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toplvl2020-10-19 11:26 am
sockhopsolly) wrote in toplvl2020-10-19 11:26 am
Time to Make the Donuts
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.
Samuel Solomon / Y the Mystic ✨ Superhero OC
The entire city has had an oppressive, dark aura recently, like having a hand hovering over your shoulder all day. The air is sticky in the throat. Music doesn't lift spirits like it normally does. Voices of loved ones somehow seem grating and irritating. Strangers seem dangerous, no matter how they look or act. And just as it all seems to be piling up, darkness poured atop darkness like overflowing tar, thick dark clouds roll in. Just what it needs. Something to push everyone over the edge.
When the lightning bolt flies, it's unnatural, enormous, so bright it's like the sun is shining at midnight for just a second. The shadows in that light show a hidden truth. Horrid, tiny misshapen creatures lurking everywhere, clinging to surfaces and people's skin, whispering evil words. It's a flash of seeing the reality of the situation, but one thing persists. In the sky a single figure outlined against the full moon, the only clear spot in the clouds, surrounded by seven swirling shapes that strike and swoop at the lone force facing them. The solitary silhouette is struck by a perfectly timed combined assault and starts to fall, twirling down to make a nasty crash landing.
Aww, bollocks, thinks Y as he plummets. Maybe he's headed for a window, or a dumpster, or someone with supernatural abilities able to save him. If he's lucky. Either way, his other thought will probably be true. This is gonna hurt.
2: Sam is Sometimes Useful
Sam may be the owner of Solomon International Antiques, one of the world's leading organisations in antiques, collectables and archaeology, but he's also one of their foremost experts. Since he doesn't do much in regards to the direct running of the company, he can be found just about anywhere there are mysterious artefacts about. He enjoys it even when it's mundane, but somehow he's always ending up pulled into magic shenanigans.
"Ah, hello, I'm Sam," he introduced himself as he entered the branch of SIA that called him in. In his civilian identity, he's much less striking than when he's Y the Mystic. Black hair, frame made smaller by a suit, sunglasses hiding he's a cyclops. And whereas Y never fails to put on a show, speaking with his hands and walking like a dancer, Sam moves stiffly and shuffles. "They said you had something no one else could recognise, and that's when they call me."
You wouldn't think he's a multi-millionaire, let alone a flamboyant magician.
2, it is TIME.
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“Oh, uh, a chatelaine. I love these,” he says as he snaps on a pair of thin rubber gloves. “So, what did you want to know about it?”
He goes out of his way to keep his attention on the piece rather than her. Not only to try to keep her attention there too, but also because it fits the image more.
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A blood sorcery ritual of divination on behalf of another vampire; Y had seen the aftermath, when she was a somewhat out of it from opening her mind to the abyss. The abyss has a bad habit of poking a finger through those openings. She had probably been out of sorts for a couple nights afterward.
"I know nothing about this sort of thing, to be honest. I don't know whether to keep it to hang on a Christmas tree or to sell it. And you're said to be an expert in your field."
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"That's what they tell me, but really, it's all just reading a lot." He holds it up with one hand and pushes his shades up his nose with the other, making sure she doesn't see that distinctly shocking blue of his eye. "Well, uh, like I say it's a chatelaine. You don't hang them from a tree, but from your belt. And then, the little chains, you affix things to them."
He runs a finger down a chain each time he offers an example.
"Thimble, scisorrs, keys, mirror. Traditionally, worn by the lady of the household. They're kind of like a feminine version of... those really big keyrings jailers in fantasy dungeons have. So... that's what it is!"
He hopes that was suitably dorky enough he seems nothing like Y. Now he just has to figure out a way to keep his hands on it long enough to do a proper scan.
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She glances from the chatelaine to Sam, head tilting to one side. In a way, she's playing down her public persona, too. Pretending to be human, breathing and blinking and all. Just an eccentric person who's shown up late at night.
At least she used the front door this time.no subject
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He's wearing sunglasses at night, and keeps drawing attention to them by pushing them up. It's weird, and puts her on edge somewhat. She's now paying closer attention to him.
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"Oh, yes, absolutely. In fact, wearing silver is one of the best ways to preserve it, so you'd be doing a favour to it." He turns on his heel, running his fingers over book spines, making his time to search for the appropriate one. He has a feeling he's seen something similar sometime... "And the chains are easy enough to replace if they have to be."
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As he turns to the bookshelf, she continues to watch him curiously, reaching out with the very lightest psychic touch to skim across the surface of his mind. She's reading emotional resonances only, not actual thoughts, similar to the very first time she met Y.
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But things might go in his favour unintentionally when he takes too long to decide- he feels a little nervous, but not in danger. And with a hint of excitement from being in her presence.
With a bit of luck, maybe it just seems like he's an awkward nerd who gets apprehensive around pretty girls.
He plucks out a book, being gentle with it as if it's a treasure in itself. "Uh, yeah! The oils in skin, they help protect it- not! That your skin looks oily."
Maybe forcing the nerd too much. Usually, he just tries to be boring.
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It seems Phaedra has no suspicions regarding who Sam is, just a healthy curiosity about him. And about that book, now. "What's that for?"