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057 ± [visual / location: around town] i like the autumn but this place is getting old
At roughly quarter to nine in the morning, Taxon is greeted with a video broadcast of a holo broadcast.
"Hello?"
One can tell it's not a proper arrival because instead of the usual stark arrival room, there's a tiny Glitch hovering over a nightstand. Beyond, there is a patchwork quilt covering a shifting, grumbling lump.
"DG...Cain?" From under the covers, Glitch's head emerges and he peers blearily at his tiny duplicate. "Raw?"
"Cute," he mumbles, the props his chin up to watch the show.
"Cain's going to be mad," the hologram remarks fussily. Glitch snorts. "But...no, it's not my fault this time. I was following him! I was following him! I was follow-"
"All right, enough of that." Glitch pokes his tablet so the holo replay of his arrival vanishes, then scowls when he notices that it's still broadcasting. "Guess that's the aliens' way of wishing me a happy anniversary. Morning, all."
Then he turns the tablet off and flops back with a sigh.
Three annuals. Thirty-six months. One hundred fifty-six weeks. Something like a thousand ninety-five days and he's still not sure how he survived the first dozen of them. Illyria'd basically pointed him at the door and he'd been on his own until DG's arrival. Adaptation. Coping. Moving on. Waiting and surviving, that was 90% of this place.
Today, though, he'll keep busy and distribute a few gifts. The first pumpkin from the garden for Cain with a short length of distinctive gold braiding tied around the stem. One of DG's sketchbooks for Azkadellia, a more intimate glimpse of the younger princess' life here. He's ready to let go, and he hopes it will give Az some comfort. The first volume of his organized notes on Taxon for Mayland, a drink or two with Paul after lunch, dropping a scarf off for Madelyne (the days are getting chillier and he frets), and then...then he'll take Bagoas out for dinner. Because why not.
He sends a voice message to his friend to make arrangements (Italian, Glitch decides, will be nice), gets ready for the day, loads a basket with goodies, and sets off on his bicycle to make the rounds.
ooc: THREE YEARS what even. He'll be stopping by to see everyone mentioned above (and all of that's hadnwavey if you like), but anyone not mentioned is totally welcome to bump into him too. OPEN POST IS OPEN.
"Hello?"
One can tell it's not a proper arrival because instead of the usual stark arrival room, there's a tiny Glitch hovering over a nightstand. Beyond, there is a patchwork quilt covering a shifting, grumbling lump.
"DG...Cain?" From under the covers, Glitch's head emerges and he peers blearily at his tiny duplicate. "Raw?"
"Cute," he mumbles, the props his chin up to watch the show.
"Cain's going to be mad," the hologram remarks fussily. Glitch snorts. "But...no, it's not my fault this time. I was following him! I was following him! I was follow-"
"All right, enough of that." Glitch pokes his tablet so the holo replay of his arrival vanishes, then scowls when he notices that it's still broadcasting. "Guess that's the aliens' way of wishing me a happy anniversary. Morning, all."
Then he turns the tablet off and flops back with a sigh.
Three annuals. Thirty-six months. One hundred fifty-six weeks. Something like a thousand ninety-five days and he's still not sure how he survived the first dozen of them. Illyria'd basically pointed him at the door and he'd been on his own until DG's arrival. Adaptation. Coping. Moving on. Waiting and surviving, that was 90% of this place.
Today, though, he'll keep busy and distribute a few gifts. The first pumpkin from the garden for Cain with a short length of distinctive gold braiding tied around the stem. One of DG's sketchbooks for Azkadellia, a more intimate glimpse of the younger princess' life here. He's ready to let go, and he hopes it will give Az some comfort. The first volume of his organized notes on Taxon for Mayland, a drink or two with Paul after lunch, dropping a scarf off for Madelyne (the days are getting chillier and he frets), and then...then he'll take Bagoas out for dinner. Because why not.
He sends a voice message to his friend to make arrangements (Italian, Glitch decides, will be nice), gets ready for the day, loads a basket with goodies, and sets off on his bicycle to make the rounds.
ooc: THREE YEARS what even. He'll be stopping by to see everyone mentioned above (and all of that's hadnwavey if you like), but anyone not mentioned is totally welcome to bump into him too. OPEN POST IS OPEN.
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"Azkadee? Is this a good time?"
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Straightening as she pushed her hair out of her eyes, gesturing with the other hand for him to come in.
"Glitch! Come in, come in. You don't ever have to knock. You have to know that," she said, excited to see him and it was obvious in her expression.
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"It's... I have no idea," she admitted with a giggle. "I heard it while I was over at Paul's. Between him and Cain, I've been picking up OtherSide music. Can I get you something to drink? Or truffles? Cain showed me how to make them so I've been playing with them."
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"There was a man named Fitz here who taught me a few things about Otherside music. Frank Sinatra, the Beatles, the Rolling Stones..." He trails off and glances at the book in his hands. "DG liked this band, Red Chili something, I'll have to look it up again. They were interesting."
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"Please, sit down," she said. "Well, you don't have to, but I do know how to be social," she admitted, blushing and smiling as she set the glass and plate on a table.
"You should look it up," she said, her smile sad though, glancing away for a moment, trying not to sigh. "I would like to know what she enjoyed."
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Glitch slides the sketch book in Azkadellia's direction. It covers the time from DG's second spring in Taxon to the last winter, and contains many random scenes from the city, bits of architecture, hazy bits of the O.Z., and plenty of people. Willow and Tara, Party and Kobra, Mayland the man and Oolong the dragon, Cain and Paul and...yes, lots of Glitch, merry and vacant at first then suddenly pensive and thoughtful, gradually reaching the balance he has now. There are self portraits, and some murky doodles of the Queen and Az as a girl mixed in. A young woman's life as seen through her own eyes and recreated by her talented hands.
"The aliens left this when the palace vanished, it's a little more personal than what's left on the tablets. I...should have shared it sooner but--" He cuts himself off and has a sip of water, but the guilt at his selfishness should be obvious.
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Glancing up at Glitch, she could only look away a moment before she started flipping through the book. Some were familiar to her, even beyond those of the O.Z.. There was Willow whom Azkadellia had known briefly. Party as well. Then Mayland, Cain and Paul that made her smile, lightly brushing over one with the tip of her finger.
Some of the ones of Glitch made her frown. Glitch as she didn’t remember him, that man between Ambrose and now.
Her gaze rose to him. “Don’t you dare apologize for not sharing it sooner,” she said softly. “I don’t blame you. Not in the least.” He had known DG better than she might ever, and she didn’t only accept that but she was glad for both Glitch and DG in sharing that. “Are you sure you want to now,” she asked, even as her hand curled a bit tighter around one side. She logically was getting better at being mature but her nature and those missing years often showed through.
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"I am," he replies with one of his jerky nods. "It's...letting go a little bit, it's helpful." Pause. "Plus I have another one still, from earlier on."
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She smiled at that, at him saying he was letting go and yet kept one as well. "You aren't worrying you'll be next to leave, are you?"
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It was a conceit developed over time but...probably one Kirk and Angel and Faith had shared as well, and he's been in the city longer than all of them now.
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"She and you both deserve that," she whispered. "You know I believe that."
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Instead he smiles, and nods, reaching out to touch her had consolingly.
"I know, I do," Glitch says. "It'll be okay someday. Meanwhile, we've got this place to deal with. How are you holding up?"
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“I’m doing beautiful,’ she admitted. “I’ve been working on gardening, doing some studies with my magic, and Cain even taught me to make truffles. I’m enjoying it well,” she said softly, glancing at him, wondering if she should feel guilty for that.
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"That all sounds excellent, lemme--" He picks up one of the truffles and has a chews, lets it melt a little on his tongue, and sighs happily. "Oh, he taught you good, that's fantastic."
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He'd been a scavenger, it'd be nice to be a bit more proactive.
"And if you want to learn to fix things, you can always stop be the shop. I can certainly handle a second apprentice."
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She needed to know she could be okay if they left, if she was here and they weren't with her.
"Honestly, Glitch, I would love that. Anything. I just want to learn."
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That settles, he picks up another truffle to resume nibbling. On to the future. "Definitely come by. I'll see what you remember about thermodynamics, and you can meet Bagoas. You'll like him."
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Oh she perked then. "We've met! We shared tea during the whole singing thing. I utterly embarrassed myself and he was there for me."
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