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apocalypsehowcomm2022-03-17 06:01 am
licensetotrill) wrote in apocalypsehowcomm2022-03-17 06:01 am
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Log: The Point of No Return
Who: Jaskier and YOU
When: March 14ish and beyond
Where: ADI Building + Flophouse
Summary: Jaskier arrives to - not as much fanfare as he generally hopes to arrive to, but one can't have everything.
Warnings: tw for mentions of graphic violence in Caduceus' thread.
Arrival - OTA/ADI Headquarters
Jaskier arrives in a janitor's closet. It takes a bit of doing for him to get himself out of it - mostly by his elbow catching on the lever-style door handle and him falling backwards out of it. His bottle of liquor is a nice thick glass, though, and does not break, and that's really what matters most to him at the moment.
He still gives a few pointed curses. He's covered in bruises from that last fight and being shoved under a table like four times. At least two times too excessive, he feels. Jaskier uncorks the bottle and takes a long pull from it, giving a small cough as he re-caps it to make sure nothing is lost. Merciful Melitele that shit burns terribly. He's pretty sure some of the witchers have to clean their swords with it.
Does the job, though.
"Hello-? Geralt?" Jaskier calls as he wanders. This really doesn't look like Kaer Morhen, but he's hardly had time to explore the whole of the Keep. "... Geralt's - uh, brothers?" Jaskier calls next, followed by "Child Surprise?" and then finishing it off with an utterly exasperated "Yennefer?"
He'll take anyone.
Arrival (Reprise) - OTA/Bonnie's Flophouse
It's well into full dark by the time Jaskier gets let go after being taken to their doctors to see to his injuries (just bruises and scrapes he's fine he's had worse - what's a 'concussion'?) given the runaround (fear drinking entities that wish harm upon the world, got it, same shit different day) and a crash course in what a phone is (... that too most of the time and even then Jaskier thinks it was more 'good enough' than certainty he understood). He takes one look at the rules for the barracks before opting for the flophouse instead, with a comment aside about a curfew and not being some noble maiden needing to protect her chastity. He'll take the indentured servitude over being treated like a bloody child, especially if he's being trusted enough to assist in stopping an apocalypse.
He's still grumbling about it when he's dropped off at the flophouse, bag made of a weirdly slick feeling but not wet fabric slung over one shoulder stuffed with what they called some essentials. He's really curious as to what they think are essentials given nobody gave him an instrument. Now he just has to find his room… well, he can either ask the first person he sees or just find a door and take his chances.
A Search For Knowledge - OTA/ADI Headquarters
A full night's sleep and a chance to recover from a mild hangover and Jaskier is feeling much better, far more up to being a curious little bird. First things first.
"Hello- yes, I was told there was a library here? You wouldn't happen to know where it is, would you?"
Look, he was told the only people in this building are ones who have business here, he's just assuming whoever he asks will know or will be able to point him to someone who does know.
When: March 14ish and beyond
Where: ADI Building + Flophouse
Summary: Jaskier arrives to - not as much fanfare as he generally hopes to arrive to, but one can't have everything.
Warnings: tw for mentions of graphic violence in Caduceus' thread.
Arrival - OTA/ADI Headquarters
Jaskier arrives in a janitor's closet. It takes a bit of doing for him to get himself out of it - mostly by his elbow catching on the lever-style door handle and him falling backwards out of it. His bottle of liquor is a nice thick glass, though, and does not break, and that's really what matters most to him at the moment.
He still gives a few pointed curses. He's covered in bruises from that last fight and being shoved under a table like four times. At least two times too excessive, he feels. Jaskier uncorks the bottle and takes a long pull from it, giving a small cough as he re-caps it to make sure nothing is lost. Merciful Melitele that shit burns terribly. He's pretty sure some of the witchers have to clean their swords with it.
Does the job, though.
"Hello-? Geralt?" Jaskier calls as he wanders. This really doesn't look like Kaer Morhen, but he's hardly had time to explore the whole of the Keep. "... Geralt's - uh, brothers?" Jaskier calls next, followed by "Child Surprise?" and then finishing it off with an utterly exasperated "Yennefer?"
He'll take anyone.
Arrival (Reprise) - OTA/Bonnie's Flophouse
It's well into full dark by the time Jaskier gets let go after being taken to their doctors to see to his injuries (just bruises and scrapes he's fine he's had worse - what's a 'concussion'?) given the runaround (fear drinking entities that wish harm upon the world, got it, same shit different day) and a crash course in what a phone is (... that too most of the time and even then Jaskier thinks it was more 'good enough' than certainty he understood). He takes one look at the rules for the barracks before opting for the flophouse instead, with a comment aside about a curfew and not being some noble maiden needing to protect her chastity. He'll take the indentured servitude over being treated like a bloody child, especially if he's being trusted enough to assist in stopping an apocalypse.
He's still grumbling about it when he's dropped off at the flophouse, bag made of a weirdly slick feeling but not wet fabric slung over one shoulder stuffed with what they called some essentials. He's really curious as to what they think are essentials given nobody gave him an instrument. Now he just has to find his room… well, he can either ask the first person he sees or just find a door and take his chances.
A Search For Knowledge - OTA/ADI Headquarters
A full night's sleep and a chance to recover from a mild hangover and Jaskier is feeling much better, far more up to being a curious little bird. First things first.
"Hello- yes, I was told there was a library here? You wouldn't happen to know where it is, would you?"
Look, he was told the only people in this building are ones who have business here, he's just assuming whoever he asks will know or will be able to point him to someone who does know.
bonnies! :v
As soon as he walks in, there's a woman sprawled out on the couch in the common area, feet kicked up on one arm and taking up pretty much the entire thing. She's got baggy pants that tie at her ankles and a tank top, a journal across her stomach and something to write with in her hand. She tilts her head up as he enters, raising an eyebrow as she looks him over.
"Uh. Hey. Who're you?" It's been a while since they had a newbie, Jaskier. Beau's not covinced anyone else was going to turn up for a while. "Did you get lost or are you from ADI?"
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"Yes, ADI was what they called themselves I believe, strange building, apocalypse stopping, that whole ordeal?"
Yeah, he didn't give much thought to maintaining some pact of silence, so it's good he's currently mostly stuck in places where he doesn't have to. He can keep a secret, he just needs some good rest and to get his sea legs under him first. Proverbial sea legs.
He holds out his hand to Beau, undeterred.
"Julian Alfred Pankratz, Viscount de Lettenhove, call me Jaskier. Pleasure to make your acquaintance."
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"That's a hell of a name. Call me Beau." She's not about to give her 27 fancy titles, as it were, mostly because she thinks they're dumb. "So you just tumbled out of the sky and they gave you directions to a random building to go live in it and you said... yeah, that's cool? You could've died, dude."
Great. Great introduction. They are becoming friends.
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"Hardly the first time this week - if I let myself get stopped every time that happened I'd never do anything," Jaskier says with a little shrug. "Though that's not quite right I disagreed with the first building choice - too many rules."
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"Oh, so you're not just some rich kid then. You've seen some shit." Because that kind of logic comes with confidence-- or at least experience. "They're watching everyone in there all the time, for sure. At least here they don't have charms or whatever marking when we shit." Or at least, she hasn't found them, and it's been a few months. "There's not a lot of rules here. Just common sense stuff, like if you're playing weird music at 3 in the morning loud enough to shake the foundation I'm gonna come break your lute over your head. Sound good?"