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

[skyward_eyes]

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

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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.]

Comments

[skyward_eyes]

"Confidence and apparently luck. We probably could have used it on the way back, but your danger sense was damn useful too."

Nida slowly follows after Jason, a thoughtful look on his eyes. Maybe he should have been checking in on Jason more too, but... But there had been Seifer and Rinoa. Well, more Seifer than Rinoa. Clearly he needed to be better at all of this.

"Would you like a bit of a boost?"

[scathefires]

Jason hadn’t exactly reached out to Billy and Nida either. Maybe he should’ve, but his default thought is that nobody needs him around, so he didn’t. Nida and Billy clearly had each other, and they probably didn’t want an awkward third wheel hanging around, or so Jason thought.

Nida’s question draws a wry half-smile from Jason. “You think my confidence needs boosting? Or my luck? I did manage to only die the once, y’know.”

[skyward_eyes]

"I've only almost nearly died, so I don't know," Nida smiles dismissively. IT's just nothing at all to talk about death. He's certain if he goes home he'll die soon after. This is better.

But there is a bit of concern anyway, and he doesn't bother hiding that. "I mean, I guess you probably don't need it, but it could make the workout more productive."

[scathefires]

Jason absolutely can do with more confidence. He fakes it well enough, but deep down, behind the walls he so infrequently allows people to pass through, he's a knotted tangle of insecurities and doubts about his own abilities and self-worth.

"Well, you know what they say," he says, shrugging affably. "'Close only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades.'"

But a more productive workout isn't a half bad idea. Jason mentally weighs the pros and cons for a moment - he doesn't like the idea of artificially boosting his abilities, but the Observers have already seen to that, with his newly-discovered danger-sense. Choice decided, he extends his hand out toward Nida.

"OK. You talked me into it - hit me."

[skyward_eyes]

"Horseshoes?"

Sorry, those don't exist in his world. "There's no saying like that."

It's not really an ability, but Nida does move a step closer, ignoring the pain in his ankle, and grabs Jason's wrist. He closes his eyes to tap into the power a bit easier and tries to will it forth. Like always it takes a bit, fifteen seconds if he bothered to time it, before the tingle is there in his gut that says it's working.

"There you go. Twelve hours of confidence and luck."

[scathefires]

There is a saying like that, but it's kinda nonsensical. Jason shrugs. "Yeah, the horseshoes thing never really made sense to me. Hand grenades, sure - you don't have to be an expert marksman with one of those, just chuck it in the general direction. But I don't get how horseshoes figure into that whole thing."

But enough verbal tango - Jason watches closely as Nida grasps his wrist and concentrates, waiting to see what happens, how long before this change takes effect. As it turns out, he doesn't have to wait long; it's a gentle shift, filling him with the promised confidence. He can tell Nida's power is working, because it's a stark change from his usual lack of confidence in many things.

"Too bad we don't have lottery tickets here," he says, smiling faintly. Thanks, or something like that.

[skyward_eyes]

"Okay, I've only heard about horses in theory and seen some 'horse-like' things Vanille has and I've got to ask two questions. First: who makes shoes for horses? Second: why make shoes for horses? You know what, no, a third. How do those connect to hand grenades? Do you throw them at the horses and hope they don't trample you for insulting their hooves like that?"

Still, he doesn't know that he's quite qualified to discuss a lot of this stuff. Clearly his world was just too reasonable compared to the variety of 'Earths' that he's heard about. Between what he's heard from Tim and Steph during two truths and a lie at the young adults party, he doesn't want to know what other messes Jason's world has going on. Especially when they ride something like monsters. Or, you know, Odin's steed minus a pair of legs. How unreasonable.

"Well, given I've applied it pretty liberally when I can, you might not win much," he smiles at Jason. "But I think it should at least give you enough luck to impress me."