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WHO Cain (insertdadjoke), Duke Pantarei (radiantwingedone), River Tam (problematical).
WHEN January 7-10th.
WHERE GET UP ON THE TURTLE'S BACK!!
WHAT Camping trip! Because why not, we ask you?
WARNINGS TBA if they come up.

There wasn't really any point to this excursion, Cain would be the first to admit that. Despite it all, he was pretty excited to get out in the wild again for just a few days. Sure, he could get camping at any time in any world, this one or his own, but he hadn't. It was a certain fondness for modern living that kept him comfy with all the trappings where he was, but all the trappings were not quite assured right now and it was the perfect chance to break away.

Having some people along wasn't necessary. That didn't mean he wasn't going to extend the invitation and head out with new or old friends alike, see what might come of it. That was definitely part of the fun.

WHO Cain (Jacob Kane) [insertdadjoke] / you!
WHEN All of October.
WHERE Wherever you want him to be, tbh. More specifically: Midnight Hotel, Healer's Guild, Dojo-area, etc.
WHAT Cain's catch-all for the month of October.
WARNINGS Currently N/A.

( Out 'n about / healer's guild / midnight hotel | closed to Bakura: dojo )

Who When Where What Warn

"Jacob Kane" (Cain) & You Catch-all for the rest of August Various places in Keeliai Cain reacclimatizes to life on a a turtle floating through the Dreaming. Basically just make something up and I bet you Cain is there somewhere. The thread with Gene delves into imagery of torture and child abuse. (If you could take a moment, consider filling this out!)

There was a whole lot that hadn't actually changed in the city. Small things, different businesses here and there, maybe a few more houses in one district and some converted or otherwise gone in another. It was familiar in the way any city was after a time lapse, although Cain would be the first to admit that it was a significant enough change for hardly a year's time since his last visit. At least that meant it was easy to catch up on old ground.

However, now he found himself staying at and working at the Hotel however temporarily until he got his feet truly underneath him. That was good, a simple task to keep an eye on people and make himself comfortable again. Working with the Metalworkers on his own projects kept the rest of the time occupied. The vast majority of Cain's free time, however, was spent exploring the city and feeling out the atmosphere, talking to kedan and foreigners alike. He had cleaned himself up and changed his wardrobe just enough to look older than his usual early-twenties for a change of pace. Usually, this wasn't the sort of thing Cain would care about; usually, this was the sort of bed the city could make and lie in all on its own for the denial of taking responsibility they'd dragged in themselves; usually, he wasn't stuck here forced to be a part of it with a bunch of others who were in much the same situation.

Usually, it sucked to have a sense of responsibility for those he felt close to.

Most of his days consisted of hitting up local businesses, making himself known to the locals as someone helpful and harmless and getting whatever gossip he could. Cain checked in on the few friends he had, and looked to make any more to improve his own situation. It never hurt to make use of a specifically positive image, after all. He might as well have a bit of fun with it.

WHO Jacob Kane (Cain), Skulduggery Pleasant.
WHAT Just a friendly drop-by to see how the other is doing. Maybe get some info. In the name of friendship, clearly.
WHEN Sometime at the end of October, idek.
WHERE ME-1A.
WARNINGS N/A thus far.

Things were getting quiet again. Riva had gone back to Midii after staying with him for a while (which was weird, but not too weird on Cain's new scale of relative weirdness on the whole of being here, anyway), and that meant he was alone to himself. That was nothing new, but it was something he noticed after having lived with Riva a few days, and his brother, niece and their freeloader/house arrestees for a few months before that. It gave him time to think, gave him time to get settled back into his own skin.

What it really gave Cain time to do was realize what a fucked up situation he had been pulled into. Nothing was ever straight and narrow in life, but damn if this wasn't more crooked than usual. Giant, possessed continent turtles and fucked up clocks and psychic baby turtles and the lands between the realms of life, death and dreaming. None of it sat well with him, and he wasn't afraid to admit part of it was in fact due to him being an old man in soul who was damn well acquainted with how things were. Now they weren't. That was aggravating... and maybe a bit unnerving. Just what was the world's oldest man (back home, anyway) supposed to do about an invisible enemy? What did they expect him to do about a torn populace of newcomers? Stepping up and taking charge... he definitely could, and something might even come of it. The real question was: did he want to? Getting involved like that was going to bite him in the ass sooner rather than later.

Maybe he would just sit and stew for a while longer. His phone still had juice and that had music... Yeah, maybe he'd just put something on and see about getting some kind of research done. The network might not be safe to post on, but there wouldn't be harm in going back to see what kind of things had already been committed to the forums, right? You could learn a lot about a person from their social networking habits.