It's Christmas!

[alderwood]

Characters: Baby turtles and you!
Date: December 25/26/27!
Location: All over Keeliai!
Situation: The baby turtles are hatching, and Christmas spirit comes with them!
Warnings/Rating: Please include warnings in comment subject lines, otherwise have at!

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(B)

[imaginate]

[People Kyle doesn't expect to see today? Septimus. The man's been holed up.. somewhere after Eshai's death and while Kyle didn't connect the two at first, he knew when someone preferred to be by themselves. Things he doesn't expect Sep of all people to be doing, however? Riding a turtle.]

[So of course he has to go say hallo.]

Save some for the rest of us!

[survival_isnt_living]

[Septimus laughs--yes, laughs. Baby's doing a lot for his mood, really she is. Of course, Kyle is a more welcome face than many, if only because the knowledge that he's aware of why Septimus had needed not to deal with the outside world for a few days and wouldn't pry is refreshing.]

Frankly, even if I weren't inclined to, I doubt it would matter. She seems a generous sort.

[Would you like to get bumped by an enthusiastic baby turtle, Kyle? Because you might not have a choice.]

[imaginate]

[He wouldn't - honestly. While he's worried about his friend some demons have to be left to sleep. He's glad for the baby and conveys as much, not just because of the effect it'll have on his mood and Sep's, but because now there's hope and everything seems a bit brighter.]

They all are. Picked a name yet?

[survival_isnt_living]

The girls settled on Riva.

[His smile is wry; he knows he mentioned the name of the city to Kyle, and maybe even that it was in that province that he died. Of course, omitting the mention of Isana and baby might make his contentment with the name a little incomprehensible.]

Not what I'd have chosen, left to myself--but it's probably for the best. [He rubs Riva's shell soothingly.]

[imaginate]

If you'd chosen I think I'd be here for several minutes because it'd include an explanation.

[He smirks, teasingly. Sep has his secrets and Kyle doesn't care for them - they've both seen their fair share of horrors and why bring it up here? When it was in another world and far away?]

Has she eaten yet? [A beat.] More importantly, have you?

[survival_isnt_living]

I'm not as bad as all that.

[Septimus just seems amused, and truthfully, he doesn't think he's a compulsive secret-keeper. He is not always entirely self-aware. Still, the question makes him huff half in exasperation, half in fond familiarity. Kyle is so much like some of his friends back home.]

Her eating well and regularly is the more critical issue. I do know how to pace myself. [He skips sleep more readily than meals.] But yes, we both have.

[imaginate]

Oh, and I'd know?

[Oh, Sep doesn't keep things, necessarily, he just needs to be prodded along now and then. Kyle enjoys it. There's a sense of brotherhood with the man that Kyle might attribute to both of them being soldiers of a kind, but whatever it is, he enjoys it there, and someday he thinks he'll be very grateful for it.]

Good to hear. You mind if I — ?

[He gestures to the turtle, indicating he'd like to climb on.]

[survival_isnt_living]

You've got enough to go on. I don't have that many surprises to me.

[From the man who nearly drowned Kyle once, and still hasn't precisely clarified what his magic could do in his native setting... sure. Not many surprises.

He laughs again and leaps down lightly from her back.] Go ahead, I'm not the one you need to ask. I should stretch my legs, though--I'm not made to be folded up for prolonged periods.

[imaginate]

[Yeah, this from the guy who still hasn't told Kyle the full extent of his powers. It's something Kyle himself would do in that position, and he's sure he can trust Sep, so he just shrugs it off.]

Folded up, he says, and then locks himself in for a week. [Said lightly, as he climbs on to the turtle's back, and receives a delighted telepathic message as well as directions to the nearest snowslope. It's a veiled jab, an encouragement to deal with the root of the problem. Sep's not alone. Kyle'd like to remind him of that at every opportunity.]

[survival_isnt_living]

[Septimus rolls his eyes a bit. Kyle's seen quite a bit more than most people. ...Well, not counting the people during the zombie invasion who saw him set quite a lot of things on fire. Still, he's in too good a mood to actually feel too aggravated, and he's still smiling.

Mildly:] I had legitimate work to do. [Totally his motivation.] I'll keep you two company, so lead the way.

[imaginate]

Moping's not work, my friend.

[He nudges the hatchling, and she moves excitedly. Kyle, surprised by the ease of her movements, nearly falls off, but there's a delighted smile on his face.]

[survival_isnt_living]

Planning is.

[Even so, it's a half-hearted protest. The memories have weight heavily on him the last week or so. Watching Kyle nearly fall off makes him snicker and begin nudging at Riva as he follows them. Maybe he can encourage her to actually make Kyle fall off.

Yes, he sometimes has a sadistic sense of humor. Family trait.]

[imaginate]

Oh?

[Dude, laughing at his misery is not cool B( He keeps a good grip, wondering how ridiculous he'll look if he adds a cowboy hat to his current ensemble of... civilian clothes.]

[survival_isnt_living]

[But it is pretty funny. It'll be even funnier with the cowboy hat.]

Well, the hospital isn't going to plan itself.

[He breaks into a trot to keep up with them.]

[imaginate]

[Kyle is now wearing a cowboy hat because reasons.]

How big d'you want that thing anyway, if it hasn't been built yet?

[survival_isnt_living]

[The cowboy hat earns a snicker. He's never seen anything like that before.

Septimus tilts his head, measuring.]

How long does building such things take in your world?

[imaginate]

A couple of months? But here you've got people who could raise buildings in a matter of seconds.

[survival_isnt_living]

[He smiles faintly and raises a hand, to start ticking off points.]

One: We began truly concrete discussions two and a half months ago, more or less. Approximately a month later I met with Eshai on the subject. [A shadow passes over his face briefly. Riva takes a moment to headbutt him in comfort; luckily Septimus figures it out soon enough to grab a rock and pull on enough earthcrafting to not get knocked over.] That was how we secured the location.

Two: Architecture can take time to determine, especially if it isn't to a base standard design. This one certainly is not, by the standards of any of our worlds, I think.

Three: Raising a building requires materials to raise it with. Stone doesn't go as deep here, and other materials for building are a little hard to come by. Our stop at land helped with that, but that was a good two weeks later.

[He's on a roll here, clearly, and partially thinking out loud. There is a reason he's been working on this so hard--and so enthusiastically.]