September Catch-All for Klaus Von Reinherz

[purered]

Characters: Klaus and YOU!
Date: September 2015 (2016 in game)
Location: Various
Situation: September (aaaand some of August probably) Catch-All
Warnings/Rating: Will be given as needed in the headers.



A. Closed to Enjolras and Backdated to 8/11

Klaus was hard to miss, especially in a fairly quiet cafe. He was seated with his back to a corner with a cup of something that might have once been coffee but the wanton use of cream and sugar and foam had mutated it into some sort of caffeinated abomination from sugar hell.

Klaus had a bit of a sweet tooth. The strawberry danish had never stood a chance.

Getting his phone charged had been a blessing. At the present time, he was playing a rousing game of Prosfair on it. Not against anyone but the phone itself, and it was a simplified version at that. He enjoyed it nonetheless, and it made for a pleasant distraction while he waited for Enjolras.

B. Closed to Raine - Cooking up a Storm (Hotel Kitchen)

It was, of course, a phenomenally bad idea. But it was something he'd have to learn to do for himself. He wasn't a child for God's sake, and Gilbert wasn't here to handle the cooking. It was embarrassing, really, that he'd never learned. He was perfectly good at any other sort of housework, but something about mixing ingredients and staying in one spot to make sure they didn't congeal was somehow beyond him.

That being said, Klaus tied the apron around his middle with the grim determination he reserved for dealing with the most unpleasant of vampires. He set his jaw, and picked up the small book of recipes, deciding to start with something simple.

How hard could pancakes be?

C. OPEN - Flower Shop (Wood District)

It was a small shop in the Wood District that had a smaller greenhouse attached to the back. The owner was an elderly Kedaan gentleman and he handled the floor of the shop. Klaus was being paid very handsomely to tend to the plants (and only the plants) on account of his rather... extreme features nearly sending an old woman into cardiac arrest.

That had been an interesting day. He'd mentally filed it under 'never speak of this again'. Much of that mental file seemed to have Zapp's name recurring frequently.

The afternoons were nigh unbearable, especially in the greenhouse, though you'd hardly know it looking at Klaus. He was more than content to see to the plants that were blooming beautifully in spite of the heat and drought.

He really had a green thumb.

D. OPEN - Daily Constitutional

He took a walk through and to various districts when the evenings were cool. He was getting a feel for the city the way he had a feel for Jerusalem's Lot. The ebb and flow of her people, the trends and lingo - Klaus found the best way to get over any culture shock was the act of simply immersing himself in it. He stopped at stalls and asked about wares, he wandered the back alleys quite sure no one would be keen to pick a fight.

In another month or so, he'd know the city well enough that he may as well have lived there all his life.

He may or may not have been keeping an eye out for any trouble with the city's most recent visitors. Klaus was a trusting man in general, and always willing to give the benefit of the doubt, but there was a low key tension that left him worried about what might happen next.

E. OPEN - Letter (forward dated to 9/16)

This makes it the third time in so many months.

Please consider some restraint. He would have been worth questioning.

Klaus was seated outside the Midnight Hotel on a stone bench. He stared at the small, neatly folded letter that bore his unmistakable handwriting. He stared at it for some time.

Then, with great care, he removed his spectacles and dragged his hands down his face with an exhale of frustration.

...This really was getting to be a bad habit.

Comments

[ruinsprofessor]

Despite living outside it, Raine still stopped by the Hotel every so often, to check on the people who did still live there. She realized who and what the kitchen contained a few seconds after she passed, and stopped, backtracked curiously.

...Klaus was quite tall in person.

But besides that, he was cooking, and he looked puzzled, and Raine was sure some people would have things to say about her being in the kitchen, but none of them were present and it was entirely possible she could be of assistance! "Good afternoon," she said from the door, and came inside a little bit, already smiling. "What are you making?"

C

[oceantier]

Finding Lapis on the streets in the city was no small thing. The Gem preferred the high-up sanctuary of the rooftops where she could watch without being seen, learn without being understood. She risked the street only rarely -- generally in the quieter evening hours or in the minutes before dawn, when few people wandered and she was left to her own solitude. Staring down from the rooftops, she made her own deductions, chose her own impressions, and imagined that she was safe.

Why she risked this now for Klaus, for an idea that was almost too wild for reality, she couldn't quite say -- but she went, landing bird-light on the earth near the flower shop where she'd found him working, quickly shifting to behind a large, potted tree left as part of the store display on the walk.

Biting the inside of her lip, she waited for him to emerge, surrounded by the heady aroma of blooming flowers.

Super Late! I apologize.

[solo_patria]

Caffeinated abominations from sugar hell were one of those things they were good at here. Back during the war, Enjolras had usually opted to keep alert as much as possible, with the help of more concentrated espresso, and enough of it that it was a good thing he was dead, or he'd have probably ended up with some kind of heart problems before very long.

But afterwards, with things calming down a little, he'd done some branching out, settling on lattes as his own caffeinated poison. He slipped into the cafe, gave Klaus, because how COULD he miss him, yeah, a little nod, and went up to the counter before he joined him a few minutes later.

"I hope I did not keep you too long."

D. EARTH SECTOR; 20 SEPT

[peacefullywreathed]

Though Solomon had sworn not to busk again, he'd made a few good contacts during his two weeks on the streets and there was no reason to burn those bridges. Especially since they gave him a few extra contacts within the general population. He'd never had musical contacts before, however, and without sheet music or a way to get it ... well, the unofficial music group was convenient.

Every now and then they'd meet in a park or courtyard in one of the sectors. Initially the kedanese buskers were more interested in Solomon and his mental library, but by this point they had incorporated a good deal of what music he had to offer into their own. And, in return, kedanese music was something new for him.

So, while Klaus was passing a courtyard in Earth Sector one day, he (and all the other passersby) would get treated to a medley of various songs, with strains of familiar melodies. One, in particular, might sound especially familiar.