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bike stuff

[ushiri]

How is the work going?

[diametrically]

[ This isn't the first time he's encountered the weird sparkly text. He's too observant not to, but even if he had been the completely oblivious sort, sparkly words appearing out of nowhere is kind of hard to miss.

It had been easy to ignore the other general chatter that appeared in front of him - something about someone asking about everyone's holidays and their wishes for the year, which had then quickly devolved into lots of people yelling at some guy. At least, that's what it seemed like. He hadn't read too much into it to find out.

This message however is clearly for him. It takes him a minute to respond because he doesn't know how. ]

i'm getting a lot of exercise in. learning the routes around the castle.
do you always check on the new hires?

Early April

[stations]

Hey
Sorry
Hi, I don't know if you remember me, it's that guy who like
Stole your memories and then immediately made it really weird and stuff
I'm so sorry to bother you but um
I think there might be an incident happening in your room right now

Re: Early April

[diametrically]

[ What the fuck? ] 

incident?
what incident?

end of march

[ushiri]

Just a heads up, something might be going on with the portals. Wilhelm ended up dumped on the beach without his bicycle.

We're still looking for it.

[diametrically]

any idea how?
i'll keep an eye out for the bike
worse comes to worse we can make another one
he's alright otherwise?

[ordinar]

Hi Alyx.

Kyle told you about what happened with the portal, right? The bike that went missing? Well, I found it using a spell, so Kyle thought it would be a good idea for me to teach it to you too.

If you want.

[diametrically]

he did
glad to hear you're alright

[ He had said as much to Kyle but a bike was a simple thing to replace. Wilhelm wasn't.

The offer catches him off guard though. There's a pause before he responds. ]

a finding spell?

[unresponsives]

what should i call you?

( it seemed like a good starting point for clearing the air... maybe? )

private 5ever

[diametrically]

[ Truthfully, he doesn't want the air cleared with anyone. If he had his way he'd just chalk it up to a horrible dream and nothing more than that. What happened to them was wildly out of their control, something that even he can see despite the coiling anger and frustration in his belly aimed at the faction leaders and at himself.

And it's for that reason alone that he doesn't outright ignore Heather. Because they didn't ask for that to happen to them. It just did. And now they had to deal with the aftermath and learn how to move on from it. ]

if we're outside the castle, alyx.

backdated to right post-event

[magicalarchaeologist]

Cassian. How are you?

[diametrically]

istredd

[ There's a pause as if he's thinking about how to answer. Or maybe even how truthful he wants to be. ] 

it's too soon to say
how are you doing?

— post event!

[starscollapse]

[ While she might not be as outwardly troubled as some after their recent strange circumstances, Merrin isn't entirely unbothered. What happened has given her a glimpse more deeply into the nature of this world's power, what it is capable of, what they have to contend with for however long they remain. It is powerful, unpredictable, capable even of twisting their thoughts and stealing their memories. It is not fear that she feels deep within, though it would be false to say she isn't concerned. Rather, there is respect for what little she knows of it, a deep resolve to continue learning, strengthening her power, pushing back against what would seek to harm them all.

It is the exact nature of the stone structure at the center of everything that continues to elude her (and everyone else). It would be impossible and foolish to ignore the Singularity entirely, yet she is also a doer, someone of action. She is not the type to puzzle things out as much as some, so she will focus her efforts on reacting, protecting, doing what she can, where she can, as much as she can.

That continues to manifest in learning about where she currently resides, and given their close quarters and their knowledge of their shared galaxy, she wishes to better know the man who seems understandably troubled after the mass shared illusion. It seems an easy way to start a conversation to offer what ended up being an unexpectedly pleasing treat at the Blossom Cake Festival. Carrying a small plate and returning to their shared room, Merrin sets the plate down, carrying a few cupcakes with some pretty designs. ]

You should eat. They were not unpleasant.

[diametrically]

[ Whereas Merrin has come out of this whole ordeal with respect for the unknowns of this magical maelstrom they've been thrust into, Cassian can't say the same. But a similarity that they do share is that sense of needing to learn more of this place, to really dig his fingers into understanding how he can protect the few that he's quietly resolved to look after.

Doing so is a fine balance however. In order to do that means venturing into topics and areas he had so staunchly refused to for the last six months of him being here. The process has been slow going as he continues in a constant back and forth between trying not to be a stubborn ass and falling back to occupying himself with caring for River, courier duties, and his own black market dealings.

It's rare that he and the woman to run into each other in this room. Both seem to use this room as simply a place to sleep and little else. But he's between jobs and just removing his coat and gloves when she appears. He gives her a nod of thanks before his eyes skip to the beautifully coloured cupcakes. ]

Is that 'not unpleasant' in a good way or a I would be better off saving room for proper dinner?

Forward Dated to a few hours before the coup

[magicalarchaeologist]

Cassian. I've been alerted that there is about to be a coup in Thorne. We won't be able to stop it, it's already in motion. I don't know what we'll be doing, if they just shut us in our rooms or something else, so I need you to get to River and stay with her.

[diametrically]

[ He's not asleep. How can he sleep when something akin to a storm rages in his veins? For once not sleeping is a benefit because when Istredd's handwriting scrawls across the ceiling of his room, he knows it isn't a dream. ]

i'm going now
how did you find out?

[ He's already moving across the room, casting a glance towards his slumbering roommate. He'd wake her momentarily once he's dressed. ]

are you safe?

THE NIGHT IT ALL GOES TO SHIT, at some ungodly time in the morning. like 4 am.

[exuviage]

Alyx

[ dude are you awake ]

2 minutes later.

[exuviage]

[ yanno what fuck it ]

something dropped a biological weapon on cadens a couple hours ago, looks like a cloud of gas/dust. might have have come from the west/north, debilitating if it gets in the respiratory system/eyes. keep water on hand and an eye out to the south/east in case it moves far.

July 1st

[magicalarchaeologist]

Cassian.
I don't want you or River to worry.
I'm being brought to the dungeons. I don't know for how long.
But I'll be okay.

[diametrically]

for what
what was the charge?
did they find out about your knowledge of the coup?

moments after the explosion.

[vixening]

Tell me you're both safe.

[diametrically]

we're safe
are you? was there damage to nott?

July 5, evening.

[exuviage]

Most of Aquila's treasury cabinet has apparently been assassinated.

[diametrically]

[ The response comes immediately because of course it does. ]

has anyone claimed the assassinations?

delivery 🎁

[sophos]

[ at some point over the wintertide & solstice season, shortly before their invitation and arrival to the nether, cassian will find a package delivered to his current home in nott, containing a handmade knitted gift for the occasion. ]

wrapped neatly and tied with a bow, please find inside a starry blue scarf and space themed hat that didn't turn out as galaxy-esque as she hoped. there's only a short note that simply reads:

Happy Holidays
♥ Annabeth

portal shenanigans

[ushiri]

Are you still with River?

[diametrically]

yes. we just arrived in Solvunn
where are you?

you know ;)

[techmaturgy]

I need a favor, if you are able.

👀

[diametrically]

you'd be doing me the favour
what is it?

action!

[thoughts]

[ river has taken to life in the feywilds better than one might expect, given their circumstances and the troubled state of the world. it'd be easy enough to call it her endless fascination with the place itself, this enchanted forest that seems like a much grander version of her domain in the horizon. but simple curiosity isn't enough to explain the way she seems... lighter, almost floaty, if there was any one word to describe her behavior lately.

like the way she appears now, wearing one of the few dresses she's kept with her since their time in castle thorne. it's starting to stain, worn at the edges from her adventures through the duskwoods. at least she's been good about wearing her boots when she's out there, unlike the bare feet that pitter patter against the ground as she all but skips through the cascading boughs to find where cassian might be choring today. ]

Kassa!

[ she smiles when she sees him, this man that was once a stranger and is now a central pinnacle of her ability to survive in this chaotic world. after months ( or centuries ) of practice, kenari rolls easily off her tongue as she beams at him. ]

Are you ready for today's game?

[ it's her new favorite game of "which of these strange fruit will we eat for breakfast tomorrow and which ones are poison?" as she starts pulling a colorful array out of her trusty bag of holding. ]

[diametrically]

[ For all his grump and constant exasperation, Cassian has taken to the Feywilds too. Then again, that's always been his way regardless of planet or environment: Adapt. Survive. It's a familiar pattern, something easy and reliable to fall back on. He just hadn't expected to add something else in his two step plan: Live.

Taking up residence with River in the Feywilds had been something temporary, or at least he had told himself as much. She would always have a safe place to rest no matter where she spun or danced off into the universe and that has remained true now. But then they had grown into normalcy and dare he say, it came with a sense of domesticity too. It crept up in small ways: with the patching of her dresses that grow worn at the edges, the mending of the soles of her boots to keep her steady and safe on her adventures, making passable meals that are slowly becoming more than just a bachelor's way of cooking.

Bent over a patch in the garden is she finds him. Though he looks up with a wary expression there is a fondness there that he doesn't bother to hide as the days have stretched on. Back in Mandarin he asks - ]

Do I have to get my antidotes ready?