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crescentview2022-12-09 10:13 pm
winebar) wrote in crescentview2022-12-09 10:13 pm
December Open Post/Catch All/Overflow
Who: Van Zieks and whoever
What: General catch all for bingos and other effects
When: December
Where: Various
Warnings: TBA
Something has gone terribly wrong? (December 9th)
[You are just minding your own business, walking on the beach, or through the wood, when you hear what is certainly an unfamiliar laugh. If you look around, you'll soon attach it to... van Zieks? No, this can't be him. He's smiling. He's barefoot and covered in dirt. His hair isn't immaculately combed back and he's simply wearing a loose cotton shirt with his tight lawyer pants, though he does have a sword now hanging at his waist, which is new. This cannot be van Zieks. Even the cadence of his voice is lacking his normal ominous grit, but the voice is certainly his otherwise.]
Oh, come here! I have something to show you.
[Seriously who the hell is this and what did he do with the real van Zieks???]
Nevermind, Uncle has the Depression Again (December 10th)
[The following day, van Zieks is back in his austere best, looking more glowery and somber than ever before, like he's making up for the time he lost yesterday. You may find him at his usual haunt in the darkest corner of the winery, OR if you're wandering around in the woods, you might find him surveying the plot of land on his farm, or rather, the chaos that the him of the day before wreaked, which is to say, something was done to the plots, but it's hard to tell if it was anything constructive because they're upturned earth everywhere. Van Zieks is leaning heavily on the shovel he's holding, looking tired.]
Let me know if you have something specific in mind for bingo
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What: General catch all for bingos and other effects
When: December
Where: Various
Warnings: TBA
Something has gone terribly wrong? (December 9th)
[You are just minding your own business, walking on the beach, or through the wood, when you hear what is certainly an unfamiliar laugh. If you look around, you'll soon attach it to... van Zieks? No, this can't be him. He's smiling. He's barefoot and covered in dirt. His hair isn't immaculately combed back and he's simply wearing a loose cotton shirt with his tight lawyer pants, though he does have a sword now hanging at his waist, which is new. This cannot be van Zieks. Even the cadence of his voice is lacking his normal ominous grit, but the voice is certainly his otherwise.]
Oh, come here! I have something to show you.
[Seriously who the hell is this and what did he do with the real van Zieks???]
Nevermind, Uncle has the Depression Again (December 10th)
[The following day, van Zieks is back in his austere best, looking more glowery and somber than ever before, like he's making up for the time he lost yesterday. You may find him at his usual haunt in the darkest corner of the winery, OR if you're wandering around in the woods, you might find him surveying the plot of land on his farm, or rather, the chaos that the him of the day before wreaked, which is to say, something was done to the plots, but it's hard to tell if it was anything constructive because they're upturned earth everywhere. Van Zieks is leaning heavily on the shovel he's holding, looking tired.]
Let me know if you have something specific in mind for bingo
[Hit me up on discord or on plurk
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You-You're right! You know, I was once considered among London's most eligible bachelors.
[Obviously not that he was actually interested in any of the women who'd sought him out at that time, but. You know, it's something. Even though now he definitely wouldn't be so highly regarded, despite having more status, given that he never goes to social events and also until recently was suspected by many to be somehow causing the deaths of numerous people.]
I... We'll have to change positions for what I'd like to take next, then.
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[Current circumstances be damned!! Sylvando can hardly blame van Zieks for not pursuing romance in the years that the Reaper's curse loomed over him. But to Sylvando, there's still plenty to find appealing under the doom and gloom.
He draws in a long breath before making an earnest effort in prying himself away so they can move. It's difficult—he was getting really cozy—but he manages.]
Where would you like me? Just here on the chair? Or my bed, perhaps...?