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phantasmalrift2018-04-11 01:16 am
dubiouslychthonic) wrote in phantasmalrift2018-04-11 01:16 am
youth spent as a deckhand on the convoy
Who: Jetshard and you!
What: evening shift at the medbay, weird troll food, and early morning hikes.
When: First week of April
Where: medbay, kitchen, and cliff tops
Warnings: Nothing expected
A - All week, medbay, late evening
[Each night, Jetshard can be found in the medbay for several hours, starting around seven and staying at least until midnight. It's the most reliable part of her schedule; if you're looking to actually track her down on purpose, this is the most predictable time and place. Also, if you need medical help. That'd be a good reason to show up here, too. She spends most of the time puttering around the supplies, or in a corner with a book in hand, or casually talking with Strange. But if someone else comes in, she's alert, and interested.]
B - April 4, kitchen, after midnight
[A bit after midnight. You know, lunch time.
Jetshard is fully aware that she's not going to be winning any prizes for her grubloaf - especially when the recipe is half substitutions and half trying to recreate a real grubloaf recipe from memory - but on the other grapsing appendage she's pretty sure she's the only one who's actually using the grubmeal in any significant way. And even if it's not great grubloaf it's at least not on the level of "culinary disaster" that seems to come out of the station's kitchens on a distressingly regular basis.
On the other hand, she didn't really account for the amount of time it would take to bake, so while the oven fills the kitchen with a scent that's really more earthy than savory and a little tangy, and the mixing bowl and cutting board dry in the rack next to the sink, Jetshard is leaning against the counter and absently stirring a cup of Alternian Cup Noodle with a fork. When someone else enters, she waves, with the hand still holding the fork.]
Let me know if I'm in your way? I'm just waiting for something to come out of the calefaction locker.
C - April 8, clifftop near the lighthouse, early morning
[Honestly, if anyone around here was familiar with the idiosyncracities of different troll colors, Jetshard's willingly being out here after sunrise would probably be a pretty good indication of her being jade. Not terribly long after sunrise, of course - it's only about seven - and in the rain, but still. Out for a hike in the morning, and making no particular effort to avoid the occasional breaks of sun.
In fact, she pauses a moment near the cliff overlooking Glitterstone Beach as a beam of sunlight breaks over the shore, catching the scale gravel of the beach.]
Mothers, that's lovely.
What: evening shift at the medbay, weird troll food, and early morning hikes.
When: First week of April
Where: medbay, kitchen, and cliff tops
Warnings: Nothing expected
A - All week, medbay, late evening
[Each night, Jetshard can be found in the medbay for several hours, starting around seven and staying at least until midnight. It's the most reliable part of her schedule; if you're looking to actually track her down on purpose, this is the most predictable time and place. Also, if you need medical help. That'd be a good reason to show up here, too. She spends most of the time puttering around the supplies, or in a corner with a book in hand, or casually talking with Strange. But if someone else comes in, she's alert, and interested.]
B - April 4, kitchen, after midnight
[A bit after midnight. You know, lunch time.
Jetshard is fully aware that she's not going to be winning any prizes for her grubloaf - especially when the recipe is half substitutions and half trying to recreate a real grubloaf recipe from memory - but on the other grapsing appendage she's pretty sure she's the only one who's actually using the grubmeal in any significant way. And even if it's not great grubloaf it's at least not on the level of "culinary disaster" that seems to come out of the station's kitchens on a distressingly regular basis.
On the other hand, she didn't really account for the amount of time it would take to bake, so while the oven fills the kitchen with a scent that's really more earthy than savory and a little tangy, and the mixing bowl and cutting board dry in the rack next to the sink, Jetshard is leaning against the counter and absently stirring a cup of Alternian Cup Noodle with a fork. When someone else enters, she waves, with the hand still holding the fork.]
Let me know if I'm in your way? I'm just waiting for something to come out of the calefaction locker.
C - April 8, clifftop near the lighthouse, early morning
[Honestly, if anyone around here was familiar with the idiosyncracities of different troll colors, Jetshard's willingly being out here after sunrise would probably be a pretty good indication of her being jade. Not terribly long after sunrise, of course - it's only about seven - and in the rain, but still. Out for a hike in the morning, and making no particular effort to avoid the occasional breaks of sun.
In fact, she pauses a moment near the cliff overlooking Glitterstone Beach as a beam of sunlight breaks over the shore, catching the scale gravel of the beach.]
Mothers, that's lovely.
April 8, clifftop
[Prompto's wedged himself somewhere comfortable to take pictures, dressed for some exploration himself. He waves.]
Hi, Jetshard. You're up late.
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[She absently adjusts the hood on her coat, fixing the buttoned flap around one horn to better keep the rain out.]
Get any good pictures?
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>[Judging you, line of Lucis. He points at the glittering beach below them.]
I kind of like going for a run while the sun's coming up for exactly this reason. That, right there.
[Click goes his camera. That's gonna be one of the keepers.]
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[Looking back down to the beach, she nods.]
It's a good vantage for the eels, too. Although I suppose with how night-blind you folks seem to be, hanging around near the cliff's edge in the dark might not be the wisest choice.
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[And that's such a mundane occurrence in comparison to all that happened after that, it's not even worth shuddering for. Just sighing.]
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also clifftop, these XVs move in packs
And then he's very suddenly - though not as suddenly as with a warp - most of the way across the sandy sparring circle, and pauses there with a thoughtful hum.]
Not quite as fast... Morning, Jetshard. Special occasion?
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More like reminding myself it doesn't need to be one to get out of the station for a bit.
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Uncommon to see you up and about after dawn.
[Don't mind him lightly tossing the still sparking rapier.]
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I'd assume so, given that we're past the equinox, now. Assuming the climate distribution is anything like Eos, we're nowhere near the equator.
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["Year" and "solar sweep" seem to be roughly synonymous.]
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[Eos, also a bit of a mess, and so is the line of Lucis Caelum (and their adopted human chocobo).]
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[Who knows what the Alternian calendar actually looks like? Not me, probably not Jetshard, certainly not Hussie.]
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[She pauses, thinking, and then has to admit-] I honestly don't remember the orbital periods of ours. About four and six weeks, I think, but they're close enough to each other's orbits to make even that a little inconsistent.
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[This is too meta, 'zunia.]
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No, I think we're all grasping futilely enough at a functional circadian rhythm as it is.
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april 4
Oh, uh, hey.
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The troll smiles slightly - close-lipped, not displaying teeth. Not that her teeth are particularly formidable by troll standards, but still. It's not polite to show too much fang when you're not trying to intimidate someone.]
Hey yourself. It's Noctis, right? Prompto's friend?
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Yeah, that's me. You a friend of his?
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He and I were both in the first wave of people to come through the rift. I'm Jetshard.
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Nice to meet you, Jetshard. [ He nods to the Cup Noodle. ] Can't believe they've got that here.
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I don't know, I've unexpectedly run short on instant noodles enough times in the past. Interdimensional fissures might be to blame. Mind you, most of the time I'm still pretty sure it was some asshole shipmate who can't be trusted around other people's food.