Prepare for the #LodanRespawn2024 Existing characters may choose to be displace from/have memories of different timelines, thereby allowing returning members the option to retcon their whole character. These changes are the result of the "Unnatural Fog" plot device that is running between now and the Respawn. The plot is simple: no matter where your character is, that place is shrouded in a thick fog that suspends time, but not thoughts or memories, so even if they're repeating the same day over and over again, they continue to remember, so each time feels like a new day. For those retconning OCs; this is where new versions of themselves have the opportunity to replace the old versions. Official lore and tree updates will be announced asap
Open to EIRAL Andronikos wandered the halls of the barracks, his shoulders hunched and his hands shoved in his pockets. It was the day after he had arrived and he was still unsure as to what he was to do. Alistair had since seemed to have disappeared, leaving Andronikos somewhat clueless as to the goings on. He had explored his way throughout and had figured out where relatively everything was, but without further instruction, he decided he might as well eat. With lumbering steps, he made his way down to the mess hall, got his food, and took a seat.
Post by Jovena Barbados on Jan 15, 2015 6:52:18 GMT
Jovena could be heard singing before you could see her, and the large space and the metal pots and pans hanging along the fixtures made her voice bounce and echo. She was singing some islandic folk song, drumming on the upturned utensils and aiding the chefs in cooking something sinfully good. She'd made a habit of coming into the chow hall and offering her skills in the kitchen when the mood struck her. Today was one such day. Most of her work was in the admin facilities so spicing things up around mealtime gave her a much needed break from the monotony of her post.
He picked up a little of the food on the tip of his fork and placed a little on his tongue, usnsure as to how he would like it. Not that it mattered much, anyway. He'd eat it either way. Much to his surprise, (and to his delight, if that's what one might call what he might express as happiness,) it tasted wonderful, and within seconds his plate was clean. The large man stood abruptly, taking his dish with him as he made his way back to where the food was served. "Hey. I'd like more." He said straightforwardly, his deep voice radiating a little into the kitchen, as it seemed nobody was serving that the moment.
Post by Jovena Barbados on Feb 10, 2015 18:56:06 GMT
Jove heard the voice, how could she not with the deep boom of its timbre. She wiped her hands on a dish towel and turned the corner of the counter so she could see the service line. A broad and tall man stood there well over a foot higher than her own head. His plate was used but utterly crumb free. A dimpled smile pocked her cheeks. "That's what I like to hear," she chimed and reached for the plate in his hand. "would you like some desert to go with your dinner this round?"
Andro nodded with a subtle grunt, but his typical expression, that of constant irritation, lessened some and morphed into one more reminiscent of mild curiosity as the woman showed herself. He held his plate out to her gently, taken aback by her cheerful attitude, but not entirely disliking it.
Post by Jovena Barbados on Feb 17, 2015 5:04:59 GMT
"I'll take that as a yes," She grinned and ducked back behind the kitchen wall. The rustle of utensils and the clatter of plates being shuffled sounded beyond his line of sight. She filled his plate to brimming with the latest batch of her home-recipe then prepared a small side plate of lemon meringue pie. Coming back around the corner again to lean over the counter, she passed the man both plates. "Glad to know this isn't going to waste. If you like it, my name's Jovena, if you don't.... my names Janice and you never saw me before." She winked and let go of the dinner ware.
He grunted "Jovena it is" with the tiniest hint of a smile, then returned to his seat and guzzled down the food as he had done the last time, but held his dish as he glanced back to the counter...
Andronikos walked into the kitchen and looked around at the various pots and pans that hung from the walls. At the end, there seemed to be a large sink, and his slid up at it's side, grabbed a wash rag, and began to clean the plate he had eaten off of. He didn't know if he was supposed to be there, but he was pretty sure nobody would complain. Standing tall, he assumed his irritable aloofness once again.
Post by Jovena Barbados on Feb 24, 2015 4:04:42 GMT
Well I'll be damned... Jovena thought, A man who cleans his own plate, in both senses of the phrase. She approached the sink,snapped a drying towel over her shoulder and waited. Jove leaned against the walls and crossed her arms beneath her chest as he set to work on the flatware. "I can dry it when you're done," She smiled. Nothing like collaboration in the kitchen to make a person feel good. Especially when it came time to clean up. Most folks would scat! "What's your name soldier? I gave you mine, is only fair I receive yours in return."
Andronikos replied as he typically did, with a grunt, and handed her his newly cleaned plate as he grabbed one of the other dirty ones from the pile next to the sink and taking the cloth in his hand again, began washing it. She wanted to know his name? "A-Andronikos." He replied, although not completely with a confidant air.
Post by Jovena Barbados on Feb 28, 2015 3:41:32 GMT
Aw now wasn't that just too cute? The big bad wolf was shy. She tried not to smile but couldn't help herself, and her dimples peeked in both cheeks. "A pleasure to meet you Andronikos, mind if I call you Andro? Or do you prefer to go by any other name?"
"Fine" Andronikos replied sharply, but his cheeks flushed pink at the given nickname as he sent a direct, concentrated stare down at the soapy plate in his hands as he continued to scrub.
Post by Jovena Barbados on Mar 4, 2015 0:55:14 GMT
She cleared her throat after another minute. "I think that one is clean now... maybe it should be rinsed and dried?" He was so intent in his thoughts that he was still scrubbing the same plate. She reached for the thing and brushed his hand when she tried to take it from him.
As she accidentally brushed his hand as she reached for the plate, he had not noticed her next words and the contact came a surprise to him. Startled, he dropped the plate, and it shattered as it hit the floor, large ceramic pieces skidding across the floor in all directions. Andronikos tensed even more, clenching his jaw, and under his breath grumbled a string of curses.
"No, I got it, it's my fault!" Andronikos interjected quickly as he pushed past her and opened up the supply closet door, grabbing a fraying broom and flimsy metal dustpan.
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