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consultmybooks[The voice that speaks over the journals that afternoon is tired and tense.]
If someone could tell me what day it is, I would appreciate it.
And, um, what month.
...probably the cycle year as well, just to be safe.
Do I really count as a "New Feather" all over again? I always thought that was a silly name.
[The sound of a sigh.] And should I be concerned about the ocean on the map? I know that wasn't there before.
Oh, and the draft. Catherine and that fiasco underwater. Does that have anything to do with it?
[Giles is currently sitting in the forest, against a small cliff of stones by the river. Occasionally, he tries to work the ache out of his back as his body tries to adjust yet again to the presence of the wings. He idly flips a few pages in his journal as he waits and hopes for a reply. Map, guide, posting.
Just like a computer, only more him-friendly.
He was glad that the journal hadn't turned itself on this time. He'd been shaken and confused when he first woke up here, into the light and out of the dark, and the time to gather his thoughts - and his memories - had helped. It was giving him a bit of a headache, but it helped.
"Where do we go from here?" Had they ever answered that question? Well, for Giles, the answer was suddenly further away than ever.
It was overcast the day he went home. And now the sun is yet again refusing to shine. It makes things easier, really - Giles isn't really certain that he could go from the quiet of death to full sunlight and people. Not quite yet.
The Malnosso had the decency to leave his clothes nearby free of bloodstains and tears. Giles changes and tosses the New Feather pants into a tree. But eventually, after another few minutes, he gets to his feet and starts walking. It isn't too far, not from where he woke up - in another two hours, he's back amidst the hustle and bustle of the village plaza.
Everything still feels a bit like a dream. But memories are coming back, settling into place. There are motions to go through, and so he goes through them. Welcome Center, to get an apartment. All Passions, to find some clothes. Item store and weapon shop, to see what his captors have decided to let through the Barrier.
And then, oh yeah. Food.
Even without the pants, the older man pacing the plaza throughout the day is clearly a New Feather. Whether it's the way he keeps trying to rub the ache out of his shoulders, the way he keeps consulting the map, or the way he looks just plan overwhelmed and the way he keeps staring around the plaza? All probably a clue.
Stop and help?]
((ooc: Despite the apparent rigidity of the timeline, feel free to stop him anywhere from the forest to a shop in the plaza or even one of the houses/community buildings near the plaza. This is really just his plan of attack, so it can be interrupted. He doesn't visit any of the shops in any particular order, and I'll just assume that he gets through everything at some point throughout the day. Someone willing to accompany him on the scavenger hunt would be equally appreciated.
In other words - timeline? What timeline?
EDIT - holy hell, so many people. Um...many, many, many apologies if I'm slow in getting to you. I will get to everyone it's just, um...wow.))
If someone could tell me what day it is, I would appreciate it.
And, um, what month.
...probably the cycle year as well, just to be safe.
Do I really count as a "New Feather" all over again? I always thought that was a silly name.
[The sound of a sigh.] And should I be concerned about the ocean on the map? I know that wasn't there before.
Oh, and the draft. Catherine and that fiasco underwater. Does that have anything to do with it?
[Giles is currently sitting in the forest, against a small cliff of stones by the river. Occasionally, he tries to work the ache out of his back as his body tries to adjust yet again to the presence of the wings. He idly flips a few pages in his journal as he waits and hopes for a reply. Map, guide, posting.
Just like a computer, only more him-friendly.
He was glad that the journal hadn't turned itself on this time. He'd been shaken and confused when he first woke up here, into the light and out of the dark, and the time to gather his thoughts - and his memories - had helped. It was giving him a bit of a headache, but it helped.
"Where do we go from here?" Had they ever answered that question? Well, for Giles, the answer was suddenly further away than ever.
It was overcast the day he went home. And now the sun is yet again refusing to shine. It makes things easier, really - Giles isn't really certain that he could go from the quiet of death to full sunlight and people. Not quite yet.
The Malnosso had the decency to leave his clothes nearby free of bloodstains and tears. Giles changes and tosses the New Feather pants into a tree. But eventually, after another few minutes, he gets to his feet and starts walking. It isn't too far, not from where he woke up - in another two hours, he's back amidst the hustle and bustle of the village plaza.
Everything still feels a bit like a dream. But memories are coming back, settling into place. There are motions to go through, and so he goes through them. Welcome Center, to get an apartment. All Passions, to find some clothes. Item store and weapon shop, to see what his captors have decided to let through the Barrier.
And then, oh yeah. Food.
Even without the pants, the older man pacing the plaza throughout the day is clearly a New Feather. Whether it's the way he keeps trying to rub the ache out of his shoulders, the way he keeps consulting the map, or the way he looks just plan overwhelmed and the way he keeps staring around the plaza? All probably a clue.
Stop and help?]
((ooc: Despite the apparent rigidity of the timeline, feel free to stop him anywhere from the forest to a shop in the plaza or even one of the houses/community buildings near the plaza. This is really just his plan of attack, so it can be interrupted. He doesn't visit any of the shops in any particular order, and I'll just assume that he gets through everything at some point throughout the day. Someone willing to accompany him on the scavenger hunt would be equally appreciated.
In other words - timeline? What timeline?
EDIT - holy hell, so many people. Um...many, many, many apologies if I'm slow in getting to you. I will get to everyone it's just, um...wow.))
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- (barry),
- (buffy summers),
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- (helios sprensonne),
- (jack sparrow),
- (jay),
- (leonard mccoy),
- (okita souji),
- (paprika),
- (phoenix ikki),
- (raine sage),
- (remilia scarlet),
- (ryoga),
- (toph bei fang),
- (yuan),
- first day out,
- four years gone,
- not in sunnydale anymore,
- resolve face,
- watcher being watched
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[Voice]
Date: 2011-03-09 11:42 pm (UTC)To answer your question, it's March 9th, of the third cycle, I believe.
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Date: 2011-03-09 11:58 pm (UTC)In the end, he decides to take the gamble and step towards Giles, to see what happens. Nonchalantly enough to pretend he's actually heading for the clothing store, should there be no sign of recognition.]
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Date: 2011-03-10 12:18 am (UTC)Giles! You're...you're back.
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Date: 2011-03-10 12:21 am (UTC)This has kept her out most of the time since she got here, and today she notices Giles in the plaza and how he doesn't seem quite certain in his steps.]
You seem a little lost.
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Date: 2011-03-10 12:29 am (UTC)...Giles?
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Date: 2011-03-10 12:42 am (UTC)Giles? You...you're back! [ Honestly he can't help the smile in voice. ]
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Date: 2011-03-10 12:54 am (UTC)He approaches somewhat hesitantly from behind. A beat, then he musters up a few words. ]
Is that you, Giles?
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Date: 2011-03-10 12:54 am (UTC)[voice]
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Date: 2011-03-10 01:05 am (UTC)It is the ninth of March in this place, currently. I cannot tell you if that is Standard Terran Year, or not.
As for the cycle... I cannot say, myself. I was only indicted on the previous cycle.
... And you have been here before, I presume? [How strange that he retained all his memories... According to Ami, such a thing was rare.]
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Date: 2011-03-10 01:32 am (UTC)I'm guessing you already know the cycle and the date by now. Welcome back.
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From:[ voice ] we don't need no steenking timelines.
Date: 2011-03-10 01:41 am (UTC)Giles?
[ voice ] amen to that.
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Date: 2011-03-10 01:48 am (UTC)voice
Date: 2011-03-10 01:49 am (UTC)Re: voice
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Date: 2011-03-10 02:36 am (UTC)[ b's sloooooooooooowly getting used to these journals. ]
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Date: 2011-03-10 03:02 am (UTC)[She sounds, well, closest to relieved.]
Re: [Voice] poor Giles. XD
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Date: 2011-03-10 04:21 am (UTC)[Clean up duty for what? ...Well it's pretty obvious she's joking so that doesn't matter.
at least she isn't talking in inkblots anymore]voice;
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From:voice; sorry for the late, my notifs are still messed up
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Date: 2011-03-10 06:55 am (UTC)[They are both silly names anyway... Also, this is Ikki's way to welcome you back.]
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Date: 2011-03-10 03:00 pm (UTC)and then a very loud, very happy. ] Mr. Giles!?
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Date: 2011-03-10 04:43 pm (UTC)It's still the fourth cycle year.
... Buffy must be thrilled.
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Date: 2011-03-11 04:16 am (UTC)Ryoga, was of course, lost as always. However, this was a little different than usual. He kept running into people. More so than he would consider normal. Naturally it was because of the new feather cycle, but he didn't exactly know that. Regardless of technicalities, he was quite literally meeting someone new every day.
Giles was next. The older gentleman might see a boy roam aimless. Assuming Giles had settled in just a little.
He would approach you now. I'm not sure where Giles is, but that doesn't matter since Ryoga will ask for directions regardless if he was already there.]
Excuse me.
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Date: 2011-03-20 09:50 pm (UTC)I would give you a prize but it's late arriving.
Date: 2011-03-20 10:17 pm (UTC)...no. Wait. Wrong. Not a vampire, not really, this is...]
Rachel.
Hello. [Despite his little mental battle, he still doesn't sound entirely pleased.]
Only fitting.
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