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tushanshu_logs2013-04-06 10:03 am
wintershepherd) wrote in tushanshu_logs2013-04-06 10:03 am
[OPEN] Crave for quilt and the Sun
Characters: Jack Frost & ANY
Date: Assorted dates in April
Location: Anywhere
Situation: Catch all log forfirst half of ALL OF April, for both Keeliai and during landfall if needed. A couple of general prompts, ping me for specific starters!
Warnings/Rating: Will add as needed!
KEELIAI; NIGHTTIME
Jack still goes out to paint frost on the windows at night, but the temperature hasn't been anywhere near freezing in over two months and it's now gotten to the point where even with the magic laced into the ice it won't stay, rivulets of melted water destroying the intricate patterns he takes such pride in. He gets frustrated and scrubs them off, starting again and again because he has little else to fill his nights and despite his love of adventure, he is a creature of habit. He's restless and fidgety and anxious, darting from building to building on tenuous gravity and an equally flighty wind.
KEELIAI; DAYTIME
He still has a few deliveries to do during the day, a few kedan who give over their wares to be shuttled around the various Sectors, but it's a fraction of what he normally does, laced with grudging. Jack delivers them just the same, saying nothing about the occasionally withheld payments, hopeful to show that it's the work he appreciates more than the juulan.
But between those sporadic tasks he finds himself drawn to the playgrounds where in past months he'd taken to stopping by. With the increased tensions between the kedan and the foreigners, the children were ushered to and from their schooling with no stops, and their public play spaces were left lonely.
Jack sits in one of the empty swings, dragging bare feet through the sand, telling himself that if he waited, perhaps at least some of the kids would come by...
Date: Assorted dates in April
Location: Anywhere
Situation: Catch all log for
Warnings/Rating: Will add as needed!
KEELIAI; NIGHTTIME
Jack still goes out to paint frost on the windows at night, but the temperature hasn't been anywhere near freezing in over two months and it's now gotten to the point where even with the magic laced into the ice it won't stay, rivulets of melted water destroying the intricate patterns he takes such pride in. He gets frustrated and scrubs them off, starting again and again because he has little else to fill his nights and despite his love of adventure, he is a creature of habit. He's restless and fidgety and anxious, darting from building to building on tenuous gravity and an equally flighty wind.
KEELIAI; DAYTIME
He still has a few deliveries to do during the day, a few kedan who give over their wares to be shuttled around the various Sectors, but it's a fraction of what he normally does, laced with grudging. Jack delivers them just the same, saying nothing about the occasionally withheld payments, hopeful to show that it's the work he appreciates more than the juulan.
But between those sporadic tasks he finds himself drawn to the playgrounds where in past months he'd taken to stopping by. With the increased tensions between the kedan and the foreigners, the children were ushered to and from their schooling with no stops, and their public play spaces were left lonely.
Jack sits in one of the empty swings, dragging bare feet through the sand, telling himself that if he waited, perhaps at least some of the kids would come by...