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ᴄʟᴏsᴇᴅ ▸ if i wanna stay alive.

WHO: Tartaglia & others.
WHERE: Around Stygia.
WHEN: November.
WHAT: Catchall for the month, mostly scenarios unrelated to the event. Plus some exploration and twerking.
WARNINGS: None as of now!

( ooc. just a closed log with the starters i owe for peeps! if you'd like a custom scenario with tartaglia, feel free to send me a pm or reply to my plotting comment so we can work something out.

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[ After the harrowing events at the Gallows, Tartaglia thinks he could use a break or two. Nevermind that he seems to have caught a cold somehow even though he was born and raised in the harsh winters of Snezhnaya so someone like him shouldn't be getting sick that easily, but there it is anyway. An itch in his throat. At least it's ignorable for now.

He finds himself staring at the notice board once more, looking through the available commissions. Some of them he's already gone through but there are a couple that will still pay decent coin no matter how many times he does it. Maybe he could go fishing again? That's always a decent way to spend the time, especially when he needs to clear his mind.

Or maybe he can try asking around. Some of the locals could have jobs they didn't bother posting to the board itself so it might mean the rewards could be less, but at least it'll be something.

He'll continue to stare at the board while he goes over his options. Either way, he wants something that will keep him busy.

(He'd also like something that will keep his Shadow quiet, but he's doing his best to ignore it for now too. Just like the tickle in his throat.) ]

[ While it feels as though Claude has been in the Netherworld for a life time already, there's still plenty to grow accustomed to and learn. He's discovered that temperatures in doors can be controlled by a "thermostat", and that the heat of stoves are controlled by knobs, not flames. For the most part, it makes sense. Input command, and the electrical wiring carries it through.

Or something. He's not an engineer.

But this "microwave" is new to him. He has in one hand a packaged mean that Joonghyuk had provided him, and in the other the air of confusion and loss. He can't quite determine how to set the temperature on the device, even after learning that the time went in first.

He's stumped enough that he does what everyman dreads doing: he asks for help.

Popping his head out the door of his suite, he catches sight of a lucky ginger. ]

Hey there, do you have a moment?

( the sporadic nature of powers in oblivium hasn't deterred grimmjow from improvising when needed during his fights with the restless here. to his delight, he has been able to encounter some worthwhile opponents or at least humans bold enough to face off against him, disregarding whether they have the wherewithal to do so.

there is a clear victor today, finally shattering the pattern of unwanted disruptions he has experienced with other combatants in the past two months alone.

he doesn't do it often, but he lingers behind this time. hovering above his fallen opponent, grimmjow looks down at him with a wide grin. )

Do you need me to carry you to the medic, boy? ( he wouldn't want him to die, after all. )

[ Considering how tumultuous the month's been so far—Sooyoung starting a housing racket, mass incarceration, a sudden psychological allergy to trees, lung terrariums—the library seems like a nice, uneventful change of pace.

Except no, something seems amiss here as well. It's always something in the afterlife—just as rife with mishaps as his days alive had been. But this one is fairly innocent, at least. The book he's checking against a list of missing tomes suddenly levitates from his hand, floating as casually as though it were just a sheet of paper.

It only comes to a stop by tapping against the back of Childe's head. ]

Ah. [ Was that... his fault? ] Sorry, could you hold onto that a moment?

[ Before it flies away again. ]

[honestly this feels like a lot of work so far just to get a bunch of stolen books back... And yet, Sooyoung accompanies Childe on this quest anyway -- in that she probably ran into him in the library and decided to stick around because why not, they have a bond cemented in dagger throwing and communal housing -- even as it grows more obvious that they're being led? Somewhere? case in point,]

...Okay. Why would anyone keep a map around if they were trying to hide a secret passage?

[Sooyoung hands said map over to Childe, shuffling over to one of the statues so she can stare at it critically, with all the judgement she can muster.

it just seems like poor planning?????]

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