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deercountry2022-10-13 05:17 pm
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The Clock Froze Around Midnight, I Can Feel It In The Room [October Catchall, OTA]
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.]
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.]
no subject
Moonsight, then.
[An easy, slightly apologetic concession. He slowly opens the door, widening the crack so that both of his eyes are visible again.]
Parts of the full reason. I'm a fast reader, but I didn't have the luxury of loitering even a little bit.
[It had been a sort of scholarly ransacking, greedily devouring what he could on the spot before the next crisis might strike. Such instincts come naturally to L, stark deprivation or wild excess timed to take advantage of opportunities. When they arise, he often just has time to act, or not, rather than to consider whether it's rude to dredge up an elf's most secret name just to prove that he can.]