Time to Make the Donuts

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THE ON-DUTY MEME



We're all used to playing our characters in special circumstances--sharing a bath, AUed into a robot, in the rain, lost in the ball pit (well that's one way to get your extra hour)...but how often do we get to actually play our characters doing their day jobs?

This meme is for just that.

INSTRUCTIONS
1. Write a starter about your character going about their day at work, wherever that may be.

If your character is a doctor, write them checking in on a patient, or having a meal in the hospital cafeteria. If they're a lawyer, write them at court. If they're a professional ghost-hunter? Yeah, that'd be a pretty neat starter too!

Be sure to include some sort of hook that allows other characters to join in the action, even if your character works alone. Maybe they brought their pile of research out to a cafe? Maybe they need help with something?

2. Respond to other characters' starters. Please tag out if you put a starter up. I know I can't enforce this, but no meme goes anywhere if people don't engage.

3. Thread. Have a good day at work, or perhaps an awful day at work.

Comments

[megazero_to_superhero]

[Since Thiirien caught herself drifting away from the intent of her interrogation, David doesn't offer anything further on the general points of firearms—for now at least. By this point, he figures any attempt at resuming a low profile is pointless. Might as well establish a rapport with the locals. If the IDF were to come knocking, they'd at least be aware and maybe even ready.

Besides, the fact she's outright asking which plane he's from causes David to realize that the people of this dimension might not be strangers to interdimensional travel. Can't mean anything else, he figures—if she's never seen a rifle, it's quite likely they don't have airplanes here. Which means people here probably haven't been anywhere near a dimension with a high-tech civilization. Nevertheless—]

You ever hear of a plane called Primal Earth?

[mammothcheese]

[She thinks for a moment before answering.]

No, I haven't. Does that realm belong to some Daedric Demiprince?

[Most of the alternate planes Thiirien's aware of are ruled over by the Daedra--godlike entities. Though Primal Earth definitely isn't one of the major realms of Oblivion that the well-known Daedric Princes claim, so she's stumped.]

[megazero_to_superhero]

[Though David's never heard of anything by the name "Daedric Demiprince" before, it certainly sounds menacing, which makes him assume—]

Wha—y'mean like demons?

[David shakes his head a bit in emphasis.]

Naw, no way. 'Sa world more like dis. We're all human dere. Or, uh—mostly human.

[mammothcheese]

A world without mer? I'm sure you understand why that would be a nightmare to me.

[Even if he hasn't caught the translation of 'mer', she gestures at her ears in a way that probably makes it obvious.]

[pricklywolf]

Lambert picks up the soap after a while and lathers himself up, making sure to get behind his ears and in all the little places he doesn't often have time to bother with. He's safe, Eskel's sitting right there, so he takes advantage of the bath.

"Yeah, 'til this morning, actually." His face gets a tiny bit pink, a goofy smile stretching his lips, and he keeps his eyes on his task of scrubbing up good. "He wanted to spend the whole year together, at least until I had to go back to Kaer Morhen, but contracts are running thin. Not enough for two witchers, unless we wanted to stick to camping and hunting. So I told him I'd try and meet him again in the harvest season before I head up the mountains."

[wolfdogwitcher]

Eskel grins at him.

"You gonna try to bring him north this year?" He asks, carefully. He's got mixed feelings about encouraging Lambert but he's long since abandoned the idea he could talk the younger witcher out of it. So he might as well be in Lambert's corner, if the other witchers push back. Geralt could go either way on the issue, but Eskel was sure Vesemir would lose his entire shit.

[megazero_to_superhero]

[If it weren't for his visor obstructing his eyes, Thiirien would be able to see David furrowing his brow in mild confusion.]

'Zat like elves? 'Cause I've seen a few where I live. Just, you guys ain't common. I'm guessin' most of 'em come from somewhere else.

[mammothcheese]

Yes, elves, that's the word men tend to use. Translating into your terms--Altmer, high elves; Dunmer, dark elves; Bosmer...[here, she gestures at herself demonstratively]...wood elves.

[megazero_to_superhero]

[There's only a glimmer of understanding when she mentions "dark elves," as David's certainly met some that would fit the notion—but he's never met an elf who went by "high elf" or "wood elf." He figured most elves have a thing for forests, anyway.]

First time I've ever met a wood elf, den. But uh —s'kinda far from a forest, here, ain't it? Notta whole lotta trees.

[Of course, David's used to thinking of places like Perez Park, Salamanca, or Woodvale when he thinks "forest." Places where the trees are so thick you can quite literally walk around on the treetops without any trouble.]

[mammothcheese]

South of the city, the Pale is very woodsy. Though no, this isn't where Bosmer originate from. It's just where I've ended up.

[Thiirien grew up in the woods many miles away, in the southeast end of the province. But that's still not the same as the beauty of Valenwood.]

[megazero_to_superhero]

[David grins again, a bit lopsided—and exaggerated by that cigar that's never left his mouth from the moment the wood elf first sighted him.]

I bet da elves I've seen in Paragon City've got a similar story.

[And let's be honest—that's probably true of most of Paragon's non-human population. The majority of which, in turn, are either heroes or villains, owing to their superhuman natures.]

[pricklywolf]

Lambert sighs and lets himself sink further under the water, trying to submerge himself.

"Maybe. If he wants to." He definitely wants to. The fact that Vesemir's head will explode is merely a bonus. If Aiden agrees, it means he'll get to spend a couple of months with his Cat in a safe place, where they don't have to worry about being tossed out of an inn or watching their backs when they camp. They won't have to worry about making enough coin.

"You gonna help me convince the old man to let him in?"

[wolfdogwitcher]

"I could. I'd want to meet him first. I trust your judgment but I wouldn't want to butt heads with the old man without having something to show for it. Vesemir can't accuse you have having wrapped me around your little finger when we were younger if I like him personally." He smiles ruefully. He'd do anything for either of his brothers, he'd fight and die for them, with them, he'd ride to the ends of the earth to find them and bring them home. But he'd always felt like he had to look out for Lambert, the sensitive and hot-headed novice more than half a century younger than himself.

[pricklywolf]

"Yeah, yeah, I know." With a sigh, he stands up and lets the water cascade off of him, then grabs a towel to dry off as he steps out. "He isn't like the other Cats, though. I think you'd like him."

[wolfdogwitcher]

"He makes you happy, that makes me like him a lot already." Eskel says, watching Lambert with half-closed eyes. "I'm glad you have each other, I think."

[pricklywolf]

Lambert pulls on clean smallclothes and a linen shirt. "You think?" he asks, raising an eyebrow at his brother on his way to grab his dinner. He then takes a seat beside Eskel so he can finish eating. "Why the hesitation? You jealous~? Want me all for yourself~?" He bumps Eskel's shoulder playfully.

[wolfdogwitcher]

"Nah." Eskel bumps him back. "I'm glad you've found somebody. I couldn't be that person, we both know that. But this Aiden guy...well, he must be pretty special, To get back all those walls you've had up since you became a witcher. He better take good care of you." He laughs, tipping his head back to finish his ale.

[pricklywolf]

"Yeah...He does, so don't worry." He hastily shoves a bite into his mouth so he doesn't have to keep talking. It's uncomfortable enough just having Eskel know, even though they've been intimate with each other.

[wolfdogwitcher]

Eskel lets him be, getting up and tidying the room a little. He watches Lambert now and again but doesn't say anything. His brother seems as at ease and happy as Eskel thinks he's capable of. It's nice, the older witcher thinks. Maybe Lambert will find that peace he's looking for.

(Darth) Maul | Star Wars

[survivalthroughhate]

[Considering his "day-to-day" job depending on canon point is either assassin or crime lord, chances are he's skulking in the shadows right now ready to take someone out. Hey, no one ever said it had to be a normal job!

Is that going to be you? The person standing right next to you? Or is he about to take out the whole room to leave no witnesses while you try to find a place to hide?]

[pricklywolf]

Once he's finished, Lambert puts his dishes on the table, then goes to start cleaning his armor. The rain had washed most of it off, so it doesn't take long. What takes the longest is actually taking care of his sword. The silence really gets to him, though, so he glances up at Eskel.

"Had any fun contracts lately?"

[wolfdogwitcher]

"Had an absolutely crazy Leshen contract." Eskel says, his eyes lighting up at the prospect of bragging. "The damn thing might have been as old as the Conjunction and it was clever. Tracked it for days And then I lost him, would you believe?" He shakes his head. "Well, I'm combing the edge of the woods and I come to this crossroads." He toes off his boots, rolling his shoulders. "And there's an old man sitting there, still as a stone, with a huge black wolf at his feet. He was sitting with a little bowl for alms in front of him. And I said 'You shouldn't be out here, old man, it's dangerous' and he goes..." Eskel drops his voice to a shuddering creak. "'Come closer, my son, for I am old as the mountains and I cannot hear.'" Eskel shakes his head. "I shoulda known but my medallion didn't jump until it was too late. The old lifted his head and his eyes were like burning embers in a sea of black. And the then the wolf was on top of me."

[pricklywolf]

Lambert chuckles softly, but as the story starts to get more interesting, he turns his attention fully on Eskel. "Fuck, you really fell for that?"

[wolfdogwitcher]

Like I said, my medallion didn't react, so I thought maybe I was being paranoid, chasing this thing around in the damn woods do long. Anyway, the wolf's on top of me and I can't get to my swords so I had to cast Igni to get it off me. Everything smelled like burning fur. And I could hear the old man laughing and laughing and laughing. And when I get up he's gone but there's a fog so think I could barely see the trees. And just when I think I've lost him again..."

He unbuckles his belt, tugging trousers down and smalls up, showing a cluster of scars twisted into his thigh where the Leshen and caught him on its antlers.

"Thing gored the shit out of my leg."

[pricklywolf]

"Shit!" Lambert exclaims, wincing at the sight of the warped flesh. "Looks like it hurt. But you're obviously not dead, so...how'd you kill it?"