may catch-all!

[feintofhart]

Who: Claude & Various
Where: Around Aldrip!
What: Claude and his encounters around town... again!!
Warnings: None anticipated! If you'd like to hop in on a log, however, please feel free to PM/DM me or hit me up on plurk (here!), and I'd be happy to whip up a starter for you, or you can just wildcard me in here! I've got my plotting comment here for the month if you want to take a peek -- Claude will the usual man about town, working at his apothecary, training, hunting, etc. etc., but with the twist that his sentencing honesty curse is taking hold.

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teatime for sandry

[feintofhart]

[ For all that Claude is feeling strange after his sentencing - and he doesn't know why; while he can be deceptive about this and that, he considers himself to be quite honest in spirit, even if it's not to the letter - he doesn't have the heart to cancel the tea party with Sandry after their long correspondence. Besides, he thinks to himself, he can be honest in his earnest appreciation of her company. While they've only written letters back and forth, she's such a sweet, bright young lady, and besides, it's nice to be able to speak with someone who's able to understand a little more about where he comes from.

It's one thing to be a stranger in a strange land. It's another to have to do it again, and again, and again. To that end, Claude sets to recreating a good old fashioned Fodlan tea party to the best of his ability. By the time Sandry shows up, Claude has commandeered one of the public picnic tables and has set up a proper tower, tongue sticking out of his mouth as he pops the last biscuit on the top. As he sees Sandry approach, he flaps an energetic hand her way. ]

Over here!

FOR ANGE

[feintofhart]

[ When Ange offers to go exploring the new city with Claude, he has to jump at the opportunity; he's been doing plenty of exploration himself, but it's undoubtedly helpful to get more minds on the case, and besides, Ange is far better equipped for this sort of thing than he is. It's embarrassing that he's struggled to adjust to the new modern sensibilities of this city, but he has. It makes him feel desperately behind, like he needs to sit down for a course in exactly what technological advances have been made and how to use them.

Frustratingly enough, his sentencing continues to bear down on him, something he's hoping that Ange won't catch onto. It's not even that he feels particularly grim today, or that he's displeased to be here. It's just that... he's not happy either. But he almost never is. That's never been an issue before.

In the back of his head, he can hear Hilda's nagging voice: I've only seen you genuinely smile a handful of times, all of these years.

It's rude, is what it is. Who the hell is happy all the time anyway? Why is it such a crime to be pleasant? Every time he tries, he feels his facial muscles battling him, contorting his expression back into a mask of smooth neutrality until he gives up entirely. He can't force joviality in his voice as they look around the entertainment district, noting, ] This place sure got a whole lot less wholesome, huh?

VASH

[feintofhart]

[ In the wake of this month's -- well, in the wake of everything, Claude has chosen to keep a low profile these days. Just wait for things to blow over, he figures, and everything will be fine. It's to that end that he's dressed down in a simple white cotton shirt, hanging open at the neckline, and sturdy brown trousers, blending in with the crowd as he goes about his shopping. There's always more to buy (sometimes it's a wonder he makes any money at all, he thinks), but today? He's looking for some personal items.

Starting off with a good pen. He's sick of all of those flimsy ballpoint pens they're expected to use these days. He wants a proper pen so that he can better note down his thoughts. With a frown, he stands by the sampler section, doodling lines across the provided notepad and going down across the white plastic table beneath it, his etchings joining those of many, many others with an elaborate, curlicued finish.

Little does he know that he's being watched by someone who is suddenly encumbered with less patience for such petty misdemeanors. It's just a table, after all. Who could possibly care? ]

[baldrshand]

[So far, the month has been quiet, to Ethlyn's great relief. It is, admittedly, only one week in... but she'll take what she can get.

It's a good opportunity to replenish some of the herbal supplies of the clinic, both the medicinal and her stock of tea, which is almost entirely gone. And it'll be good to chat with Claude. His lighthearted positivity is often a balm.]

Claude, hello! I hope today finds you well.

sticks leggy out

[traumaticus]

[It's been already few weeks since his arrival to this strange land and Richard's arm is hurting. The damaged skin burned in irritation underneath the tight leather that the young duke had wrapped his body with. It wasn't nothing he couldn't handle, of course. After all, he's had much worse injuries in the battlefield. There's no knight that has not stared the death right in the face. But his arm was getting rather bothersome, and he would rather avoid it getting worse.

And as usual, going to the healer was out of question. He is not going to let anyone examine his body. Leaving him with only limited options. But Richard remembers that the witch had also given him a liquid of some sort, to clean his burned flesh with. While he doesn't know exactly what was in the conduction, he could try to find something similar to it.

This all leads him to pay a visit to the local apothecary. Wearing his cloak and hood over his head, out of pure instinct more than anything. After all, as a lord he is not used to deal with these things himself -- most of time either Buckingham or Catesby would see into them.]