#deunan 01

[rosepetalmafioso]

@graveresemblance​

It was a pathetic sight really, a man wearing such lavish aristocratic clothes counting dollars and pennies at a clothing shop. Frustration written clear on his face, he scowled as he held up the line. Preposterous. The Hatter, not having enough money on him? Having to buy a jacket off of the bargain rack to replace the one with coffee spilled all over it? And then the store had the audacity to mislabel the price, leaving the proud man floundering at the checkout line. The clerk gets aggravated watching him and tells Blood that he is holding up the line.

But he would not admit defeat. He always had to have the upper hand. He holds his head up high and snatches his money off of the table.

“Hmph. Your products are all terribly overpriced for such shoddy quality. And the stitching? Your seamstress should be ashamed of herself. These will fall apart after a short stroll.” He turns back to the woman next in line. “If I were you, young lady, I would take my business elsewhere.”

[flameindream2]

@graveresemblance​

“Looking for something, my friend?” calls a voice from behind poor Deunan—even stranger is that the creature it came from is hanging upside down from a pipe.. Before Grimm’s little introduction, it was surprisingly deathly quiet over here in the Scrapyard. 

This woman had been pacing around, seemingly searching for something... so why not have a little conversation, he’d thought?

[alchemistwhosurvived]

“Let’s see....” Mariela searches through a locked wooden storage box at her Farmer’s Market stall. There were a few bottles here with labels attached by thin string, a list behind the counter revealed special orders that were placed ahead of time.

“Aha. Here it is.” And so the shopkeeper pulls out a wooden-handled box with six glass bottles filled with a bright red syrupy liquid. “Six bottles of a traditional hangover remedy. It’s one my master used to have me brew up all the time, and she used it. A lot. Her hangovers were on a whole new level.” The number of bottles of alcohol Mariela had tidied up in her life could make a mountain. What a useless master. 

“There’s a paper in there with directions to prepare it inside. Just pour the amount it says into some hot water and mix it. Drink a lot of water. It will help.”

@graveresemblance​

[otherworldly-healer]

“Listen, while the compliments are all very flattering, for the last time I’m not here for a date,” the woman scoffed, aggravation written on her face. She impatiently tapped her fingernail on the counter and put her forehead in her other hand. Raine didn’t even bother to look behind her as she stared directly into the red hue of her wine glass. 

She was at a bar adjacent to a casino in Techno Solar that night. What she really wanted was a place with music and conversation loud enough to distract her from whatever was on her mind. Maybe she would spend the night trying to figure out the rules of a foreign sport on tv. Instead she got a lot of unwanted attention. When she didn’t hear footsteps receding, she turned around.

“Oh, I’m very sorry.” The half elf looked relieved. “You’re...obviously not the person I was expecting to be idling there.” She looked over to the seat next to hers, which Raine had put her jacket on to ward off the stranger in question. She grabs it and begins folding the fabric. “Here, you just want a spot at the bar, right? I’ll move my coat for you.”

@graveresemblance​

[wanttobewinner]

@graveresemblance

Unbefitting of me, I should tell this story from my perspective. It was a Friday afternoon, and my stomach was growling. Looking at the time, I realized I didn't eat dinner yet. There's a reason for that. Having grown accustomed to the food served to me on an unimportant island, my tastebuds were stuck in Snootyville. I haven't eaten food and thought once "wow, this is good!" It always felt like something was missing, or that some key-ingredient was never added. Of course this couldn't merit being called a 'real problem,' but I hated the feeling of not being able to eat normal foods. The solutions to combat this problem were rather simple: 1.) Eat tasty food. " No can do. " In a world such as this, such a simple solution was fairly impossible. What I thought could've been tasty back in my world, may not be the case here. " What nonsense. " Yes, I am talking to myself. This left me with one solution that wasn't so easily attainable. The strong arm tactic. The "punish the person not listening," tactic. Problems in the world are solved by either giving and taking. I made my way to the food stalls in the Clockwork Rafters PM area. My eye caught a glimpse of a rice bowl stall, so I paved a path there and placed an order. One large bowl of only bell peppers. I decided to take a seat and eat my food here. Taking it home would be a waste of time. Down the hatch. Well, that's what would've happened had he not noticed someone staring at his current meal. The meal he was going to eat to reset his tastebuds in proper order. A mountainous pile of peppers in one bowl. People staring at him wasn't something he was not used to, but to have it be so close was disrespectful. To that, he decided to ask the person in question.. Well, a question! " Do you need something? "

[reipasento]

@graveresemblance​

“Yikes, what’s this gross scent filling this apartment?” 

He could recall bringing the trash out on time this week, so that couldn’t be it. But it really smelled like some food gone bad around here...

Annoyed he decided to leave his room, looking for the source of that disturbing smell. Though, he didn’t have to search long. There was the culprit, his roommate, standing in the kitchen behind the stove. 

He didn’t really interact a whole lot with her so far besides awkward hellos and other necessities. However, this was hard to ignore... was she... cooking?!

“Hey, don’t mean to disturb you, but what on earth is on that stove?! This smell reached me even back in my room! And I think I don’t have to even mention, that my room door was closed!”

[moralmagic]

CLOSED starter for: @graveresemblance​ ​ starter call (open)

It’s a quiet morning at a quiet café. Or... it’s supposed to be. But the man sitting at the table right beside Deunan’s is a bit noisy, taking away from the cafe’s serene atmosphere with his distressed ramblings, an attempt to organize his thoughts by giving them a voice. Unfortunately, it seems that he’s so lost in his predicament and jotting down words on a notebook paper that he’s completely forgotten to whisper. 

“A toothbrush... extra toothbrush.. clothes’ll be absolutely necessary. Ah- I’ll have to get a ton of other toiletries. Should I start buying my own groceries too? I can’t just up and assume that my roommates are buying groceries for everyone to share. If I got on bad terms with them this early in, life here is gonna become troublesome..”

Organizing his thoughts was what it was supposed to do. But for Wilder, it appears that vocalizing his thoughts has done nothing but instigate new, much more contrived thoughts. He writes some words, erases. Writes more, only to erase before even finishing those words. 

“But what if I do anyway? We’re from entirely different worlds.. there’s sure to be a hiccup in our communication somewhere. Maybe I should play it safe... get myself a tent, sleeping bag, umbrella.. warmer clothes, too. Maybe a fishing rod? A book about cooking fresh fish. Maybe a hunter’s knife? Ah, and a light for a cooking fire.. that means I’ll probably need some kitchenware, too..” 

With a look of hopelessness in his eyes, Wilder begins scribbling circles over the entire page before flipping to the next clean one. 

“No way! My startin’ allowance ain’t gonna be able to afford all this!! I’m gonna have to apply for work at this rate!! But that means I need to find myself a job that’ll pay me early! Getting the tent’s just as important as getting the toiletries!”