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[so it looks like today is Robin's equivalent of "spring cleaning" day at the hideout. he's mostly getting his shit in order, tying up some loose ends, trashing the old stuff that no one wants anymore, aaaand... dealing with some business.]

( Euri )

( Gabriel & Tabby )

[with that finally out of the way and him waiting for responses (if they come at all), he's decided to just hang around on one of the couches and distractedly hum something that sounds a little like the Wren Song. there's a distant tapping that might be his foot on a wall.

but eventually he stops that, too. his attention span isn't all that great on a normal day, but today it's even worse. he'll start talking to no one in particular (which means the journal).]

You know what I miss? Fight rings. And not that publicly broadcasted shit they clean up for TV and radio, no--I'm talking real, messy, Underground fights. Those were the best fucking nights. Always a party.

[tap tap tap tap.]

I wonder if they've got anything like that hiding around here... Some corner of the slums, maybe.

birdsbirdsbirds

Okay. First thing? Don't drink Strawberry Hill. That shit is disgusting. Lesson? Learned.

Second thing, I was thinking. What are Gods... Or I guess God like where everyone else is from? 'Cause a couple people have said different things and they're kind of a big deal. ...Unless you don't think they exist, then I guess it's really not that important.

See, where I'm from, I guess they're kind of these hive-mind beings that live up in temporal space and just sorta create shit for the fun of it. Most people think they're the, uh, masters of the universe. With the grand plan, and all that. But there are also people who just think they're kind of a bunch of dicks, since they apparently created Gratia and then made a bunch of people to babysit it for them while they're off having magical cosmic adventures or whatever.

And I guess a lot more people don't believe in 'em anymore. Makes sense. It's not like anyone's ever seen them, except con artists and crazy people. And the first is lying. And the second is crazy.

[there's a scooting sound and a meow from somewhere next to him. ;3;]

What, already? Where's your other food? [...] You did not. You're made of bones. It's that cat down the hall, isn't it...

birdsbirdsbirds

( Filtered to Euri. )

birdmetaphor.livejournal.com

[he's been quiet lately due to some recent events and all... and hey, he's keeping that up. Robin can be found in the Orrery, preoccupied with gazing at the giant model of the universe spinning above him. the Stewards have done a pretty good job of fixing most of it. you almost couldn't tell anything had happened.

...bothers him a little. come bother him out of his thoughts, if you want!]

deadwhisperer.livejournal.com

( There was nothing about this situation that was good. )

birdmetaphor.livejournal.com

[so here you are. whether you got the casual invitation to show up or you were sort of hanging around there already because Robin dragged you there, you find yourself at "the base", in a large room that has been previously described.

Robin's hanging around there, putting a few things in order. some other people are probably there too. what will you do? come say hello? look at the board? admire the plants? ask questions? immediately raid the fridge of anything that doesn't need preparation beforehand?

whatever you want to do, it's hip! mingle! get to know the dudes and dudettes you'll be working with.]

[[ooc: this is for people who wanted to be in Robin's little bounty-hunting club thing. any character that was interested is in!]]

birdmetaphor.livejournal.com

Goodness. I leave for two weeks and suddenly I've got half a dozen new neighbors. It's enough to make a guy feel like a stranger. Hah--I look forward to meeting you all, one way or another.

And as everyone has no doubt noticed, wishing things up with magic isn't much of an option anymore... but there is a bright side. The city on the other side of the tram has all the works--functioning society, class differences, people that look at you funny if you act like a psychopath in public. It's fun.

Here's the deal: we've got small fry, mob bosses, murderers, even rumors of monsters in the less reputable parts of town. Back home, I was an... well, information broker would be the closest term, I think. I helped head this organization called the Stray Dogs. It was a collective of people with applicable skills who would go out and take on whatever jobs the police would hand over. A lot of bounty hunting. Sometimes they go solo, sometimes they team up, but whenever they take down a mark and get paid, the money's distributed to he group and everyone gets paid. Get enough people doing that, especially with some kind of support structure behind them? It'll bring in pretty good earnings, and keep everyone in steady work.

[it's a little more complex and slightly less legal than that, but hey.]

If anyone's interested in that sort of thing, let me know. We can discuss whatever you think needs discussing. I've got a whole pile of leads to start on, so I'm sure we could find something that fits.

( Filter to Michael )

birdmetaphor.livejournal.com

[For an eight year old, waking up in an unfamiliar room that leads out to an unfamiliar hallway in an unfamiliar tower isn't exactly the most fun thing ever. Her first reaction was to summon Dog and start crying, because obviously she had been kidnapped by some horrible evil humans. Her mother had warned her about this!

With some effort Dog managed to calm her down, at least enough to convince her that things weren't that bad, and that she might feel better if she tried exploring. (WIthout going outside, of course, because of all the fog.)

So that's what she's doing! She and Dog have made their way down to the lobby, where she promptly grabbed him by the scruff of the neck and dragged him behind a potted plant. Because, surprisingly, there's another kid down there. A kid who's just as pale as she is, with the same white hair.

Euri peeks out from behind their hiding place, confused and more than a little intrigued.]

[Meanwhile, the little albino kid that was already on edge from having woken up in a strange tower full of scary adults and weird things he doesn't recognize is kind of on edge. he's wandering in a vaguely linear direction towards the door, but the weird feeling he's being watched makes him stop and... look around a little bit...]

[Euri makes a tiny squeaky sound and ducks back behind the plant. Dog, unfortunately, catches a familiar scent in the air, and trots away from the hiding spot with a yip towards the kid.]

[He spins around to catch the sound, all kinds of defensive, but then... is that... What is that? He looks kind of unsure at the cute thing trotting towards him, then notices the other thing hiding behind the plant.] Hey...!

[Euri is still hesitating when Dog reaches the boy's foot and starts sniffing. It's then that she huffs quietly and darts forward, all the way over there, and scoops the puppy up.] Bad dog!

[Yeah, no. He's too busy staring to even think of running away.] --Wh-who are you? What is that?

[Dog barks again as Euri glares and backs away.] ........

[OH, it must be... a very small dog...? Ignoring that she's backing away...] Your hair... is... [Well, obviously.] Does that mean you were kidnapped too?

[Euri blinks in surprise.] You -- [Oh wow, she was right! She'll not emphatically.] Uh huh!!

[He nods back. Okay, getting some answers here.] Are you... okay? What's your name?

............ [She hugs Dog tighter.] What's your name?

My name's... Alex. [But after a moment of thought, he changes his name.] But, um, everyone calls me Robin. So my name is Robin.

[Her eyes narrow suspiciously and she regards him quietly for a few moments before deciding to reply.] .... I'm Euri.

[He nods.] Okay, Euri.

[[ooc: journal or in-person; they're around the first floor. see this if you're confused. C:]]

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