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apocalypsehowcomm2021-09-27 08:42 pm
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[open log] Spend all your time on money
Who: Danny and YOU!
When: Arrival before the September event
Where: Various; ADI HQ and housing, Dogtown, Packer's Cut, generally out and about
Summary: Danny's getting himself settled in, which means throwing himself into investigation ASAP and scoping out both the area and the ADI, and also considering starting work at one suspicious steakhouse.
Warnings: alcohol and homelessness references, stalking, possible cannibalism implications, general paranoia and overworking
I. ADI HQ and housing
Alright, fine, he lives here now. Sure. Danny's not too keen on crashing on ADI premises, but he's never stayed in an apartment and had to pay rent before, so at least until he figures that out he'll stay here. It's fine, this is fine.
...Okay, not really fine. Given his recent experiences being monitored by complete strangers and the fact his last proper home was with his less-than-stellar parents, there's no denying that he absolutely hates it here. His poor roommates will probably have a hard time catching him, since he fully intends to stay out of his assigned unit as much as possible, save for the most necessary personal needs. He'll stick around the housing area outside just long enough to catch them both, of course, to make sure they know he lives with them now and isn't some random breaking in or anything, but he's also going to be more than a little anxious to leave as soon as possible.
Housing aside, Danny's going to do some snooping around HQ while he's here. Not so much the digging around kind, though, moreso just kind of loitering in strategic positions and not-so-subtly spying on people as they go about their business. He catches some looks from certain ADI employees, but that's not really stopping him from doing it. He doesn't trust this agency as far as he can throw it, and he's pretty sure no amount of werewolf strength would even let him lift it. So. Snooping.
II. Just walkin' around
Danny's not much of a homebody, being pretty used to not having a home to hang around in, so a large part of his arrival to Glaucester is just going to be lots and lots of walking. Sometimes he's strolling around the streets among the growing number of tourists around, but he's just as often sticking his nose in seedier places for clues and hideouts. Dogtown is high on his list of destinations, given, well, dogs; thankfully he's taken Shiroe's advice despite the initial confusion and armed himself with whatever booze he could get his hands on, either ransacked from an ADI fridge or picked up cheap from a convenience store on the way out.
Before he hits the ghost town, though, he'll gladly stop for anyone who looks like they need a hand or just might have some handy info for him and be inviting enough for him to muscle past his shyness. He has a particular interest in music, often stopping for buskers here and there.
III. Dogtown
Once he's to Dogtown proper, though, it's time to get down to brass tacks. With his offering in one hand, Danny sets about properly skulking about. He's not quite stupid enough to directly engage its hungry inhabitants, but after enough time lurking here anyone who's also exploring or has followed him in might find him doing the following. As if you're the one who's suspicious and not, say, the definitely strange inhabitants of this place. Perhaps in the shadows of the trees and few surviving buildings you even catch a literal shine in his eyes, unnervingly animal in nature. He might be...a little caught up in something. The Bastion's underlying strangeness since his arrival is a lot more potent out here apparently, considering this is prime real estate for a hungry wolf to prowl.
He's quick to snap back to his senses when called out, though, so maybe he's indulging his urges on purpose somewhat? He's not already trying to scare people, is he?
(He absolutely is. Danny's not about to do any hero-ing without a little fuel in the tank, and the Bastion is hungry. Just a little bit couldn't hurt, right?)
IV. Packer's Cut
Eventually his explorations (and his appetite) bring him to the newest steakhouse in town. Danny hasn't held down much more than convenience store cashier positions before, but after a day roaming around and getting a feel for the place Danny is starting to wonder if maybe he should take a shot at working something nicer. And working with meat? Sounds great for a young werewolf. He 100% has not clocked this place as questionable in the slightest, so one may find him peering at the establishment or otherwise ogling any public job listings around town.
V. Wildcard
Ping/DM me @ ursys#1571 on Discord or send a PM here if you want to set up something else! Danny's working himself to the bone to get himself situated, so there's tons of room to bump into him in various ways. He's also got his IC inbox for mail, visits, and Network messages if that's more your speed.
When: Arrival before the September event
Where: Various; ADI HQ and housing, Dogtown, Packer's Cut, generally out and about
Summary: Danny's getting himself settled in, which means throwing himself into investigation ASAP and scoping out both the area and the ADI, and also considering starting work at one suspicious steakhouse.
Warnings: alcohol and homelessness references, stalking, possible cannibalism implications, general paranoia and overworking
I. ADI HQ and housing
Alright, fine, he lives here now. Sure. Danny's not too keen on crashing on ADI premises, but he's never stayed in an apartment and had to pay rent before, so at least until he figures that out he'll stay here. It's fine, this is fine.
...Okay, not really fine. Given his recent experiences being monitored by complete strangers and the fact his last proper home was with his less-than-stellar parents, there's no denying that he absolutely hates it here. His poor roommates will probably have a hard time catching him, since he fully intends to stay out of his assigned unit as much as possible, save for the most necessary personal needs. He'll stick around the housing area outside just long enough to catch them both, of course, to make sure they know he lives with them now and isn't some random breaking in or anything, but he's also going to be more than a little anxious to leave as soon as possible.
Housing aside, Danny's going to do some snooping around HQ while he's here. Not so much the digging around kind, though, moreso just kind of loitering in strategic positions and not-so-subtly spying on people as they go about their business. He catches some looks from certain ADI employees, but that's not really stopping him from doing it. He doesn't trust this agency as far as he can throw it, and he's pretty sure no amount of werewolf strength would even let him lift it. So. Snooping.
II. Just walkin' around
Danny's not much of a homebody, being pretty used to not having a home to hang around in, so a large part of his arrival to Glaucester is just going to be lots and lots of walking. Sometimes he's strolling around the streets among the growing number of tourists around, but he's just as often sticking his nose in seedier places for clues and hideouts. Dogtown is high on his list of destinations, given, well, dogs; thankfully he's taken Shiroe's advice despite the initial confusion and armed himself with whatever booze he could get his hands on, either ransacked from an ADI fridge or picked up cheap from a convenience store on the way out.
Before he hits the ghost town, though, he'll gladly stop for anyone who looks like they need a hand or just might have some handy info for him and be inviting enough for him to muscle past his shyness. He has a particular interest in music, often stopping for buskers here and there.
III. Dogtown
Once he's to Dogtown proper, though, it's time to get down to brass tacks. With his offering in one hand, Danny sets about properly skulking about. He's not quite stupid enough to directly engage its hungry inhabitants, but after enough time lurking here anyone who's also exploring or has followed him in might find him doing the following. As if you're the one who's suspicious and not, say, the definitely strange inhabitants of this place. Perhaps in the shadows of the trees and few surviving buildings you even catch a literal shine in his eyes, unnervingly animal in nature. He might be...a little caught up in something. The Bastion's underlying strangeness since his arrival is a lot more potent out here apparently, considering this is prime real estate for a hungry wolf to prowl.
He's quick to snap back to his senses when called out, though, so maybe he's indulging his urges on purpose somewhat? He's not already trying to scare people, is he?
(He absolutely is. Danny's not about to do any hero-ing without a little fuel in the tank, and the Bastion is hungry. Just a little bit couldn't hurt, right?)
IV. Packer's Cut
Eventually his explorations (and his appetite) bring him to the newest steakhouse in town. Danny hasn't held down much more than convenience store cashier positions before, but after a day roaming around and getting a feel for the place Danny is starting to wonder if maybe he should take a shot at working something nicer. And working with meat? Sounds great for a young werewolf. He 100% has not clocked this place as questionable in the slightest, so one may find him peering at the establishment or otherwise ogling any public job listings around town.
V. Wildcard
Ping/DM me @ ursys#1571 on Discord or send a PM here if you want to set up something else! Danny's working himself to the bone to get himself situated, so there's tons of room to bump into him in various ways. He's also got his IC inbox for mail, visits, and Network messages if that's more your speed.
I - roommates!!
A few seconds more and he's wandered out of his room, carrying a set of cards with expressions pained on them in one hand, and a melon soda plush in the other (he hadn't decided where to put it just yet. Maybe the trash.) He's seen the two people who stay here a few times, though once would have been enough to memorize the faces. He blinks a few times, taking in his new roommate.
"Huh. Don't think I've seen you before. The bastard that was here before must've up and left, eh? Wonder how he went." Though despite saying that, he doesn't sound terribly concerned.
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"Uh, walked, probably?" He lets out a nervous, semi-forced laugh. The wording of 'how he went' doesn't exactly fill Danny with enthusiasm to stay here. "You live here, right? I'm Danny."
Should he offer a handshake or something? Danny's not sure, so he's just gonna keep up that deer-in-the-headlights stare, apparently.
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Well, as amusing as it would be, he supposes it'll reflect badly on him if he chases somebody out the first day. So he slips the plush doll under the arm holding the cards, and waves his hand in a dismissive gesture.
"Ahaha, no need to be scared! I don't bite!"
Well, he won't bite anyone the company's keeping safe, anyway.
III.
He's prowling the edges of Dogtown, not delving too far in, but eyes warily moving from rooftop to alley to shadowed building, looking for signs of the source of the trouble. Dogs, people, something else-- half-expecting something else, after the kelpies. Avoiding reflective surfaces.
He's a source of fear, certainly, but the fear isn't really... of Danny. He clocks the boy early on, and only stops short to swing one of those handguns around into Danny's face when he gets a little too close in his stalking. No words yet, just gun.
ii
The song he's singing and playing on his guitar has got a nice, lively rhythm to it, a bit more folk rock than his usual sound back home, but hey, he's trying something new. He's, like, expanding as an artist, adapting to the solo singer-songwriter life, you know, making shit work.
(Honestly, it's just practical. He can't really play his old songs the way they're meant to be heard when it's just him with a guitar and no band.)
Anyway, it's a catchy tune, cheery and pleasant as he sings, contrasted with some odd, complicated hooks and riffs in his playing. If Danny listens, like, really tries to make sense of the lyrics, it's kind of... weird. The song's got some mixed messages, and it's hard to say if it's about engaging in chaotic, passionate sex, or if it's about wild, monstrous horses dragging people into watery graves. Depends on how metaphorical the lyrics are meant to be, really.
There's a sign propped in front of his open guitar case: GUITARIST FOR ADOPTION. I LOST MY BAND IN A TRAGIC TIME TRAVEL ACCIDENT ☹️