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tabularasa_rp2020-08-09 07:39 pm
symbolofstrength) wrote in tabularasa_rp2020-08-09 07:39 pm
Entry tags:
Of Science, Art, and Spirit
Who: Samuel Oak and OPEN
What: Early August Shenanigans
Where: Merlaut + Void + Elsewhere?
When: Early August
Content Warnings: Can't think of any, will add them if they come up.
1. Smeargles at Merlaut
While the Smeargle-things do normally keep to Wall Market, Samuel finds a few wandering around the outside of the Merlaut at the same time he is. Maybe because the light is better out here? They're skittish at first, of course, but when he sits down on the ground some distance away, unmoving except to pull out his notebook again, they slowly return to their work of doodling over the walls. He happily observes and sketches, and perhaps it's the sound of pen on paper that brings one of the Smeargles to him, eyes full of curiosity.
"See, I just wanted to draw you. What do you think?" He lets it take a look, and after flipping through his sketches, the creature hands it back and just hunches down near him. Realizing that it's posing for him, he returns to his own work; but after a while, the Smeargle grows bored and stands up again. It circles around behind him, and soon enough, he feels something wet brush against his back.
"H-hey! That's not a canvas!" He spouts in protest, and while it does give the Smeargle pause, it soon resumes. Sorry, Sam, they've learned that you're not going to hurt them by now. A few others come around too, apparently thinking that this art piece needs more colors, and he soon feels their brushes against his back as well, though he doesn't resist with anything more than words. By the time they're done, the back of his labcoat probably looks something like this. He sighs and stands up, taking off his labcoat to survey the damage; his clothes had mysteriously repaired themselves from the damage that the Piranha Stubby had done to them, but now his labcoat is ruined all over again, just in a different way.
2. Meditation in the Windy Void
After stowing his ruined labcoat away in the apartment he's claimed for himself, Samuel heads for the edge of the world, where the scenery gives way to that white void. And then he keeps going, until he can just barely see anything other than white in the distance behind him (though, of course, that distance might change once he has his back turned, putting him closer to the world where he can be seen if someone else comes wandering out to the edge). He remembers thinking earlier that the void would be a good place to meditate, and that's just what he came here to do.
So he sits down, cross-legged on the ground, hands resting on his knees. He's not going to chant or anything, just sit there with his eyes closed, so it might be easy to mistake his meditation for sleep, if it weren't for how straight and upright his back is. If he were sleeping, he'd slouch more or even fall over entirely, right?
When the wind picks up again, it doesn't even bother him; sitting on the ground like this, the wind can't pick him up or push him around, only ruffle through his hair and clothes. No, the only thing that disturbs his meditation is when he hears a voice behind him. Samuel opens his eyes and turns toward one side, still seated, to look over his shoulder and find out what's going on.
3. Wildcard
((Got another idea? Run it by me!))
What: Early August Shenanigans
Where: Merlaut + Void + Elsewhere?
When: Early August
Content Warnings: Can't think of any, will add them if they come up.
1. Smeargles at Merlaut
While the Smeargle-things do normally keep to Wall Market, Samuel finds a few wandering around the outside of the Merlaut at the same time he is. Maybe because the light is better out here? They're skittish at first, of course, but when he sits down on the ground some distance away, unmoving except to pull out his notebook again, they slowly return to their work of doodling over the walls. He happily observes and sketches, and perhaps it's the sound of pen on paper that brings one of the Smeargles to him, eyes full of curiosity.
"See, I just wanted to draw you. What do you think?" He lets it take a look, and after flipping through his sketches, the creature hands it back and just hunches down near him. Realizing that it's posing for him, he returns to his own work; but after a while, the Smeargle grows bored and stands up again. It circles around behind him, and soon enough, he feels something wet brush against his back.
"H-hey! That's not a canvas!" He spouts in protest, and while it does give the Smeargle pause, it soon resumes. Sorry, Sam, they've learned that you're not going to hurt them by now. A few others come around too, apparently thinking that this art piece needs more colors, and he soon feels their brushes against his back as well, though he doesn't resist with anything more than words. By the time they're done, the back of his labcoat probably looks something like this. He sighs and stands up, taking off his labcoat to survey the damage; his clothes had mysteriously repaired themselves from the damage that the Piranha Stubby had done to them, but now his labcoat is ruined all over again, just in a different way.
2. Meditation in the Windy Void
After stowing his ruined labcoat away in the apartment he's claimed for himself, Samuel heads for the edge of the world, where the scenery gives way to that white void. And then he keeps going, until he can just barely see anything other than white in the distance behind him (though, of course, that distance might change once he has his back turned, putting him closer to the world where he can be seen if someone else comes wandering out to the edge). He remembers thinking earlier that the void would be a good place to meditate, and that's just what he came here to do.
So he sits down, cross-legged on the ground, hands resting on his knees. He's not going to chant or anything, just sit there with his eyes closed, so it might be easy to mistake his meditation for sleep, if it weren't for how straight and upright his back is. If he were sleeping, he'd slouch more or even fall over entirely, right?
When the wind picks up again, it doesn't even bother him; sitting on the ground like this, the wind can't pick him up or push him around, only ruffle through his hair and clothes. No, the only thing that disturbs his meditation is when he hears a voice behind him. Samuel opens his eyes and turns toward one side, still seated, to look over his shoulder and find out what's going on.
3. Wildcard
((Got another idea? Run it by me!))
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"There are things more dangerous than fire, but they're pretty hard to get ahold of for the average person." And even then, fire will almost always make any dangerous situation more dangerous. He's worked with things like hydrofluoric acid before, and he still has a healthy respect for fire.
(He's not counting Pokemon, there is nothing dangerous about letting 10-year-olds carry around literal living blobs of magma in little plastic balls, what are you talking about?)
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"Oh, it's quite simple, you just hold it so that the burning end is away from you, or anything else flammable!"
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"What about the embers? Couldn't they land on you or your clothes?" Even holding it away from you, it seems like it'd be close enough for them to be a danger. The heat from having a fire so close concerns him, too.
He's probably overestimating how large a torch fire is, again because he's never had to use one before.
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"Not really, if it's properly made. Small embers would burn out quickly as they fall, and a torch that's shedding large pieces of itself would be a rather poor torch in the first place."
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"Right, well, the point is moot anyway." As long as light is being wonky, a torch won't do him any good.
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"Until things change again, you mean."
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"Well, maybe we can call another meeting at that cafe to exchange survival tips, because I certainly don't know how to build a 'proper' torch."
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"You may have to, if you do decide you want to explore the caves sometime."
Nope, not offering to actually help, here.
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"If we do have a meeting like that, I've got my own helpful skills to share."
Yes, he noticed that.
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"Such as being overrun by small animals?"
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"I'd say building goodwill with the local wildlife can go a long way." Anyway, he raises his bandaged arm as a demonstration: "How about medicine, for starters?" Whatever else might not be functioning here, they can still get hurt.
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Merlin does raise an eyebrow at that last remark, though.
"Ordinarily, that wouldn't be a concern." For him, at least. "Or do you mean to say you haven't found anyone here who knows anything about that?"
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"I've met some who know a few things about first aid... but if anyone needs anything more than that, like stitches or surgery, I'm going to be their best bet." Not that he's got a medical degree, but he has as much medical experience as any doctor (even if most of it is either with Pokemon or patching himself up), and he's pretty sure he's the closest thing this place has to a doctor.
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