hearthebell (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
hearthebell) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
deercountry2023-03-10 01:10 am
hearthebell) wrote in deercountry2023-03-10 01:10 am
Entry tags:
Upheld by the Simplicities of Pleasure [L Lawliet, OTA]
Who: L Lawliet (Lazarus Sauveterre), OTA!
What: Catchall for March (and also anything people might have wanted to do in January and February, while time was being cruel.)
When: (January and February, so as not to forget), MARCH so as not to dwell
Where: All sorts of places in Trench, take your pick in a wildcard if the location you need isn't in a prompt already!
A. Too Much of a Good Thing: 2L Investigations, Cellar Door
[In spite of any awkwardness that has persisted after the Chocolatier (and L refuses to dwell on this, or consider it awkwardness), there is a workplace to return to every day, with obligations and follow-ups and case stories to share with anxious clients. L comes back to Cellar Door's detective agency sometimes; other times, he simply sleeps here under a desk or in a chair, depending on his current inclinations.
This morning, when he wakes up in his office, it's not exactly what he fell asleep to. He moves slowly, regarding the new and vibrant plant life with no small measure of distaste and distrust.
Out of habit, he goes for the coffee percolator, brushing aside vines to access it. One seems to have a venus flytrap head that goes for his knuckles, and he swats it away. It retaliates immediately and viciously, taking another snap at him. Equally vicious, L snaps it off at the stalk and crushes it under a shoe he has at hand, even if he isn't wearing it.
He'll call someone, eventually, to help him deal with it. It's a tall order for a guy who can barely manage to pick up after himself, and certainly isn't allowed near anything on the administrative end of his own half-business. That being said, perhaps you've dropped in before that point, and have something to offer or extort him for.]
B. The Leech: Gaze
[L's out and about today. He seems off, but not precisely more than usual. That's to say that he's pale, and thin, and wavery, and doggedly ignoring it all because this is exactly what he's used to soldiering through.
He gets some coffee as soon as he can, and for good measure, a packet of espresso beans coated in chocolate. It helps for a bit, but not nearly enough. Soon, he's struggling to keep his head raised and his footsteps steady, weaving along the road in Gaze on his way toward the Archives.
Maybe you see him waver and pause for a rest. Maybe you encounter him later and he's actively collapsing in the road. Either way, are you compelled to stop in and assist, or kick this man while he's down?]
C. High Stakes: The Goat Turning
[L couldn't actually resist the call from the Moss King. His fate was sealed the moment he snatched up one of the flyers, and, confident in his ability to play poker as well as his ability to count cards and calculate odds, he is making an appearance, collecting his chips, and going hard in the gambling hall the Moss King calls his own.
He's held onto his commemorative chip, so far, sensing that it's important enough to hang onto, but maybe that's about to change, now that you've shown up.]
Fancy a game?
[He asks you like he's bored, but hopes you won't turn him down. It's the affectation of someone desperate who does not want to seem so, and might be trying a little too hard.]
You might as well play with me, you know. Since you bothered to come. I'm no worse than anyone else you'll meet.
[He looks pathetic, but he plays like a shark. Not that he wants you to know.]
D. WILDCARD: Anywhere
[If we had plans in January or February, or something specific we plotted on Plurk or Discord and never got around to, or if there's something you would like to do in March that doesn't fit any of the above prompts precisely, I welcome and honor your custom toplevel. Please date it approximately, and give me all your midwinter desires! I will follow suit gladly.]
What: Catchall for March (and also anything people might have wanted to do in January and February, while time was being cruel.)
When: (January and February, so as not to forget), MARCH so as not to dwell
Where: All sorts of places in Trench, take your pick in a wildcard if the location you need isn't in a prompt already!
A. Too Much of a Good Thing: 2L Investigations, Cellar Door
[In spite of any awkwardness that has persisted after the Chocolatier (and L refuses to dwell on this, or consider it awkwardness), there is a workplace to return to every day, with obligations and follow-ups and case stories to share with anxious clients. L comes back to Cellar Door's detective agency sometimes; other times, he simply sleeps here under a desk or in a chair, depending on his current inclinations.
This morning, when he wakes up in his office, it's not exactly what he fell asleep to. He moves slowly, regarding the new and vibrant plant life with no small measure of distaste and distrust.
Out of habit, he goes for the coffee percolator, brushing aside vines to access it. One seems to have a venus flytrap head that goes for his knuckles, and he swats it away. It retaliates immediately and viciously, taking another snap at him. Equally vicious, L snaps it off at the stalk and crushes it under a shoe he has at hand, even if he isn't wearing it.
He'll call someone, eventually, to help him deal with it. It's a tall order for a guy who can barely manage to pick up after himself, and certainly isn't allowed near anything on the administrative end of his own half-business. That being said, perhaps you've dropped in before that point, and have something to offer or extort him for.]
B. The Leech: Gaze
[L's out and about today. He seems off, but not precisely more than usual. That's to say that he's pale, and thin, and wavery, and doggedly ignoring it all because this is exactly what he's used to soldiering through.
He gets some coffee as soon as he can, and for good measure, a packet of espresso beans coated in chocolate. It helps for a bit, but not nearly enough. Soon, he's struggling to keep his head raised and his footsteps steady, weaving along the road in Gaze on his way toward the Archives.
Maybe you see him waver and pause for a rest. Maybe you encounter him later and he's actively collapsing in the road. Either way, are you compelled to stop in and assist, or kick this man while he's down?]
C. High Stakes: The Goat Turning
[L couldn't actually resist the call from the Moss King. His fate was sealed the moment he snatched up one of the flyers, and, confident in his ability to play poker as well as his ability to count cards and calculate odds, he is making an appearance, collecting his chips, and going hard in the gambling hall the Moss King calls his own.
He's held onto his commemorative chip, so far, sensing that it's important enough to hang onto, but maybe that's about to change, now that you've shown up.]
Fancy a game?
[He asks you like he's bored, but hopes you won't turn him down. It's the affectation of someone desperate who does not want to seem so, and might be trying a little too hard.]
You might as well play with me, you know. Since you bothered to come. I'm no worse than anyone else you'll meet.
[He looks pathetic, but he plays like a shark. Not that he wants you to know.]
D. WILDCARD: Anywhere
[If we had plans in January or February, or something specific we plotted on Plurk or Discord and never got around to, or if there's something you would like to do in March that doesn't fit any of the above prompts precisely, I welcome and honor your custom toplevel. Please date it approximately, and give me all your midwinter desires! I will follow suit gladly.]
no subject
[L's not a doctor, either. For all that he's intelligent enough to have massed many advanced and professional degrees in a short amount of time, the man's interest, or lack thereof, has always dictated his ability to go far or not at all.
Health, specifically his own, doesn't interest him very much, however practical or even essential it might be.]
Cold, if that makes sense.
[And he says so like someone who is confused that suddenly, this is a problem, when he's been able to ignore it as merely pesky before.]
no subject
[ makima goes for a gentle hold right around a single hand of his. her hands are much warmer. actually . . .
he is pretty thin. ]
You I’ll get you something warm to drink.