newbie breakfast

[sancrimony]

Who: 3+1 babies + sensitIVs
Where: @ sensitIV
When: Day 172, morning

[ for those who have lived in sensitIV for a while, they'll wake up (if they slept) to the familiar smell of herb and butter bread: lucifel's probably the only one who uses the tandir oven but he uses it pretty extensively! there's also the smell of toasted cinnamon, which is actually fairly unique to today, but maybe it has to do with how cold it is, and if anyone ventures in the kitchen when lucifel's not there, there's guymag in a large pot available for anyone to have a bowl to warm themselves up with.

of course, for the newbies, those are all probably new to one degree or another. hey, where the fuck are you?

+ there's also a cottage probably somewhere around sensitIV, in some corner. every sensitIV will have gotten a text on the night of 170/morning of 171 to inform them that lavender is spending a few days with them, and that the cottage is hers, so it's not alarming to anyone except those who didn't get the text. which would be like, three of you, so, ]

Comments

[pyromaniash]

That useless thing?

[ he glances behind him, into his room. his phone is... uh... somewhere.... ]

[crystallinelore]

[burrito is not effective in hiding his smile]

Did you throw it?

[pyromaniash]

...

...it had nothing useful on it. Just a bunch of nonsense.

[crystallinelore]

Really? I found it quite useful. Would you like to read mine?

Well, so long as you promise not to throw it.

[pyromaniash]

Maybe yours is different than mine.

[ a beat as he considers the offer, and then he sulkily approaches the blanket-man to borrow the phone. ]

...I'd like to see. I won't throw yours.

[crystallinelore]

[hands it over easily.]

I appreciate that. Do tell me if it's any different than yours?

[pyromaniash]

[ he scrolls through the phone with a frown, clearly not finding what he's looking for. ]

It's no different at all, minus the profile.

[crystallinelore]

Then the information we have is the same.

[pyromaniash]

[ he hands back the phone. ]

How annoying.

I should... probably go find mine, then.

[crystallinelore]

[it's a little harder to gain grip on it when blanketed so a (flesh) hand emerges to retrieve phone.]

Perhaps that would be for the best. They seem useful.

[pyromaniash]

[ so he's not entirely made out of blanket and/or crystal? that's, for some reason, a little surprising. ]

...I'll go see if I can salvage it. It hit the wall pretty hard.

[crystallinelore]

[shhh he is a being composed only of blanket]

I am certain it can be replaced, if not repaired.

[pyromaniash]

[ he leaves for a brief moment to retrieve his discarded phone. after brushing it off, he returns, and well.... ]

The screen is a little cracked, but it's usable. I suppose the name I'm to go by is "Agni", according to this. It doesn't feel right, but it'll do.

[crystallinelore]

Ah, in that case... I will be going by "Noah".

[pyromaniash]

Then... it's... nice to meet you. Noah.

[ he sounds stiff and awkward but he's clearly trying to make up for his... outburst earlier. ]

[crystallinelore]

The pleasure is mine, Agni.

[pyromaniash]

...well, now that we've been properly introduced....

Are you ever planning on taking off that ridiculous blanket?

[crystallinelore]

I'm... considering it.

[pyromaniash]

...you can't possibly look stranger than the guy over there covered in scales and horns.

[crystallinelore]

Is that a strange look, where you're from?

[pyromaniash]

I... guess it must be, though I have no direct memories.

...do you look stranger than him?

[crystallinelore]

It feels rather common, to my mind.

[lifring his crystal hand from the blankets this time, tapping his crystal cheek]

Do I not already?

[pyromaniash]

White scales, blue scales. Same thing. Unless you have more than that, you're probably on the same level.

[ the entirely crystal hand is new, though.... ]

[crystallinelore]

Well, it isn't scales in the first place, but...

[he shrugs and deblankets, at least from the shoulders up. fuck yeah kitty ears et cetera]

[pyromaniash]

[ not even remotely what he thought was under there. his calmed facade completely breaks into pure, unmasked surprise. ]

That's....




...unexpected.