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reverielogs2018-05-16 09:50 am
magneticfields) wrote in reverielogs2018-05-16 09:50 am
I got a new way to live in the storm
» WHO? Magneto Henryk Gurszky & YOU (three open prompts, two closed)
» WHEN? Month of May, after the initial arrival
» WHERE? Various locations around the station
» WHAT? Some things Erik will be doing around the station during the month that your character can get involved with if it sounds interesting.
» WARNINGS? None now, and don't expect to need any. If shit gets weird I'll edit this to reflect that.
Who's gonna steam up all your dance halls (Pool Cleaning) Open
[ Erik stands at the edge of the pool, regarding the stagnant, stinky depths with undisguised disgust. He has a small bag of hand tools, mostly scavenged but a few he made out of scraps, on the floor at his feet. At the moment, it appears that he isn't doing anything, just lifting his hand at a slight angle and staring at the pool. He's searching the drainage system, making sure all the parts are able to move, and identifying where the blockages are.
This is going to be disgusting. ]
Who'll put your lilies in a vase (Door Opening) Open
[ After the conversation in the mess hall with Hermione, Erik wastes no time in finding the door she described on Deck 4. It's just as she said: locked tight. And a window revealing some kind of control room. It doesn't look big enough to be the main control room for the station, at least by Erik's estimation. Perhaps it's some kind of satellite location*. This should make it different from the other doors, again in Erik's estimation. So he sets to trying to pick the lock.
His hand hovers over the lock, fingers moving as he tries to find the tumblers and direct them in the right direction. He grits his teeth. This is harder than he expected. ]
When all the good men have had all their daughters (Playing Chess) Open
[ All work and no play, or whatever. He has downtime sometimes and doesn't sleep much. So when the mess hall is empty he carefully marks a chess board on one of the tables. Not too big, just big enough for two people to sit across from each other and play. The squares are marked by being either much shinier than the rest of the table, or much more matte. For the pieces he takes a couple place settings of silverware and makes them into hollow pieces just big enough to tell what they are. And magnetizes them so they don't float away.
This might be hard to explain if anybody really tries to press him on it. But stranger things have already happened on the station, so he's hoping anybody who notices just takes it in stride. He looks up when somebody else enters the mess, not smiling but his expression softer than usual. Also he's wearing his new casual clothes: a red plaid flannel shirt over a white tshirt and jeans. It's the small things that keep you going. ]
Fancy a game?
All the other men have fallen in with daisies (Roommate Meeting) Closed to Hawkeye
[ He returns to his room eventually. With a peace offering of a bottle of whiskey that's slightly less terrible than the rest of the bar stock. His reaction to Hawkeye's makeshift clinic wasn't the best, and now that there is a facility somewhere else for that sort of thing he feels the need to try to ease the tension somewhat. Luckily, Hawkeye seems like the sort of man for whom a bottle of liquor goes a long way on that front. ]
So what do you think about this roster business? Can't say I'm terribly impressed.
Well I don't wanna be the last one standing (Mutant Meeting) Closed to Rogue, Pietro, and Tommy
[ He might not know what all the acronyms and emoticons mean yet, but he has figured out how to send a private group text. Be proud of him, Steve. ]
Come to my quarters as soon as possible. We need to talk.
I don't wanna reach the bitter end (Wildcard)
[ Anything else you want to do with this guy that I haven't provided a prompt for? Go wild! Feel free to hit me up on![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
Barbeauxbot if you want to brainstorm first. ]
*Heh.
» WHEN? Month of May, after the initial arrival
» WHERE? Various locations around the station
» WHAT? Some things Erik will be doing around the station during the month that your character can get involved with if it sounds interesting.
» WARNINGS? None now, and don't expect to need any. If shit gets weird I'll edit this to reflect that.
Who's gonna steam up all your dance halls (Pool Cleaning) Open
[ Erik stands at the edge of the pool, regarding the stagnant, stinky depths with undisguised disgust. He has a small bag of hand tools, mostly scavenged but a few he made out of scraps, on the floor at his feet. At the moment, it appears that he isn't doing anything, just lifting his hand at a slight angle and staring at the pool. He's searching the drainage system, making sure all the parts are able to move, and identifying where the blockages are.
This is going to be disgusting. ]
Who'll put your lilies in a vase (Door Opening) Open
[ After the conversation in the mess hall with Hermione, Erik wastes no time in finding the door she described on Deck 4. It's just as she said: locked tight. And a window revealing some kind of control room. It doesn't look big enough to be the main control room for the station, at least by Erik's estimation. Perhaps it's some kind of satellite location*. This should make it different from the other doors, again in Erik's estimation. So he sets to trying to pick the lock.
His hand hovers over the lock, fingers moving as he tries to find the tumblers and direct them in the right direction. He grits his teeth. This is harder than he expected. ]
When all the good men have had all their daughters (Playing Chess) Open
[ All work and no play, or whatever. He has downtime sometimes and doesn't sleep much. So when the mess hall is empty he carefully marks a chess board on one of the tables. Not too big, just big enough for two people to sit across from each other and play. The squares are marked by being either much shinier than the rest of the table, or much more matte. For the pieces he takes a couple place settings of silverware and makes them into hollow pieces just big enough to tell what they are. And magnetizes them so they don't float away.
This might be hard to explain if anybody really tries to press him on it. But stranger things have already happened on the station, so he's hoping anybody who notices just takes it in stride. He looks up when somebody else enters the mess, not smiling but his expression softer than usual. Also he's wearing his new casual clothes: a red plaid flannel shirt over a white tshirt and jeans. It's the small things that keep you going. ]
Fancy a game?
All the other men have fallen in with daisies (Roommate Meeting) Closed to Hawkeye
[ He returns to his room eventually. With a peace offering of a bottle of whiskey that's slightly less terrible than the rest of the bar stock. His reaction to Hawkeye's makeshift clinic wasn't the best, and now that there is a facility somewhere else for that sort of thing he feels the need to try to ease the tension somewhat. Luckily, Hawkeye seems like the sort of man for whom a bottle of liquor goes a long way on that front. ]
So what do you think about this roster business? Can't say I'm terribly impressed.
Well I don't wanna be the last one standing (Mutant Meeting) Closed to Rogue, Pietro, and Tommy
[ He might not know what all the acronyms and emoticons mean yet, but he has figured out how to send a private group text. Be proud of him, Steve. ]
Come to my quarters as soon as possible. We need to talk.
I don't wanna reach the bitter end (Wildcard)
[ Anything else you want to do with this guy that I haven't provided a prompt for? Go wild! Feel free to hit me up on
*Heh.
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Oh. Gross. Hair. ]
They take the children from their families?
[ One could argue that's what Charles does, though from Revan's tone Erik is fairly certain the situation he's describing is a bit more complicated. ]
Where I'm from that tends to cause more problems than it solves.
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[ it's a great honor, isn't it? to give a child to the jedi order, to be jedi. kriff, revan hates how much he hates it now. standing on the outside like he does now, he can see how problematic it is, and also see that there's no good solution short of breaking the order down to its very base parts and beginning again. ]
.. Their reasons are-- they make sense, given our abilities and what they're trying to do with them. Jedi aren't supposed to have strong emotional attachments; they should be.. serene, impersonal. They're peacekeepers. [ he draws a knee up to his chest, curling his arms loosely around it. ] I left it. It's not.. me anymore.
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[ He drawls dryly. With any luck the people he's no longer keeping the peace for won't show up. He finishes unclogging the drain. ]
You think you could take some of that water, maybe a quart or so, and run it down the drain? [ He gestures with the screwdriver. ] I'd like to see if I got it all.
[ He stands and steps back as he's talking, pulling a rag out of his pocket to wipe his hands with. ]
You know. A friend of mine once told me that true focus lies between rage and serenity. It sounds like your Jedi would not agree.
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the request earns a small flick of his fingers, though, helping him divide his attention as a second, smaller tornado breaks off from the first, trash separating itself out. it snakes toward the drain, pushing its way down and dislodging additional debris as it goes.
in the meantime, revan's glance flicks to erik again, faintly surprised in spite of himself. ] .. No, the Jedi would very much disagree with that. It's.. not so different from what I believe, though, balancing myself and my abilities between light and darkness, peace and passion.
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If your philosophy is not in favor of tearing children away from their parents, I have to say I'm more inclined to agree with you. For what that's worth.
[ He watches as the water makes it way down the drain, and curses softly under his breath. It didn't drain fast enough. He sighs and gets back to work, rolling up his sleeve to try to keep it relatively clean as he reaches deeper into the drain. ]
The first time he said that to me, I thought it was complete nonsense. Not least of all because I thought that I needed to be angry to do anything. Not that it was difficult, I was angry all the time.
[ He still is, to be perfectly honest. But the fire at this point was more of a smoldering hot coal situation than the raging inferno of his youth. ]
It is easier to keep my wits about me when I don't let it take over.
[ It's so much easier to say these things to this complete stranger than it is to say it to Charles himself. Erik puts that thought aside. Probably forever. ]