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expiationlogs2024-11-03 12:45 pm
chimericalclaw) wrote in expiationlogs2024-11-03 12:45 pm
open 🌌 the crime of the day is: loitering
Who: One Zekarion Altius & hopefully YOU
Where: The inn, medical-related businesses (clinic, apothecary, NPC locations), bar lupin, (around the) courthouse
What: Totally normal businessman gets familiar with the surroundings and people, including staring at the ominous phantom courthouse.
Warnings: nothing yet?
⬬ the countless feasts laid at my feet | inn
[In some ways, it's safer in a crowd than on his own, so for now he remains at the Inn. Even he isn't so spoiled as to refuse free food until he properly gets his foot in the door.
Anyone around the inn can find one tall businessman in the public areas, talking with others, reading something on his tablet with a coffee, or simply watching the passersby. Somehow, he seems to get some actual conversation out of the locals, even if it's not the friendliest... but he might greet Chosen, too:]
Are you new as well, or do you just enjoy the company? [There might be the slightest hint of sarcasm in the latter, but for the most part it's meant as a pleasantry.]
⬬ keep the same appointments I kept | medical businesses
[Part of getting his foot in the door, so to speak, is familiarizing himself with the Aldrip version of the industry he's involved in back home. There's no reason to reinvent the wheel, he thinks—so he heads anywhere medical services and goods are provided.
He's obviously not looking for anything in particular, nor is he apparently injured. The way he's looking around speaks more to evaluation than anything.]
I've heard this world can be dangerous. [There's some concern in his tone, certainly, but it's more a statement of something he's apparently accepted.] I suppose that makes places like this even more important.
⬬ my intentions couldn't have been purer | bar lupin
[As the quieter of the Chosen-own bars in town, Lupin is the one Altius heads to. Anywhere with alcohol tends to be a good place to gather information. Plus, the locals have required some extra effort on his part, so he won't be unhappy if he finds a few easier routes via his fellow accused.
As long as someone isn't giving him the same side-eye as the "native" citizens, he'll strike up a quiet conversation:]
With how disagreeable the locals are acting, it's fortunate they allow us places like this, hm?
⬬ I'm not looking for absolution | courthouse
[There is a man frowning with some consternation at the courthouse.
It might be more accurate to call it the image of the courthouse, however; even though his suit and tie makes him look like he'd fit right in with the atmosphere, the building doesn't even deign to solidify to allow him to try the door. Rude??
The first time he comes to see it, he does a proper walk around, investigating from most angles and even passing straight through it to see if there's some trick. But no. It's basically a mirage.
In subsequent times, he'll find a bench to place himself, still watching with sharp eyes to see if anything changes. For at least his first few weeks in Aldrip, he makes this part of his routine.]
⬬ try walking in my shoes | wildcard
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As a note: if your character has any supernatural sense, it will react as if Zekarion isn't there. You can read more about that and him here!]
Where: The inn, medical-related businesses (clinic, apothecary, NPC locations), bar lupin, (around the) courthouse
What: Totally normal businessman gets familiar with the surroundings and people, including staring at the ominous phantom courthouse.
Warnings: nothing yet?
⬬ the countless feasts laid at my feet | inn
[In some ways, it's safer in a crowd than on his own, so for now he remains at the Inn. Even he isn't so spoiled as to refuse free food until he properly gets his foot in the door.
Anyone around the inn can find one tall businessman in the public areas, talking with others, reading something on his tablet with a coffee, or simply watching the passersby. Somehow, he seems to get some actual conversation out of the locals, even if it's not the friendliest... but he might greet Chosen, too:]
Are you new as well, or do you just enjoy the company? [There might be the slightest hint of sarcasm in the latter, but for the most part it's meant as a pleasantry.]
⬬ keep the same appointments I kept | medical businesses
[Part of getting his foot in the door, so to speak, is familiarizing himself with the Aldrip version of the industry he's involved in back home. There's no reason to reinvent the wheel, he thinks—so he heads anywhere medical services and goods are provided.
He's obviously not looking for anything in particular, nor is he apparently injured. The way he's looking around speaks more to evaluation than anything.]
I've heard this world can be dangerous. [There's some concern in his tone, certainly, but it's more a statement of something he's apparently accepted.] I suppose that makes places like this even more important.
⬬ my intentions couldn't have been purer | bar lupin
[As the quieter of the Chosen-own bars in town, Lupin is the one Altius heads to. Anywhere with alcohol tends to be a good place to gather information. Plus, the locals have required some extra effort on his part, so he won't be unhappy if he finds a few easier routes via his fellow accused.
As long as someone isn't giving him the same side-eye as the "native" citizens, he'll strike up a quiet conversation:]
With how disagreeable the locals are acting, it's fortunate they allow us places like this, hm?
⬬ I'm not looking for absolution | courthouse
[There is a man frowning with some consternation at the courthouse.
It might be more accurate to call it the image of the courthouse, however; even though his suit and tie makes him look like he'd fit right in with the atmosphere, the building doesn't even deign to solidify to allow him to try the door. Rude??
The first time he comes to see it, he does a proper walk around, investigating from most angles and even passing straight through it to see if there's some trick. But no. It's basically a mirage.
In subsequent times, he'll find a bench to place himself, still watching with sharp eyes to see if anything changes. For at least his first few weeks in Aldrip, he makes this part of his routine.]
⬬ try walking in my shoes | wildcard
[Another idea? Hit me up via plotting post, PM or
As a note: if your character has any supernatural sense, it will react as if Zekarion isn't there. You can read more about that and him here!]
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Sure. [ And in some cases she may have left it at just that, as direct and semi-antisocial as she is, but there's an appreciation within her for people who are willing to take important matters seriously.
At least enough to also offer him: ]
I'd really appreciate that, actually. [ There's no real emotion in her face that indicates as much, but the way her tone is so flat also doesn't make it seem like she's necessarily lying. More like she's being very directly honest. Factual. ] I don't have anything written down myself, since I'm worried about that sort of thing only getting lost or destroyed here, but I remember anything.
[ She's her own living record at this point, especially with how long she's been in this place.. ]
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All the better I make copies for the purposes of backing these things up, hm? Our memories are nearly as much at risk as a few sheets of paper, as you mentioned.
[He had his memory tampered with almost immediately after showing up here—thanks, creepy fortune teller—and with similar incidents being brought up by her and others, he absolutely doesn't trust it to remain pristine, as vigilant as he tries to be. So, notes.
Unfortunate that it leaves evidence, but that's just something he has to risk—and he won't be copying his more personal observations on specific Chosen.]
Why don't we meet here again tomorrow, around the same time? I'll have them for you then.
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That sounds fine to me. [ In fact, she'd so much rather be getting interesting notes than be doing something boring or useless here, so it's even a good use of her time.
For a moment it kind of seems like she's about to walk away without saying anything more, but..
.. no. For how many social manners Ange lacks, this encounter felt good and productive enough for her to say something first. ]
I'm glad I ran into you today. It's always good to meet someone else who cares as much as I do about finding the truth behind this place.
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[Altius, meanwhile, puts a tad more enthusiasm into his words; enough to be friendly without going overboard. He is, after all, supposed to be a sociable person, even if Ange isn't.
Either way, after departing that day, he'll copy his notes and meet her later, as promised.
The notes he'll end up delivering to her, largely made from what he's seen on the network, likely won't tell her anything she doesn't already know: the experience and timing of their arrivals and departures, the changing or erasure of their memories at those times and elsewhere, the nature (or lack of) death in this world; the AI's public communications with Chosen, including its apparent desire to help them; assigned crimes, sentencings, the missing council, their expectations and punishments. Most sparse are his notes on locations other than Aldrip, though his few notes on Rumpitur and Ketsora imply an interest on their own.
Whatever she can or can't add to his research, he'll certainly be in touch.]