[tristan-kong]

@raiden-dryad​

After that crazy incident during that crazy Friday a month back, Tristan hand’t expected to see the strange but (un)fortunately very hot British guy again. He’d kep to his silent promise to phone that guy in, and he did, but crime reporting hotline had been a nonsensically impossible wait that day so he had to call it in the day after. That of course meant that, if the guy was up to anything nefarious, he would’ve had plenty of time to clean up before investigators showed up, but there was little else that he could do as he was not able to waste 911′s time on hunch on a busy day full of more serious chaos. He’d hoped that his little tip off, should have been necessary, had been enough.

His little stint of course, then made things super awkward when he ran into the guy again at a local club. Oh of all the days to let himself get dragged into clubbing again. Coughing uncomfortably into his fist, Tristan gave the guy a half not smile before immediately trying to look for exits. “Oh hey...it’s you...again...”

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montymcallister‌:

Monty sipped at the water in silence while Tristan continued to talk and puttered around the living room. He looked up to his neighbor at his question. “No, yeah, I-” He had been off kilter, before. But the visions seemed to have calmed for the time being. He liked the idea of returning home now at lot more than the idea of waiting around on Tristan’s couch hoping he didn’t have another psychic episode.

“I’m good, now.” Ready to put his rising embarrassment behind him as quickly as possible, in any case. He pushed himself back onto his feet and set the glass, still partially filled with water, down on the coffee table. “Let’s head over. I should probably actually show you what lights were giving me problems, anyway.”

Tristan studied Monty for a moment, concern still clearly etched in his face, but he eventually nodded his agreement to do as his neighbour suggested. He did seem a little less pale now. “Alright, let’s head on over then.” He then grabbed Monty’s glass and placed it into the sink, because well, habit. That and leaving dishes sitting around make him rather twitchy.

That taken care of, he gestured to Monty to lead the way before following him over to his place, making sure to lock his own door behind him both out of habit and concern about hypocricy. “So how many are there that you need to have looked at?”

[russellhemlock]

Now that the hustle and bustle of Halloween had passed, Russell was finally able to take a break. As much as his daughter liked the holiday, he despised it because the increase in criminal and sometimes supernatural activity. However, now that he’d finished filing police reports, covering up some stranger events he was able to enjoy his mornings.

Walking around town to grab his morning coffee, he paused hearing holiday music playing outside of a local shop. All of the holiday stuff was already on the street, nearly in mass. Just as he was processing the quick shift in decor, he noticed someone else seemingly reacting in the same manner. “It seems like the holidays really are pushed earlier and earlier, huh? I mean I do love the holidays, but it doesn’t seem right to start playing the music until December at least, you know?”

[tristan-kong]

Tristan wasn’t a coffee or tea person, but sometimes a guy just has to find a place to grab a quick bite to eat before work because he didn’t have time to make breakfast for himself that morning. This morning’s run seemed to have turned out fortuitous because he got to run into a hot guy just outside the coffee shop. “It’s the capitalism man. Unfortunately, it seems we’re stuck with this for now.” He then gave the guy a sympathetic shrug before pulling the door open. “You coming inside?” He stepped aside to indicate to the stranger that he could go first.

[werewitchsimon]

Simon had her nose -her entire face in fact- buried into a reference book. She had been surprised to learn that the library had such a thing. If the book was there, why didn’t more people know? Regardless, she had been asked for help and wanted to do all she could. Even though she wasn’t a tutor. And even though a witching shop was an odd place to go to get help with homework. 

“Math” as the high school student who had been in the shop the day before had rather indisputably put it, “is fuckin witchcraft.”

Simon surfaced and frowned at the book. Reaching out (literally, tapping their fingers on the other’s shoulder in a little ripple) Simon vied for a second opinion.

“Do you know anything about, er-” Simon looked at the book again. “…Logarithms?”

[tristan-kong]

Sometimes, Tristan really missed all encompassing archives of MIT and ETH. Funding stuff there was just so easy and he wasn’t constantly stuck behind a pay wall when it came to research articles. Mostly it was that latter part he missed.

Hoping to swing his luck Edgewood’s public library, he’d shown up here, but very unsurprisingly, their access and stores were comparatively severely limited. He’ll have to write another reinbursement form to the company.

The engineers had just shut off the computer was about to leave when passed by a familiar head of auburn hair, followed by a familiar voice. “Spencer?” It was some agender name with an S, so hopefully he wasn’t wrong. He hadn’t seen the woman around since the fair so it was all a little fuzzy, but he still remembered her and their odd little encounter with her bright blue snail.

And then his brain reminded him that she had asked a question and his gaze dropped down to the book in her hands. “Oh. Logarithms huh? Sure yeah, what do you need?”

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beatricelarson‌:

Beatrice knew that there were a lot of people who would be more upset when they caught someone starting at them, but this was a situation where it didn’t bother her. She was out in public and she was doing something out of the ordinary. Well, out of the ordinary to onlookers, it was perfectly ordinary for Beatrice to jump around and crunch leaves under her boots in the fall.

She clapped in delight when the man took her advice and crunched some leaves under his own shoes. “Yes, a lot of people stop doing it as they grow up.” She agreed. “That’s why I’m such an advocate! We don’t need to leave all the fun things in life back in our childhood.”

“Very fair point,” Tristan nodded as he crunched some more leaves underfoot. “Kudos for holding onto that child-like spirit. Too many of us get too beaten down to remember that, myself included.” He then spund around and held out his hand. “I’m Tristan by the way, it’s been a pleasure meeting you.”

The girl looked like she was maybe a college student - probably on her way home from classes? It was honestly impossible to tell.

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hunterlucio‌:

         Of course, there was a lot going on at work and Lucio was doing his best to help where he could. Not knowing the town wasn’t very helpful in a case with a missing person. He didn’t know her habits—or the habits of the people in town, so he was asked to do menial work on it, if anything at all. His day to day jobs were much simpler than a high stakes investigation. Although he was sure it was a case he probably could be helpful on if he was needed. Not too many people were privy to his ability to investigate.

         “If people went the speed limit, then we wouldn’t have to give them out,” Lucio responded with a laugh. There were cases where speeding was necessary, though most of the time people just weren’t paying attention. “I try.” Not having something complicated to work on, at least gave him the ability to have free time outside work to do other tasks. He had a pile of cases he was working on not for work. “Oh, yeah, absolutely. Plus it’s nice being here in Edgewood with my sister. I could be doing anything here, I’m just glad I get to do something that’s at least a little helpful to the general public. Although I suppose not everyone feels that way about cops.”

“Ha, good point,” Tristan laughed before taking another sip of his drink. As an engineer and general physics enthusist, he had a lot of respect for the speeding limits of roads and why they were put there, but sadly for most people, the concern for safety was often easily overshadowed by the need for convenience. Another drawback especially evident in the fast paced life in the city.

“Where did you say you came from again?” he asked even as he tried wracking his brain for that specific detail. Their conversations hadn’t always touched on these sorts of personal details so it was possible it just could’ve never come up, yet it was such an obvious thing the more likely fact was he’d just forgotten about it.

The mention of the grief against cops had him shrugging his shoulders. He sympathized, but also felt there was no need to rile against every cop in existence. Systemic problems required systemic solutions, not something petty words or actions could fix. “I saw Claudia the other day,” he mused, changing the subject. “She came inquiring more details about the renewable energy project. Unfortunately, I couldn’t give her much, but we did manage to give her some shelter from the rain.”

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@heatherpayne​

“So, I’m guess that your hand’s feeling better,” Tristan remarked as the class broke for a water break. He’d pushed them a bit harder than usual during the warmup so most of the students were gratefully scattering to catch their breath. Overall, pretty normal for a midterm class.

He’d been a little worried about Heather after the incident at the drug store, but she still seemed to fair better than a lot of the other students. It was reassuring to have some visual confirmation that she hadn’t suffered any lasting injuries as well.

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montymcallister‌:

“Thanks.” Monty’s smile widened into a playful grin. He liked the casual flirting that they had settled into as they’d become friends. It had been an easy rhythm to fall into, and there weren’t any expectations to it.

“Yeah, okay,” he agreed with an easy shrug of his shoulders, grin still lingering. It wasn’t like he minded, in any case. He was only teasing.

“Solar’s a little out of my price range.” Without the help of family money, anyway. And he wasn’t about to ask for a handout from his parents, especially for something that would go to a place he didn’t own. Or ever, if he had anything to say about it. “But I appreciate the offer.”

Ok, Monty didn’t flinch. He’s going to take that as a a green light. He flash the other man a knowing smirk as he started packing up his tools. “Of course. Like you said, we’re neighbours, gotta be willing to help each other out.”

Picking up his toolkit he then sauntered over to the edge where the ladder was, something he was very grateful to his balance for being able to pull off on the slanted surface of the roof.

“Alright, coming down,” he annouced as he dramatically swung a leg over the ledge. “I holding you to your word on that ladder.”

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[darklighterxdemitri]

“Other stuff planned.” Demitri repeated before humming softly. “What other stuff could you possibly have planned here?” He asked, glancing towards the man. “Are you planning on trying to call up the dead? Or do you not believe in the little tails that surround this lake?” Demitri was always trying to figure out other people’s motives.  “I’m scoping out the area.” He explained. “Seeing if the stories are true. If they are, I might find a body.” He smirked. “Or more than one. You never really know.” He shrugged his shoulders. “Although, I guess they probably would have already decomposed in the lake.” He let out a sigh and folded his arms across his chest. What a bummer. 

[tristan-kong]

What. The. Actual. Fuck. Tristan looked between the stranger and the lake beyond, eyebrow twitching in disbelief. It was already a bad start when the guy’s first guess was that he, in his gym clothes and training weapons bag, was going call up the dead (jokingly or not that is wild  first leap), and it only got worse as he started claiming that he was potentially looking for dead bodies. Of people.

Tristan just stared at the guy for an awkward beat before responding. “I can’t tell if you’re joking or not.” And if it was a joke, this guy a terrible sense of humor. He tugged at his bag strap stiffly. “But no, I’m just trying to find somewhere quiet to work out.” He did not elaborate on the how because given the way this stranger’s brain seemed to be working, that’ll just make this interaction even weirder.

[lili-mj]

[beatricelarson]

Beatrice walked giddily down the sidewalk, giggling as she jumped around to crunch leaves underfoot. Luckily the sidewalk wasn’t too crowded, allowing her to play her game. It had been extra windy that morning, bringing down a lot of leaves. There was nothing quite like crunching a leave under the sole of your boot on the sidewalk and there were so many leaves. And they were just going to get raked and blown and bagged up and taken away. And Beatrice just couldn’t abide by that and vowed to crunch as many leaves as she could. She could sense the weight of someone staring at her and looked up, grinning at them. “You should try it, it’s awfully fun.”

[tristan-kong]

Tristan smiled wryly as he realized he’d been caught staring at the whimsical scene of the woman stomping on leaves. The people were really delightful in how easy going and free they were. Most everyone back in New York just walked around with their heads down in their phones.

Pausing in his step Tristan shrugged and crunched over a few leaves on the sidewalk. “Sure, why not.” It’s been a millenia since he’s deliberately done that afterall. The crackling sounds under his boots did make him smile. “Haven’t done this since I was kid.”

[bobert-drake]

yeah

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xavier-bennett‌:

Xavier recognized the man, having seen him around the park and the gym during his workouts, although he’d never actually talked to him before. He had good form, though. “Thanks man.” He said, taking the offered hand and using the offered leverage to get himself back on his feet. “Yeah, it was a good nap. Wasn’t expecting it, but those are the best kind, you know?”

Xavier wasn’t sure why he had fallen asleep, he’d slept good the night before. But honestly he wasn’t going to complain. There was something about laying down in the grass, with the sun shining down on you that brought about a sense of peace that just couldn’t be replicated. And if that peace made him doze off, well that’s just how it was. Besides these days were soon to be gone and he’d be working out in the gym, running on the treadmill. And he certainly wouldn’t be taking a nap there.

“What about you? Have a good workout?”

“Can’t say I’ve ever had a nap that was planned,” Tristan replied with wry amusement. “But extra sleep is always nice to be able to get.” For him it happened more during late nights sprawled in front of a computer, this sort of behaviour was hardly foreign to him.

He tugged on the long slender shoulder bag strapped across his torso and nodded amicably to the question. “Yeah, it’s nice to be able to be out in the fresh air.” Finding a quiet place out in the open was a lot harder back in the big cities, so this was definitely one of the perks he’s learned to appreciate about Edgewood.

“I’m Tristan by the way,” he introduced with the curl of a sky grin. “Think I’ve seen you at the gym before.” He didn’t hit the machine gyms as often as he did the martial arts gyms for their open spaces and punching bags, but he did go consistently enough to pick up on other regulars.

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caterinasingh‌:

Even though he couldn’t see it, Caterina gave a nod. “Case and point being that fun house venture; a really inappropriate name if you ask me.” That was not the most pleasant memory - she couldn’t even enjoy the proximity to the man in that case because she had been terrified. “Now, now, don’t go making promises you can’t keep,” she cautioned, while letting out a giggle. Though she was enjoying the thrill of riding on a bike, the whipping wind did not facilitate conversation. “We could stop by the Country Park? It’s near my work and I adore taking a quick stroll along the trails when I have writer’s block.”

Ah, that ‘fun’ house. The memory still sent chills down his spine. Even though nothing really happened, it was like his whole body just wanted to scream ‘wrong’ about the whole incident and wouldn’t let it go. “Yeah, that was...disquieting.” Even if it was just prolonged sense of extreme unease.

“Ok ok, we can keep it confined to the town this time,” Tristan conceded with mirth. “And Country Park it is.” He expected Caterina to want to go somewhere less familiar to her, but perhaps the town itself was all about the same level of that by now.

It didn’t take them long to get there, and soon Tristan was turning into a parking spot and shutting down the engine. “Ok, you get off first,” he instructed as he removed his helmet.

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claudia-rinaldi‌:

Claudia nodded and pulled out her notepad from her her purse to scribble down a few notes as she walked and listened. She waved the hand that was holding the pen dismissively. “I’ll talk to them when I want bland, scripted answers actually written by a marketing person,” she said, grinning despite the cynicism of her words. “I want to hear a little bit more about what it’s like for the people on the ground, actually going out there and dealing with these issues in a hands-on manner. Would you mind giving me a run through of what a typical day is like for you? And then I promise I’ll go bug someone else.”

Bland scipted answers. Tristan snorted and shook his head. He could see why a reporter would think that, but stopped himself from making any retorts. Not what he was here for. “I’m actually not one of regular people on the ground either,” he explained instead. “That’d be our technicians and utilities workers. I have a few minutes though, so if you’d like, I can take you out to the plant meet them. Or if you’re completely done with being hit by rain water, I can show you the computer I sit at all day.”