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entranceway2013-06-03 09:18 pm
swooshycape) wrote in entranceway2013-06-03 09:18 pm
[voice & action]
voice
[ Sometime Monday afternoon, a voice pops up on the network to ask a single question. The voice is low and gravelly, and it's relatively toneless, though if one listens closely, there's a faint edge. Anyone who knows Vincent well can probably tell he's not happy, but to others, he's more or less monotonous. ]
Who here has a lab... and where... can I find it?
[ There are words he wishes to have with a certain doctor... ]
action
[ Otherwise, Vincent spends a lot of time lurking and simply watching people during the week - sometimes outright avoiding them but others just... observing. He's starting to gain a few familiar haunts, even if he has yet to claim a room as his own.
Most mornings he begins at the beach, sitting on the pier and watching the sunrise while he smokes a cigarette or two. If any early risers happen to comment on his smoking habit, they will be promptly given a flat look and then ignored. His lungs can take it, and it's soothing as much for the ritualistic movements as the nicotine. Old habits die hard.
Later on in the day, he can be found exploring the forest. He doesn't go too far in, having heard the warnings, and he finds it strange that nothing lives there besides the trees, but that doesn't stop him from investigating. He moves very quietly, and if anyone happens to join him in the forest, they're liable to get stalked... Don't be surprised to find him lurking in the trees, sometimes hopping between them. The strange thing, though, is when he leaps, there's something almost smokey about him, with his cape swirling around him. It's almost like he's flying a little... maybe he is.
But much of the time, when he actually is in the mansion, he can usually be found in one of three places:
The library - where he lurks in dark corners, reading assorted books - or Dean's Bar - where he lurks in a dark corner or at the bar and nurses a variety of drinks - or the tea rooms where he.... ignores the tea and drinks coffee instead. But they're normally quiet, secluded rooms, and he likes that.
(But really, feel free to bother him just about anywhere! At least he's not threatening people with his gun anymore...) ]
[ Sometime Monday afternoon, a voice pops up on the network to ask a single question. The voice is low and gravelly, and it's relatively toneless, though if one listens closely, there's a faint edge. Anyone who knows Vincent well can probably tell he's not happy, but to others, he's more or less monotonous. ]
Who here has a lab... and where... can I find it?
[ There are words he wishes to have with a certain doctor... ]
action
[ Otherwise, Vincent spends a lot of time lurking and simply watching people during the week - sometimes outright avoiding them but others just... observing. He's starting to gain a few familiar haunts, even if he has yet to claim a room as his own.
Most mornings he begins at the beach, sitting on the pier and watching the sunrise while he smokes a cigarette or two. If any early risers happen to comment on his smoking habit, they will be promptly given a flat look and then ignored. His lungs can take it, and it's soothing as much for the ritualistic movements as the nicotine. Old habits die hard.
Later on in the day, he can be found exploring the forest. He doesn't go too far in, having heard the warnings, and he finds it strange that nothing lives there besides the trees, but that doesn't stop him from investigating. He moves very quietly, and if anyone happens to join him in the forest, they're liable to get stalked... Don't be surprised to find him lurking in the trees, sometimes hopping between them. The strange thing, though, is when he leaps, there's something almost smokey about him, with his cape swirling around him. It's almost like he's flying a little... maybe he is.
But much of the time, when he actually is in the mansion, he can usually be found in one of three places:
The library - where he lurks in dark corners, reading assorted books - or Dean's Bar - where he lurks in a dark corner or at the bar and nurses a variety of drinks - or the tea rooms where he.... ignores the tea and drinks coffee instead. But they're normally quiet, secluded rooms, and he likes that.
(But really, feel free to bother him just about anywhere! At least he's not threatening people with his gun anymore...) ]
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[ He thinks about it for another few moments. ]
...I am afraid I cannot visualize it, however... I do not know what an elephant is.
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[It was silly, but even Susan couldn't contest that the Discworld was beautiful, especially when viewed from a great distance. Odd, very much, but also a little majestic.]
Probably the most striking part is the Discbow, where the ocean runs off the rim and into the magic again. It's quite colorful, even if you have to lean an uncomfortable distance over the edge to see it.
It's rather the best excuse for the Circumfence, in my opinion.
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Is falling off... much of a problem?
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[Susan shrugs slightly and takes a sip of her neglected tea.]
I don't live on the Rim and the people who tumble over it don't often come back to complain.
[But, to her chagrin, talking about the Disc is making her rather homesick. It would be best to change the subject and Susan is nothing if not inquisitive.]
Tell me about Gaia. I assume falling off is less of a problem, there?
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[ He doesn't really mind talking about where he's from, though -- at least not in general. It's not like he really feels at home there, either. ]
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I imagine it must make giving directions tricky, though? Seeing as one eventually becomes the opposite.
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Not if you give the right reference points... nor if you determine a fixed line on the globe and direct from there...