beneath the stars came falling on our heads

[bumbles]

Date & Time: throughout September.
Location: various.
Characters: Donny Casey/Atlas and assorted unfortunate souls.
Summary: Going to be throwing individuals starters in, but slam me a pm or grab me on plurk if you would like a thread sometime during the month! c:
Warnings: I will add these as necessary!

( Donny's actually feeling pretty good about this month.


But we all know that's going to go up in flames so let's prepare the popcorn. And here is a sly link to his appearance page in case you need to know what Atlas' uniform is like, ohoho. )

Comments

[bumbles]

( His workshop is certainly cleaner, lacking the ashes and even all the equipment, and he's still not sure if he should just tell her about the magic, or-- something else. He grins a little when she agrees, relieved, and he's very carefully accepting the cake. )

Thank you.

( Seriously, he loves cake, and he beams a little bit. ) I'll, um-- I'll p-put it out the b-back.

( No he is bad at articulating how much he likes things, but it's more evident in his expression, how delighted he is. ) Um, w-would you like to-- it's w-where I've got the um, the gems?

( Nodding to the back room as he starts to move towards it, carefully holding the cake. The next room is bigger, a big table at the back, where the front half of the room has different crates of different colors of glass, broken bottles and jars, some whole, and then some other storage spaces, a door into another room with a little kitchenette type thing going on. The table is where he sets down the cake, before he glances back to Gwen. ) Um, w-would you-- would you like some t-tea? Or coffee? Or, uh, I have some j-juice.

( hospitalittyyyyy )

[graciousness]

Tea would be lovely, only if it's not too much trouble. I wouldn't want you to go through too much of those. N-not that I'm saying I am trouble, I certainly am not nor am I trying to be and tea is not a trouble either, certainly but -

[ um. biting her lip ]

The glasses are beautiful.

[bumbles]

( He has this problem where he feels like he can never get the words out fast enough, and Gwen kind of is amazing at just saying lots of things very quickly, which makes him smile a bit before he realizes he probably looks like an idiot. )

It's uh, it's n-no trouble. I l-like tea.

( Which is to say, he'd like tea now. So he can make tea for both of them. And it's... no trouble. Donny makes a bit of a face at himself. Allow him to just step to the kettle, stop short, and unties the cord on a rolled up piece of cloth. ) Um, some of the-- they're in there, b-but I have some n--n-newer ones.

( The cloth is faded, might once have been black but is now an uneven grey, and nested in each roll are different gems. Some not quite so good, admittedly, colored only by the sad fragments of glass Donny found, but some have vibrant color, from turquoise to purple, bright greens and ruby reds, scattered across different sizes and shapes.

And-- one moment, he needs to just turn on the kettle. And by that, I mean use his magic to make the water hot in an old metal kettle in the next room. ) How d-do uh, do you l-like your tea?