002 - The Stargazing Meme

[aflockofmemegulls]

the stargazing meme

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oo2. reply to others in character
oo3. use the rng and enter 1-10
oo4. play out what happens—anything goes!
oo5. profit? oh yeah!

prompts

one → meteor shower you just saw a falling star! and another! make a wish!
two → aliens what was that? was that really? omg no way a ufo!
three → lunar eclipse you've been sitting out for hours, waiting for this. it's so cool!
four → comet does it move fast or slow? either way, it's amazing.
five → full moon the moon is so huge! just don't look too long, it's really bright too.
six → star dust anything can happen in space. make up your own plot!
seven → solar eclipse this might be happening in the middle of the day!
eight → planet sighting is that a new star? nope, just a neighbor in the solar system!
nine → constellations do you know the stories behind these odd patterns?
ten → deep space normal stargazing isn't that much fun. you got a telescope!

Comments

Re: 9?

[simpleman]

[After closing is the best time at Haze, in Dean's opinion, especially if there's not a job on the go and the rest of the patrons leave easy. He 'helps' in the cleaning, sometimes, but nights like this...These are the best. Things almost feel what he guesses normal is like.

He's followed her out, his own beer clutched in the crook of his elbow as he balances a slice of pie on a plate along the forearm of the other, before reaching her and placing the bottle by his boots.]

Nice out tonight. Quiet. [Too quiet.]

[roseinpromenade]

[She turns to glance sidewise at him, a smile touching her lips. It's almost amusing, watching him balance the things he wants to carry out here. Bringing her own bottle to her lips, she responds:]

Well, most people are in bed by now. [Like Nigredo, tucked into bed before the rush began and now sleeping upstairs. Or like the neighbors, who were rarely up later than dusk anyway. This peace, this silent time, is more 'hers' than it is anyone else's, though she supposes she'll share it with Dean.] Sad, really. They're missing out. The Huntress is out tonight.

[simpleman]

Not always a good sign, babe. [It's said casually, but he's ever watchful in the dark. It's become a hard habit to break, as much as he'd like to. And he knows she knows that: she knows him far too well, after all. And they've been through too much together even now.

He glances up at the sky, just for a moment, before setting to on the pie. Again: She knows him far too well, sometimes, and it's a little unnerving, and at the same time remarkably comforting, to know that there was somewhere other than the scrapyard to feel...Well, at home.]

I dunno. [The fork hits the plate with a clatter as he sets it back down.] Maybe I'm just being...I dunno, paranoid. Again.

[roseinpromenade]

It's not? The Huntress has always been an auspicious constellation where I'm from. Anyway...

Maybe you are. But there's nothing wrong with that. [Paranoia saves lives, even though here in Asgard it's not nearly as necessary as it would be elsewhere-- at home, where he's from, most anywhere else. Here, the dangers aren't as prolific, the fear not as soul-consuming among the people. The Fae here are taken as matter-of-factly as the weather; the magic in this place is as much a part of it as the forests.] But there's nothing out there right now, I think. So relax a little and enjoy your beer. The wards'll tell me if there's anything to really worry about.

[simpleman]

[And he just glances over at her, raising an eyebrow. She knows how things are with him, and she knows he knows that sometimes, just because things are supposed to be nice, it doesn't always work out that way.

He puts his plate on the porch - nothing but crust crumbs left as to evidence of the pie - and picks up his beer, shaking his head.] Better safe than sorry. [A pause.] It's hard to shut off anymore. Always gotta be on, you know? [Sure she does. She's seen him keyed up for every bump in the night before, and lately things have been no different. He's not sure if its the urge to hit the road, or the urge to stay put making him antsy.]

[roseinpromenade]

[She knows: both how he is and how he feels, to an extent. But it's in her nature and in her mood right now to believe better of the world sometimes, to try to calm him down, and anyway, she figures that between the two of them, anything caught wandering out was basically doomed. Still.] I know. I guess it's a side-effect of the life you've lived, huh. She turns to face the street, bottle at her lips.] And it has its uses. It just... well, don't let it keep you from having some measure of fun, you know? We're surrounded by people who know this sort of danger, who've lived with it all their lives. No one here is unaware of the risks. No one here is totally defenseless.