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WHO: Caspar & Misc (YOU???)
WHAT: Just chillin
WHEN: Solace whenever
WHERE: Gallows, Kirkwall, wherever
NOTES: This is a catch-all post for personalized starters and tag-ins. I'll probably add some open starters later this month, but hmu on plurk or DM me if you want to plan something specific!

Comments

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[ Hey he could've worked in a fancy factory, you don't know. He smiles slightly at the mention of art, though there's an edge of harmless mischief in it. Self-deprecating, mostly. He hasn't had much time for painting the past few years. The past ten or so, more like, but he'd enjoyed it in another life. ]

But do you know how to use them? That seems like a far better use of one's time than sorting them.

[rathercommon]

[ A little huff of a laugh through her nose. ]

I don't know about that. Sorting them earned me a wage. No one would pay for the sorts of things I paint. What about you?

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Someone, I'm sure. Rich fools buy all sorts of abstractions in the name of art.

[ A short pause as he brings the boat along the dock, then reaches for the post and tie as he continues. ]

I knew how to use them once, yes. Now I'm afraid I only use them to write gossip.

[ He means very important spy letters. ]

[rathercommon]

[ A little teasing: ]

Paintbrushes? You know that pens might serve you better.

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You truly are knowledgeable. I hope they paid you decent wages.

[ Doubtful. And not to bring this back to serious topics, but also totally to bring this back to serious topics in a way that's meant to be very casual and not prying — that's why it's coming up now, like a curious afterthought, not directly. ]

When you said people like you, did you mean other commoners?

[rathercommon]

Hm?

[ She tries to remember when she'd said "people like me." ]

Oh - going into factories, you mean? Yeah. [ She tries not to let the bitterness enter her voice, to just be neutral - ] It was dangerous work. Thankless. So, yeah, we took the brunt of it.