The Clock Froze Around Midnight, I Can Feel It In The Room [October Catchall, OTA]

[hearthebell]

Who: L Lawliet (Lazarus Sauveterre) and CR old and new
What: Catchall for October; includes event prompts and slice of life wildcards.
When: Throughout the month, dates are ambiguous unless otherwise noted
Where: Various places in Trench (flexible unless specifically noted)




[October is a season of change and loss, and in Trench, it’s not really any different. L nevertheless feels a sense of restlessness that manifests in snappishness and irritability; exceeding what usually visits him in the ambivalent season of his birth.

He goes about his business anyway, keeping to his own odd schedules and doings in a mostly solitary routine. He avoids contact with others this month, not least because the typically stoic detective is struggling to discern when his mood will shift and his tears might start flowing and refuse to stop.

It’s better, perhaps, to guard what he’s always known to be raw in a month where he can feel it so keenly and plaintively.]

Comments

[the_obedient_servant]

[Chara steps forward, looking down at their own glowing piece. So that's the name of the game here. Well, they're never one to back down from a challenge. Their eyes meet L's, a hollow and dull red meets a hollow and dull grey and they smile in greeting, inclining their head slightly.]

Detective.

[They raise their own piece.]

I believe we're matching.

[hearthebell]

[L's never quick to smile as a general rule, but he still spares a ghost of one for the child who approaches him in the darkness, illuminated by a similar, if not identical, glow.

The pieces aren't the same, after all. If they were, it would mean that they were interchangeable, and that's not the case at all.]

Chara.

[He greets, instinctively bending over slightly. More than any other form of empathy that he's always reliably managed, he knows innately how not to make children feel small.]

It seems that way, doesn't it? Have you encountered others, to make it here?

[the_obedient_servant]

You're the first in... two or so hours, by my count. [They lower the piece, placing it in one of the pouches they keep in their belt.

Lazarus is one of the better people to have at your side in cases such as this.]

How long have you been out here?

[They glance warily at the sky, and the way it darkens.]

[hearthebell]

Two or so hours, by my count.

[He mirrors Chara's estimate, but in truth, he's not quite as sure about time in this place as he usually is.]

But we only have so many hours, if the information I have is accurate. Do you have this one already?