bit of extra luck.

Closed Mingle - Because You Miss Them - Closed to Seifer, Rinoa, Sam, Billy, Tommy

The boxes show up that morning, just sitting in the kitchen when Nida hobbles in at an ungodly hour. He moves immediately to grab a kitchen knife to cut the first one open. Despite his name being on it, it's full of yarn. He smiles and shakes his head, moving that one aside because he can talk to the others about it later. The next is a larger box, but strangely light for its size. With another few cuts he finds himself pulling out a wok. What in the world could that be...

Somehow he knows what the last box will be. With a quick cut it's open and he starts unloading ingredients into the fridge. Curry. Seems like he had the answer he needed for when and what to cook.

A quick message goes out to the others over the network. He doesn't care how early it is.

Hey nerds, dinner at my house tonight. Red Lamb Curry. Eat at six, come by earlier if you want to help cook. Someone please help cook, I don't want to mess this up.

[OOC: Please see first comment for Mingle, everyone can post their own things under that if they want to interact.]

[OOC: If anyone would like their own closed starter for the first half of this month, please let me know. This is mostly meant to cover Nida through the White part of his Off-Color time.]

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For Curry Dinner Mingle - Closed to Seifer, Rinoa, Sam, Billy and Tommy. Feel free to post your own top-levels for that under here.

Hit me up on discord or Plurk if you want a pre-made starter with Nida on this.

Since Rosa's started to settle in (if one could even call it that), she's started to explore more of the village. She's carried the pocket knife that Alex had given her everywhere she's gone, but she's not had to use it — at least not on any people. She hasn't gotten around to attempting to hunt, still wanting to do some recon of her surroundings, but she's getting braver by the day, venturing out farther and farther from her "home base."

Most of the buildings are sub-par, at least in terms of what she's expecting, but while sitting at the Inn for lunch, she catches wind of people tossing around a term she hadn't expected to hear: dojo. She decides that's what she's going to look for that particular day. Maybe it'll be better than she expects (probably not).

After popping into some completely unrelated buildings, she peeks her head into the closest thing resembling a dojo that she's seen. She had hoped to be alone, but of-fucking-course, no such luck. With a sigh, she decides to enter anyway, hands shoved into the pockets of her scrubs.

Nat's no stranger to mats needing to be repaired, and with Danny gone, there's no one to take it up with. Which is why she's brought along a couple of borrowed sewing needles, along with some of the burlap she'd found in the supply room and a spool of thread, meaning to do some repairs this morning.

She isn't entirely surprised when a voice calls out as she slips silently through the front door, but the voice is an unfamiliar one which means her entrance into the side room is just as silent, giving her a chance to take a look at the speaker. One guy--looks young, but not as young as Kamala--limping around the mats, looking down like he's scanning for something. Maybe he's got the same idea she had.

"Noticed a tear over by the window when I was in here yesterday afternoon," she offers by way of greeting. "Figured I'd come back this morning to fix it, and anything else I found. I don't think Danny would forgive me if I didn't try to keep things in order." Not that they'd been the best of friends or anything--Danny took to martial arts like a converted zealot--but she'd respected him well enough.

Jason's number one favorite method of dealing with his feelings is to punch them into submission - literally, by putting his well-trained fists to work. Back in Gotham, there was no shortage of people who needed a good punching, but here? The criminal element isn't so much a thing that exists, so Jason doesn't have that steady supply of targets.

There are, however, more than a few available sparring partners in the village, and that's almost as good. Jason's been ~~brooding~~ keeping mostly to himself since he returned from the shrine, but today, he decides he could use a little exercise. So he heads down to the dojo to see if anyone else is around and in a mood to get physical ~~no not like that~~.

Turns out the dojo is empty, save for Nida. And it's always a little awkward to face someone who's seen parts of you that you'd rather keep hidden away, if the creeping anxiety that crawls up Jason's throat when he sees Nida is any indication. But Jason's already here, and turning around to leave right away would call attention to the awkwardness, so. He clears his throat and knocks on the door frame.

"Hey. This a private party?"

Brigitte had eventually heard, of course, about Danny Rand disappearing. She hadn't known the man well, but he had become one of her trainers at the dojo, so this was her first experience with that odd, shifting, unsettled anxiety -- the realisation that anyone, anyone can be whisked away at any moment. Perhaps it was another reminder to hang on all the harder to the people you knew, and to cherish them when you could.

But if she'd been worried about the dojo going abandoned in the man's absence, she's relieved to find that it's taken up new ownership: when she walks in today, she sees Nida in the middle of finishing up Danny's last preparations, overhauling it even more, maintaining the space and adding more practice weapons.

"It's looking good," she remarks from the doorway as she looks in, casting her gaze across his handiwork.

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Closed Curry Dinner Mingle

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