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kingdomcomes2017-06-10 06:41 pm
heiresy) wrote in kingdomcomes2017-06-10 06:41 pm
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It's like christmas in july except just it's cold and everyone is stressed and there are no presents
Who: [OPEN] Aymeric and you!
What: Catch-all for non-participants and early losers in the fuckening, but everyone is welcome! Come gloat if you like.
When: All day.
Where: In the guard barracks, outside the castle, Yenh's hut, the inn.
Warnings: Will update as needed!
I. In and Around the Castle
[For the entirely-too-manyth in a row now the weather has been getting unrelentingly colder. So much so that he could barely think as he did his duties. It would do no good to lose his work or the possible trust he had earned with his diligence over this, but the temptation to abandon his post became increasingly difficult. During breakfast, if you are a fellow guard, Aymeric will be trying to get your attention. Maybe there is something they can do about their uniforms...? If you are not a guard, he will try to catch your attention anyway. He has requests to make in his miserable state.]
II. The Village
[Once his terrible, miserable shift is over he will run around the village with increasingly conspicuous supplies. First a couple blankets, then some buckets, and eventually he will be rolling a wooden bath down a road. He comes to Yenh's shack and knocks on the door with his arms very much full.]
III. The Inn
[Much later now, he finds himself at his familiar watering hole. Sure, it cost a lot more than drinking with the other guards in the castle, but the illusion of getting out of the Mistress' reach was well worth it. Here you will see him finally changed out of his guard uniform, but back in the clothing he arrived in. Terribly ironic that he was able to acquire some new clothes the very week it was too cold to wear any of them. He's back to looking very over-dressed and out of place. If you sit near him, he will offer you a drink and a warm, weary smile.]
What: Catch-all for non-participants and early losers in the fuckening, but everyone is welcome! Come gloat if you like.
When: All day.
Where: In the guard barracks, outside the castle, Yenh's hut, the inn.
Warnings: Will update as needed!
I. In and Around the Castle
[For the entirely-too-manyth in a row now the weather has been getting unrelentingly colder. So much so that he could barely think as he did his duties. It would do no good to lose his work or the possible trust he had earned with his diligence over this, but the temptation to abandon his post became increasingly difficult. During breakfast, if you are a fellow guard, Aymeric will be trying to get your attention. Maybe there is something they can do about their uniforms...? If you are not a guard, he will try to catch your attention anyway. He has requests to make in his miserable state.]
II. The Village
[Once his terrible, miserable shift is over he will run around the village with increasingly conspicuous supplies. First a couple blankets, then some buckets, and eventually he will be rolling a wooden bath down a road. He comes to Yenh's shack and knocks on the door with his arms very much full.]
III. The Inn
[Much later now, he finds himself at his familiar watering hole. Sure, it cost a lot more than drinking with the other guards in the castle, but the illusion of getting out of the Mistress' reach was well worth it. Here you will see him finally changed out of his guard uniform, but back in the clothing he arrived in. Terribly ironic that he was able to acquire some new clothes the very week it was too cold to wear any of them. He's back to looking very over-dressed and out of place. If you sit near him, he will offer you a drink and a warm, weary smile.]
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[That is, to say, the money's nice and warm. Looks like Aymeric's emergency fund is in the only garment he's allowed to wear, after all. He does not notice the sneaked peeks, so involved with getting the coins out with his bulky gloves.]
Alright... You may turn back around. This should be more than sufficient to buy yourself a drink as well. The tavern should have hot mulled wine by now.
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The hell? I'm not just... putting my hands on your groin money!
Either you go wash that shit with bleach or you give me a second to find some gloves.
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Come now, I'm sure that all the currency in this city has been subjected to similar treatment before I was even paid with it. I wash well and I'm not promiscuous.
[...]
What's bleach?
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Kaph abruptly turns his back on the guard, throwing his hands in the air.]
Never mind that. Just give me a sec. [At which point he goes off to find some gloves. Either medical ones - ugh, are there even doctors in this place? - or just... something he'll never have to touch again.
When he comes back, he has blankets wrapped around his hands. Close enough.
The blankets are, of course, not from his own room.]
Alright, hand it over.
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[he hands the coins over which, by now, have definitely cooled off.]
There's your coin. I trust you'll uphold your part. Guilt is the only prize for a man who leaves another in the cold.
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[Off he goes and, indeed, he returns before long, with a still-warm drink in a mug. If anybody asks, it was a very expensive order and it definitely for sure exhausted all the money in his pockets.]
Here you go, pal.