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[hassaran]

WHO: Yseult + others to come
WHAT: A catch-all for open prompts and maybe some closed starters
WHEN: Roughly now-ish, or backdated throughout April
WHERE: Kirkwall
NOTES: If you'd like something in particular ping me on plurk/discord to discuss!

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hands-on training

[lumelume]

Telling time only by the bells and the position of the sun, Mado is nonetheless waiting at the ferry a little bit early, the finest cloak he could acquire tucked under one arm and a matching hat cocked atop his head.

It seems he made the attempt to dress the rest of the way, as much as he could on short notice: not wearing his usual comfortable Antivan street clothes, the Riftwatch footsoldier's uniform he has on is, he hopes, polished enough.

Grinning brightly at Yseult's approach, he doesn't wave to her-- she doesn't seem like the sort to like being waved at.

[hassaran]

Yseult surveys Mado's outfit as she approaches and produces a pin, badge, and feather sufficient to turn the color scheme of his uniform into something more generic, reminiscent of a half-dozen minor Marcher houses. Her own outfit is similarly fine but unmemorable.

"Good, that will do. We'll take a cab to Hightown," she explains, leading the way to the street. (They're already on the far side of the ferry, I've decided.) "If the weather holds, we'll spend some time in the market. If not, there's a cafe there that will serve for today. We can discuss on the way."

As they exit the Riftwatch dock area and make their way to a busier street, she arranges to walk notionally beside but a half-pace ahead of Mado, and finally stops at the curb and gestures him forward. "It will look strange if I hail the driver."

[lumelume]

Verbally, Yseult receives little more than a "yesser and noser" as she explains, but Mado grants her the rapt attentiveness of a working dog to its master, preparing to spring into motion on command.

As directed, he steps forward and waves to an oncoming cab in perfect mimicry of a well-dressed townsperson whose gesture he witnessed moments previously.

[hassaran]

From the curb Yseult watches with apparent disinterest, but once in the carriage--entrance executed in similarly accurate impersonation of the roles they're playing--she straightens her skirts and gives Mado a nod. "You're a talented mimic. Is that something you've done much of in your past career?" As...a musician? A dog? Whichever.

[lumelume]

"For playacting," Mado replies with a modest smile, seemingly just pleased she's pleased, "party tricks for coin. But it's easier to learn songs when you remember how they're sung, from all the notes to the words you don't know."