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[vitasmp]

Open to anyone in Happy Garden

Granted the (unexpected) gift he had received for Lunar New Year, Vitas was curious about the place from whence the fruits of the gift had come...so he ventured to the PYO farm owned by the goddess Houtu. He understood the message being sent to him--healthier living, of course; so, while he could have gone to Ambrosia Foods to shop for produce, he chose to try this...earthing...thing; physically connecting with the earth while picking his own fruits and vegetables because...apparently that was a whole...experience that influenced the soul, too? Worth a shot.

So that was where he would be found on this afternoon, wrapped in the trademarked black trenchcoat and a basket on his right arm as he wandered toward an orange grove, gloved hand lightly patting the head of a goat as he passed...but then his steps paused along the path as a small flock of chickens just scampered across the trail. Vitas actually stopped to stare at them because that...well, free range horses and goats were definitely a thing in Iceland, it had been a while since he'd seen a free range chicken; the ones in his homeland were certainly a hearty species who knew how to forage in the wild and survive the elements, but these chickens were...very fluffy compared to other livestock; but then, he was aware these chickens weren't for eating.

[vitasmp]

Open to anyone in the Administrative District

A long day in the archives, but a productive day, and now it had come to an end; but this did not mean that Vitas was interested in resting. In fact, he opted to fill his thermos with the last of the coffee in the break room prior to cleaning the coffee maker to prep it for the next day. Lid to his cup safely in place, he donned his trenchcoat, cinched the belt around his thin waist, and...kept his gloves in his pocket in favor of allowing those long, spidery fingers to coil around the warmth of the container as he made his exit.

Once outside, he took note of the relatively mild temperature and mostly clear skies overhead. This was...decent. Spring was coming. He supposed he had the energy to walk through the park and see the changes now that most of the decorations had been removed. For now, though, he paused at a crosswalk, waiting for the light to change and slowly turning the cup clockwise in his hands.

[felixmp]

Open starter for anyone at Zero to Hero

Felix's sleep had been disturbed when his father had briefly forgotten that time zones existed, calling his son at five in the morning to tell him that his foster sister got in to Dartmouth. Snaps for Talia! He was proud of her! But after his pajama'ed/bedheaded self jumped on a video call with the fam back in Detroit for two hours to congratulate her and catch up a bit about life in general, he just could not fall back to sleep for the life of him. Of course, his mind started wandering off to OTHER things and that...that just made it worse, really. So after a quick shower, slipping into jeans and an old Michigan hoodie along with a pair of red high tops, he took his favorite aluminum bat from the closet and went to the gym.

The weather had already warmed up a bit as spring was fast approaching and he was feeling a bit nostalgic in those aspects. With his hair tucked out of his face with a spiral headband, it was just Felix and the pitching machine as he hit ball after ball after ball with the tell-tale metal crack of the impact that echoed throughout the space.

[vitasmp]

Open starter for anyone in the Lion's Den

Though Vitas had been doing a bit better--at least with eating a bit healthier thanks to his foodie of a friend who seemed quite gifted in the culinary arts--the archivist still needed to work on healthier sleeping habits; he still just kept going and going until he physically could no longer continue. This time, such an incident occurred at the Lion's Den. At this point, Vitas Halvorsen was not an uncommon sight at the book store. He appeared like a ghost in the rare books section, having curled up in his usual chair, his knees to his chest and several tomes stacked on the table in front of him. Half of those books had been consumed already, but the one in his hands was nearly halfway finished when he felt the undeniable heaviness of his eyelids, noting he could keep them open no longer.

Oh, how frustrating! He finally set the half-finished book on the table in front of him, as well as his glasses--knowing he was in Skadi's space and thus this was a safe space; he coiled his arms around his legs then and rested his head upon his knees like a pillow. He would sleep for perhaps fifteen or twenty minutes--just enough time to give him enough energy to make the walk home.

[felixmp]

Bio || Galaxy Games || Apartment || Miscellaneous || Open Starters

[morpheusxmp]

Bio -- Open Starters -- Thread Tracker

[vitasmp]

Open starter for anyone in the park.

His first week on the island, Vitas took to exploring in his off time. Having already studied maps of the island and having them memorized, he certainly knew where everything was, but now he simply wanted to physically commit these places to memories--the streets, the landmarks, etc. However, this was far more walking than he was accustomed and the frail waif found himself in need of a rest.

While he had dressed warmly for his outing, wrapped in a black trenchcoat and sherpa scarf, he did still feel quite cold as his breath collided with the chill of the air to create small clouds; then again, feeling cold was nothing new to him; it was almost comforting really. What was not comforting, however, was how tired he felt so suddenly. Nevertheless, he found a bench nearby and took a seat, hands in his pockets as he took slow, deep, controlled breaths. A few midnight locks had escaped the small ponytail at the base of his skull, covering his left eye which he did not seem to notice. For the moment, he seemed transfixed on just breathing and resting while his attention lingered on ice skaters gliding by.

[vitasmp]

Red Sky at Morning

Open to anyone on the beach at dawn

Exploration of the island continued. Vitas was not an outdoorsy person, but he did want to commit every inch of the island to memory--at least, as much that was feasibly possible. Such knowledge would undoubtedly come in handy some day. This morning with cirrus clouds painted red by the rising sun, he found himself on the beach despite the chill in the air. The beaches in Iceland were quite different from this place; he was accustomed to black sands and freezing temperatures, basalt columns and perilous rip tides that would ensnare any unfortunate soul that stood in the wrong place at the wrong time--but this beach? It was....far less dangerous. In fact, there actually appeared to be a water line, a clear distinction between dry and wet sand.

So wrapped in his black trenchcoat and unhindered by his boots, he actually sat cross-legged upon the shore and let his hands sink into the sand in front of him, very slowly. Fascinated by the tactile sensation, he did this over and over again, pulling his fingers out of the grains to allow the sand gathered atop his hands to seep through the cracks of his digits. Sometimes, he caught the sand within his palm only to pour it into the other...back and forth, back and forth--and with the faraway look in his bespectacled gaze, one might think he had never actually touched sand before. He had, of course, but this was soothing.