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exsiliumlogs2012-09-25 09:26 pm
eyecontact) wrote in exsiliumlogs2012-09-25 09:26 pm
it's what we do.
Date & Time: 9/24, evening
Location: City gardens
Characters: Raven and Jericho
Summary: Typical superheroing kind of day - a bit of repose and a lot of chaos
Warnings: just things explodering later
Well, things weren't going to puzzle themselves out, but...Jericho wasn't the best at puzzles. Not on the fly, anyhow. He needed time to think. To step back, recollect, and take a look at the problem with fresh eyes and mind.
So Robin wasn't...really Robin? Or not the one he knew. But was it all that weird for there to be more than one? Time was funny, things split off...Or so some said. All of that was a bit over his head still; he wasn't much of an academic. He'd figure it out. Or...he'd have help figuring it out. Either way...Either way, he needed to just. Just find his own space, own piece of mind!
Thankfully, Sollux had helped him secure one outlet; a bit of saving and snooping had secured the other. And so, scattered over the rain-washed rubble of old monuments, pages and a pair of notebooks, one for words and one for pictures, things held in place by (mostly) clean stones, pencils and pen settled together in a little pile by his feet where he sat cross-legged, strumming out some sequence with no beginning or end. It's how he always played – stream-of-consciousness, working out notions or problems through sound and melody.
The acoustics weren't what a mountain could give, but wasn't that better? He wasn't alone anymore, not in this city.
And sooner than later, not in that particular spot, either.
Location: City gardens
Characters: Raven and Jericho
Summary: Typical superheroing kind of day - a bit of repose and a lot of chaos
Warnings: just things explodering later
Well, things weren't going to puzzle themselves out, but...Jericho wasn't the best at puzzles. Not on the fly, anyhow. He needed time to think. To step back, recollect, and take a look at the problem with fresh eyes and mind.
So Robin wasn't...really Robin? Or not the one he knew. But was it all that weird for there to be more than one? Time was funny, things split off...Or so some said. All of that was a bit over his head still; he wasn't much of an academic. He'd figure it out. Or...he'd have help figuring it out. Either way...Either way, he needed to just. Just find his own space, own piece of mind!
Thankfully, Sollux had helped him secure one outlet; a bit of saving and snooping had secured the other. And so, scattered over the rain-washed rubble of old monuments, pages and a pair of notebooks, one for words and one for pictures, things held in place by (mostly) clean stones, pencils and pen settled together in a little pile by his feet where he sat cross-legged, strumming out some sequence with no beginning or end. It's how he always played – stream-of-consciousness, working out notions or problems through sound and melody.
The acoustics weren't what a mountain could give, but wasn't that better? He wasn't alone anymore, not in this city.
And sooner than later, not in that particular spot, either.