OPEN | In my left hand there is the familiar

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WHO: Allumin and YOU
WHAT: Open Catch-all
WHEN: Throughout the month of Guardian
WHERE: The Gallows & Kirkwall
NOTES: To be updated as needed - If you'd like a bespoke starter or wanna plan anything, feel free to hit me up on discord or plurk!

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lowtown

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On Allumin's day off he's met with a curiosity: it's sort of for work and sort of not, the decision to go to Lowtown and see if there might be anything interesting in the markets. There's a moment of consideration as he gets ready on whether it would be a boon or not to wear his uniform, but ultimately chooses something more modest and nondescript to wear, preferring not to attract anyone or their opinions (good or negative). This means he also does his best to tuck his ears into his hair and wears gloves so it's less noticeable at a glance that he's a Rifter.

It's not perfect - they keep wanting to poke out -, but an attempt is made. Shame he doesn't own a terrible hat for the winter (but also he would never own a terrible hat, even to fend off the cold weather).

In the market, he looks through the stalls for rare books that might not already be in the library (or maybe they are but he wants a personal copy), artifacts that might be hidden amidst junk, or perhaps for just a neat trinket to catch his eye.

After doing some shopping of mixed success, he takes the time to appreciate a rare (for him) evening drink or two at one of Lowtown's taverns. There's the odd drinking companion or a few through the night, before unfortunately being pulled into a brief bar brawl to cap off his night.

bar brawl

[armd]

Well well well. Of all the people Abby thought she'd see getting thrown bodily out of a bar at some ungodly hour–

"... You okay down there?"

The reason for her being out past bed time is immediately apparent: she's been walking the dog. She coils his lead around her wrist to keep him close (and off Allumin, most pressingly), and holds a hand out to him to pull him up and onto his feet.

Is it very obvious she's trying not to laugh? "You're supposed to enjoy the drink inside the bar, y'know." Cuz he's got an awful lot splashed on him, judging by the smell.

Tavern

[muckspout]

Edgard enters the tavern in desperate need of a drink. He grabs an ale and notices a familiar face. He hesitates. Should he approach? He shrugs and plops down beside Allumin.

"Alright?" He nods to him. Guess he has to make conversation now.

"So, you drink! Nice to see that you have hobbies other than looking for people in closets."

It's not intended to be hostile, but there's an edge.