(no subject)

[littlemhigan]

Who: Castor, and maybe you!
When: Throughout June
Where: All over! But mostly around house C-03 and the Curti Centre
What: Monthly catchall for Castor!
Warnings/Notes: None so far


1] Things we lost in the fire
Castor’s kept to herself following the foray into the Dream Width, not engaging with the new souls found, nor does she linger once the airships land safely once again. For not being a sneaky sort, she’s pretty good at just vanishing.

Towards the end of the day though, an astute set of eyes might notice her up on the roof of one of the Curti Centre buildings, silently regarding the airships, and those coming and going.


2] Anyone have a Gyshal Green?
If you’re anywhere near the C-block of housing, there’s a new Wark in the neighbourhood! Look close and you can spot the ivory feathers of a new chocobo! Sometimes it’s just chilling in the yard, sometimes it’s napping quietly against Castor (who is probably just as quietly napping out in the sunshine), but it always seems even tempered if a bit aloof...Do you have a treat for it?


3] Something Something praise the sun
Despite the occasional complaint to the neighbours, Castor really was one to rise early. In the small yard of C-03, she stretches and drills and finds herself keenly missing the striking dummies from back home. Sometimes she prays, even if The Twelve can’t hear her here. If you’re out for an early morning run, maybe she’ll join you?

4] PUNCH PRACTICE (for Hunk)
Early one afternoon, the following message comes in over the network.
hunk if you want to learn some hand to hand meet me at the curti centre in one hour and ill teach you.


5] BYOPrompt!

Comments

3

[melodiouspacifist]

It was incredibly hard to get such deep beauty sleep when on one side there was a group of militant people up before the sun.

Before the sun.

And on the other, occasionally they would be up too.

What was with everyone in this world?

He groaned and since he couldn't sleep because why would anyone want to do that? He headed out to see what was going on. He raised a hand.

"What's up?"

Although, if his neighbours liked being up in the morning, they probably didn't appreciate him playing sitar late at night.

[littlemhigan]

Castor was just finishing her morning stretches when she hears the greeting. Aside from the boys down the road, she knows from experience that very few of her neighbours are actually awake this time of day, so when she looks up, it's with no small amount of surprise.

"Oh! Mornin'. Jes doin' my stretches. Ain't seen you out this early; what's got you up?"

[melodiouspacifist]

"Nothing really, I dunno." Demyx shrugged and looked at her.

"Why are you up so early?" He just wanted to know what the appeal was, because as far as he was concerned he was still tired, kind of sluggish and sure there was fresh air, but there was always fresh air.

"Maybe it's the sun." He mused, because he was used to a world of darkness, no sun streaming through the window at home.

[littlemhigan]

"Habit, mostly," Castor says with a shrug, "Spend my girlhood gettin' up with the eats and then growin up I had too much te do in a day te stop. Doesn't seem early te me anymore."

She rises from her stretch, and trots over closer so to have a proper conversation.

"'S a good reason te be up. If it bugs ye though, why not find some proper drapes?"

[melodiouspacifist]

"Well yeah, I got up when I was supposed to and all that, but I thought I was like on vacation or something." He rubbed the back of his neck.

At the suggestion of drapes he blinked at her, like he'd never considered he could put anything up in his room, because he hadn't.

"I don't think I am supposed to touch anything."

3

[spaceforged]

[He runs down the familiar street that cuts between B and C block housing. Shiro had started in B just like he did ever morning. He paces himself. He has a date with the punching bag out back of his shared housing. The houses stretch before him shaded in orange and shadows, as the sun continues to rise.

He squints at the glare and turns his head, never loosing his footing. The sun used to be hell on new recruits and old back home. People complained. He'd just shut his eyes and went by memory. He'd never run in the castle of lions. The metal flooring and winding halls asked for an accident. Better to beat up the gladiator over and over.

Shiro slows down as he catches sight of Castor. He holds up a hand in greeting. Join him or want company in those drills?]

[littlemhigan]

[ Castor looks up from her meditations at the sound of approaching footfalls. The warmth of the morning sun had lulled her into relaxing, or she might have seen him sooner. She meets his greeting with her own, and moves to get close enough to chat. ]

Out for a run?

[spaceforged]

Unless you have something better in mind. [He grins as he closes some of the distance to meet her halfway. Usually he uses a run to think. Having company or doing something else wouldn’t be too bad.]

Otherwise it’s a run then beat up the bag in the back yard. What do you have planned today?

[littlemhigan]

'Bout the same, really. Makes me miss the strikin' dummies I used back home. Want some company in the meantime?

[ Running for recreation was still something of a new concept, but Castor has some energy to burn off at the best of times. Having been relatively stationary since coming here was beginning to drive her bonkers] ]

2

[promisedtolive]

[ It's been... a few days, and someone is still trying to process everything that's going on. Today's fleeing for sanity's sake involves exploring the A, B, and C, blocks of housing.

And there's a giant, white... bird? In C-block? And it's... absolutely beautiful. He approaches carefully, forgetting about his mask, and tries to get as close as possible. ]

Hello, there.

[littlemhigan]

[ The Chocobo paces towards the stranger but maintains an arm's length away from him. The bird coos softly in greeting and leans over to snuffle at Suzaku's hair a little.

From elsewhere in the yard, Castor calls: ]

Someone there?

[ The Chocobo leans back up and warks happily in response, ruffling his feathers. ]

I'mma comin!

[promisedtolive]

[ His eyes widen further when the bird inspects his hair.

It's over, he's completely lost. Smitten with a giant bird. He offers his hand to it, very slowly, if it wants to inspect it.

When he hears the voice calling, he startles a little, and the bird makes a noise. ]

Hello! [ Calls out in reply. ] I'm sorry for intruding, but your bird... [ Hello, he loves animals. Now he loves your bird. ]

[littlemhigan]

[ The bird paces over to Castor as she appears in the yard, then walks her back to the fence, almost as if to say "See! I made a friend!" ]

S'alright. He's used to getting some attention wherever we go.

[ The chocobo takes another step closer and pushes himself up against the hand, much the way a cat might. Castor laughs. ]

'e likes ye! Big lug's usually pretty wary with strangers.

this is what Vax does, Vax has dramatic rooftop conversations with people, or, 1

[daggercubed]

"Oi."

Vax had noticed, of course, that Castor had been around less. The half-elf rogue remains quiet, even if he doesn't really remain a rogue. He steps out onto the roof of the Curti Center's building, a little after Castor. He squints at the sun, and then at the airships. So many of them. That surprises him, still.

Then, he looks back to Castor. He is quiet for a moment, before he starts to walk closer to her. His hands slide down, idly feeling for his pockets.

"I'd wondered where you got off to," he adds.

and then he walks away

[littlemhigan]

"I ain't good at sneakin' but I've been told I'm a good hand at up an' vanishin' from time te time."

She speaks without turning but gestures that Vax was welcome to join her, if he'd like. And given that he was up here, she assumed he'd like.

"Jes...ah...jes needed some time t'meself. After all that."

one day he will walk away three tags into a scene and that's it, that's the whole show, right there

[daggercubed]

"Mm. I don't blame you," Vax says. He frowns -- and then he steps up to join her, since she invited. He steps beside her, and turns to look sideways at Castor. He considers a few things in his mind, turning them over back and forth.

"If it were me, and I had to show people things I'd experienced, I would have fucking hated it," he decides on. "So... I'm sorry that we all saw that, whether you wanted us to or not."

[littlemhigan]

"Coulda been worse, I guess. Ifrit was a fright but he wasn't the worst by a bloody malm. Wasn't my finest moment but what can ye do."

She peers up at him for a moment, studying and clearly recognizing the wheels turning behind his eyes... then offers the bottle.

"Guess ye got lucky and didn't fall into yer own memory huh?"

3

[surrenderto]

[ Moira is still less than enthused about the living conditions. She has kept it to herself, preferring to spend as little time home as possible. She makes every effort to grant privacy and keep some semblance of her own. Not to mention there was always time to try and understand magic.

But she always rises early in part to habit and another part to hopefully avoid any unnecessary run-ins. That doesnt fo quite as planned as once she's once she leaves the house and finds Castor outside. Ah well. The least she can do is be polite. ]

Good morning. How are you this far?

[littlemhigan]

[ Castor wasn't quite sure what to think of her new housemate. She'd seen less and little of the redhead, and certainly not enough to get a solid impression of the woman. Wariness was a smart move for survival, but no need to be rude. ]

Mornin'. Mmm, haven't had the world go endin' on me yet, so I'd say it's a good one thus far. And yerself?

[surrenderto]

[ She lulls her head to the side, feigning some sense of normality in the whole situation. ]

I suspect I'm as fine as I can, situation aside. [ That's not quite true she still wasn't really adjusted to a lot of the technicalities. Day to day though she was managing. ] Perhaps the ideal of adapt and overcome shall become the motto of the day.

[littlemhigan]

Yeah. S'about the best anyone can do. I'm guessin this world is a few steps removed from wherever ye call home, huh?

4

[chefbayardee]

Hunk was in the middle of making lunch, a pretty big lunch by his standards, when he got the message. Though he might've almost dropped his iMog Slate into said lunch, he didn't, and nor did he drop everything he was doing. He sure did hurry, though!

That meant that one hour and one minute after that message, Hunk's Lion Speeder was coasting to a stop in a corner of the Curti Center plaza.

I'm in the big yellow hovercar, where are you? :D

And then the blue window slid down, showing Hunk taking giant bites out of what looked like a sandwich made out of at least two other sandwiches. Hunk was engrossed in his lunch, and he sure hoped Castor would be able to find him. Did she know what his Speeder looked like? If he got punched in the gut would he lose his lunch?

He just had so many questions, but they could wait until he took a few more bites of sandwich.

[littlemhigan]

There's something of a thump on the roof of the speeder, and a moment later, Castor slides into view upside-down in the windshield.

"Fancy ride ye got! Hope I didn't call ye at a bad time?"

[chefbayardee]

Hunk just screamed, choking on a one such bite of sandwich when something hit the top of the speeder. That's never happened before. Are they under attack? Did a weird Vaikunthan bird drop a flaming meteor on the roof?

Nope, it's just Castor.

He's still taking a moment to cough up the chewed-up sandwich into his mouth before uneasily swallowing it down the esophagus instead of the windpipe. What else would he do with it? And then there's an awkward little cough as the rest of the sandwich rests on the dashboard. He's not hungry anymore.

"H-how'd you get there?" More on the forefront of his mind was the fact that she was upside-down, which seemed like quite the feat. Maybe she'd picked up Dragoon?

[littlemhigan]

"Carefully," is her response as she slides off the roof and into the other side seat. "Didn't mean to give ye that much a fright. Sorry."

She at least has the sense to look a little sheepish about it.

"I uh....I'll give ye a minute before I ask if yer ready."