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Aegon "Jon Snow" Targaryen ([personal profile] northerndragon) wrote in [community profile] agogelogs2018-04-04 08:43 pm

[OPEN] The Glass Spider Had Blue Eyes Almost Like A Human's

WHO? Jon Snow, Ghost, and... maybe you?
WHAT? Spider-time Training, Fish Exploration, Direwolf Meet and Greets, Birch Story Grind Sessions, etc.
WHEN? Backdated into late March and forward-dated up to the launch of the Jhashch Mission in mid-April.
ANYTHING ELSE? This network post. Also, everything is OTA whether or not I marked it OTA, unless it's very specifically marked closed.



[For those who haven't met him: Jon is of middling height, slender and well-muscled, with longish, curling black hair and warm dark eyes, sometimes lively and sometimes sad. He speaks with a broad and pronounced Northern accent, which in real-world terms sounds like an English accent from Yorkshire or thereabouts.]
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[personal profile] mylawn 2018-04-15 10:08 pm (UTC)(link)
76 is expecting Mordred, who provides her own challenges when it comes to cohabitation, so when he arrives in his new capsule and finds not only a new roommate, but an animal that presumably belongs to said roommate, he's caught a little off-guard. He doesn't show it, however, beyond the brief moment he lingers in the doorway, bag slung over his shoulder. It's more surveying the situation than anything else--first the wolf, then the man the wolf belongs to, then the food on the table.

He seems to consider for a half-second before he speaks.

"The capsule's half mine. Your pet doesn't get to call the shots."

The truth is that he has no real problem with pets--but this is his residence too, and 76 is not one to tiptoe around an animal, even one that looks like it could very easily maul him. 76 isn't hostile when he says it, and it sounds more like a statement of fact than anything else. He's got no plans to stick a hand between the wolf and its food, but he most certainly will make it clear from the very beginning that he isn't interested in having his room life dictated by what a pet likes or doesn't like.

There's the sound of him pushing his way through the door to his quarters, followed by the sound of a bag hitting the bed.
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[personal profile] mylawn 2018-04-18 09:53 pm (UTC)(link)
"That's not very encouraging."

Not a pet indicates that there's some lack of control here, and he imagines he's going to be feeling out this relationship

76's door is open, revealing the pile of 'gifts' on his bed--clothes, some equipment, a few bottles of what must be alcohol, and a very large rifle. He goes for the gun first, not out of an intent to be intimidating, but because it's the most important object he's been given, and his first thought is to make sure it hasn't been tampered with.

As such, it takes him a moment to realize that Jon is still standing in the hall.

"He just show up?"

Worrying!

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[personal profile] horsepowered 2018-04-06 11:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Chiron, from not too terribly far away, heard something that sounded like speech rather than simply animal noises. Curiosity, and the logical guess that it was related to a fellow COST member, prompted him to track the source of the noise, if only to satisfy a mad bout of curiosity. (This wonderful space seemed to inspire it.)

He isn't sure what he expected, but seeing Jon versus a dragonkeet keen on making Jon's hair a home is most certainly not something that had been on the list. Temporarily at a loss for words, he takes a moment to simply drink in the entire scene before him.

"Oh dear," he finally manages, trotting over towards Jon. There's no question of do you need help the real issue is how do I help? "There's no particular food in the area that we know these fellows eat, is there?"

Distracting it with food and then fleeing is perhaps obvious, but it may work.

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[personal profile] reillumination 2018-04-07 04:46 am (UTC)(link)
"You're missing two."

Just beyond BASE, is where Jon could have pinpointed it. The words aren't said in any particular way, but the tone is dry and steady. No matter how loud the music is blaring (and it is quite loud), the individual speaking isn't putting in much effort to be heard. It doesn't matter all that much to him, it would appear, the way he's sitting side-saddle on the hover bike and idly smoking a crumpled cigarette, no doubt taken from the trenches. If he means to inform Jon on why he's corrected him, Ryo isn't forthcoming about it. Dante's been on his mind lately, more than he has a right to be on anyone's. He'd wonder what circle this organization would be considered, but Ryo has more to contemplate than that.

Still, even though he speaks, Ryo keeps careful track of the other who has come to join him, eyes sharp and wary from beneath the dark of his lashes. He takes a slow drag of the cigarette, the cherry an unnatural point of warm, rich light against the boreal landscape. When he exhales, the question curls through his fingers like the thin, gray smoke. "Have you never heard of The Checkers?"

Not that it would surprise Ryo if he didn't. Ryo's learned not to be surprised by much these days. Surprise is an opening, a momentary lowering of the armor. And Ryo? Ryo couldn't afford anything.
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[personal profile] dorzalta 2018-04-05 11:43 pm (UTC)(link)
She's covered in glitter. The first few attacks are from refusing to bow. The next few come from her attempts at dancing with Mordred. Suffice it to say, two women who are bent on doing things their way are not the best dance partners, and thus, she'd been consumed a total of four times thus far.

By the time she'd spied Jon and tugged him onto the dance floor, it was five times and her mood had turned sour. Glitter hangs off her in every imaginable place: her hair, her face, even her eyelashes. If they found a way up her nostrils, she'd be unsurprised. Rather an unfortunate thing, but at least her dress is the sort that is easily cleaned, the black one from Meereen.

"This is ridiculous," she says in response, watching him hop. "I've not once seen Irriella perform in this way. We're not puppets, Jon."

Her droid wheels closer, and she spins on it, holding a finger up. "Do not. Do you see your companion?" A gesture to the droid still in the wall, courtesy of Mordred. "I promise your fate will be far worse."

Pow! "You have been consumed!"

...

And now there is glitter in her mouth. Lovely.

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[personal profile] widow_of_the_crag 2018-04-07 06:17 am (UTC)(link)
"It is heavy though." It had taken so long to learn how to carry, assemble and fire a gun. Somehow the prospect of a sword was more daunting, even though she was more familiar with it in theory. So often she had watched her brothers training in the courtyard, getting knocked to the ground by their instructor, but always laughing at the fun of it. Raynald had even trained with Robb for the short time they were together. But for all of his skill and talent, it wasn't enough to keep him safe when he needed it most...

She shook her head, pushing herself out of that memory and dark passage. She had asked to be trained, wanting to at least have a basic knowledge. In theory, it was a good idea, but every time she picked up the sword, she felt her hands shaking and a small voice whispered in the back of her mind that she had no business doing this.

Always the voice sounded like her mother.

"Like this?" She raised her head higher, purposefully lifting her chin in the air to tease him.

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