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estoria2015-04-10 10:11 pm
arcanaofdeath) wrote in estoria2015-04-10 10:11 pm
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Who: Pharos and you!
When: December 18th.
Where: Apartments; shopping district.
What: Pharos was offered three jobs. Why not try them all out in a single day?
Warnings: None.
[Hello citizens of Cerealia! It's a beautiful day for weird encounters, wouldn't you say? What kind of weird encounters you may wonder. Overly large and affectionate demons? A three-headed dog with loads of slobber? The zombie apocalypse? Skeleton Wars: The Phantom Menace?
Sadly, no.
What you may or may not stumble upon is a certain, pajama clad boy trying out each of the jobs he was offered upon his arrival. Wouldn't really want to commit to something without knowing what it entails.]
morning
[There is nothing quite like reading the newspaper in the morning, right? A cup of coffee or tea or whichever beverage you prefer with the news of the hour spread out in front of you, there really is nothing comparable. Or maybe you prefer to sleep in because your day ended at four in the morning and you're in dire need of sleep? Perhaps not a morning person?
Either way, Pharos has instructions to drop off the holo-newspaper without fail. No one would want a newspaper boy who doesn't know how to bring people their reading material in the mornings, right? So he'll do the polite thing and ring the doorbell at whichever o'clock in the morning to deliver it safe and sound.
Nevermind the fact that he's supposed to do this quietly.
If you happen to be up and about and open the door, you will find Pharos standing on your doormat. Smiling up at you. And greeting you with a 'Good morning', chipper as can be.
If you happen to still be asleep and don't hear or wake up and decide to ignore the ringing, there will be silence for a few seconds. Then you'll get a lapful of holo-newspaper courtesy to the young boy now standing in whichever room you're in.
Teleportation skills and no sense of personal space come in handy sometimes.]
lunch
[Tired from your morning filled with exploring/sparring/tricking people/being tricked by people/work?
Pharos will be standing outside of a coffee shop, holding a tray with a handful of small cups and a thermos bottle filled with what appears to be coffee. Hot coffee. Coffee which smells utterly delicious. The aroma calls to you, sings to you. The coffee really is that good. Maybe it is actually ambrosia. You won't know until you try it.
Dressed somewhat like the Cheshire cat, Pharos will taking his job as mascot very seriously and will be offering poor, weary wayward travelers some coffee as well as a cheerful looking balloon which may or may not pass as coffee bean if you squint hard enough.
And cock your head to the side.]
afternoon
[The lights have grown dimmer as the hours have ticked by, soft and orange and yellow. While some of the shops begin to close, one door-sign is finally flipped from Closed to Open. The sign in front of the door reads 'The Wheel of Fortune – Get your prediction while it's still accurate!' Should you decide to enter, you'll find a single table manned by Pharos, kicking his legs and his chin propped up on his hands.
Clearly, he's been waiting for someone to come in so he can read them their fortune.
Perhaps your character is just settling down, maybe they've already received their fortune and are bemused by it. What kind of prediction is 'Your shoes will make you happy today' anyway? Perhaps you've asked for something more elaborate than a short prediction and are now wondering why in the world the kid is pulling out tarot cards. Aren't those a little outdated?
Careful though, some predictions may hit very close to home...]
evening – bonus
[Maybe you've encountered Pharos during all three scenarios and are wondering whether or not the kid is stalking you. Or if he has two identical brothers and this is just a group of triplets.
Or create your own scenario.]
(note: For the fortune telling, your character will probably get fortune cookie predictions or, if they get a tarot reading, one I'll generate online. I'll be sure to pm you first to ask for permission if I end up using canon information though the wording of the canon prediction would be pretty vague.)
When: December 18th.
Where: Apartments; shopping district.
What: Pharos was offered three jobs. Why not try them all out in a single day?
Warnings: None.
[Hello citizens of Cerealia! It's a beautiful day for weird encounters, wouldn't you say? What kind of weird encounters you may wonder. Overly large and affectionate demons? A three-headed dog with loads of slobber? The zombie apocalypse? Skeleton Wars: The Phantom Menace?
Sadly, no.
What you may or may not stumble upon is a certain, pajama clad boy trying out each of the jobs he was offered upon his arrival. Wouldn't really want to commit to something without knowing what it entails.]
morning
[There is nothing quite like reading the newspaper in the morning, right? A cup of coffee or tea or whichever beverage you prefer with the news of the hour spread out in front of you, there really is nothing comparable. Or maybe you prefer to sleep in because your day ended at four in the morning and you're in dire need of sleep? Perhaps not a morning person?
Either way, Pharos has instructions to drop off the holo-newspaper without fail. No one would want a newspaper boy who doesn't know how to bring people their reading material in the mornings, right? So he'll do the polite thing and ring the doorbell at whichever o'clock in the morning to deliver it safe and sound.
Nevermind the fact that he's supposed to do this quietly.
If you happen to be up and about and open the door, you will find Pharos standing on your doormat. Smiling up at you. And greeting you with a 'Good morning', chipper as can be.
If you happen to still be asleep and don't hear or wake up and decide to ignore the ringing, there will be silence for a few seconds. Then you'll get a lapful of holo-newspaper courtesy to the young boy now standing in whichever room you're in.
Teleportation skills and no sense of personal space come in handy sometimes.]
lunch
[Tired from your morning filled with exploring/sparring/tricking people/being tricked by people/work?
Pharos will be standing outside of a coffee shop, holding a tray with a handful of small cups and a thermos bottle filled with what appears to be coffee. Hot coffee. Coffee which smells utterly delicious. The aroma calls to you, sings to you. The coffee really is that good. Maybe it is actually ambrosia. You won't know until you try it.
Dressed somewhat like the Cheshire cat, Pharos will taking his job as mascot very seriously and will be offering poor, weary wayward travelers some coffee as well as a cheerful looking balloon which may or may not pass as coffee bean if you squint hard enough.
And cock your head to the side.]
afternoon
[The lights have grown dimmer as the hours have ticked by, soft and orange and yellow. While some of the shops begin to close, one door-sign is finally flipped from Closed to Open. The sign in front of the door reads 'The Wheel of Fortune – Get your prediction while it's still accurate!' Should you decide to enter, you'll find a single table manned by Pharos, kicking his legs and his chin propped up on his hands.
Clearly, he's been waiting for someone to come in so he can read them their fortune.
Perhaps your character is just settling down, maybe they've already received their fortune and are bemused by it. What kind of prediction is 'Your shoes will make you happy today' anyway? Perhaps you've asked for something more elaborate than a short prediction and are now wondering why in the world the kid is pulling out tarot cards. Aren't those a little outdated?
Careful though, some predictions may hit very close to home...]
evening – bonus
[Maybe you've encountered Pharos during all three scenarios and are wondering whether or not the kid is stalking you. Or if he has two identical brothers and this is just a group of triplets.
Or create your own scenario.]
(note: For the fortune telling, your character will probably get fortune cookie predictions or, if they get a tarot reading, one I'll generate online. I'll be sure to pm you first to ask for permission if I end up using canon information though the wording of the canon prediction would be pretty vague.)
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It's probably the former.
And now that Oz seems to take Pharos' rather unconvential entrance in stride, Pharos blinks before looking satisfied. He thought that all humans reacted badly to a sudden and unexpected untrusion but perhaps he has been mistaken.]
You didn't mind the delivery method?
[Pharos will have to remember that if the method's fine. He'll apply it more often then.]
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[Or they're maniacs like his darling roommate and stow guns under their pillows, either or... He doesn't want to accidentally give off the idea that everyone would react as sanely(???) as he does to sudden intrusions.
But since he does have a guest now and all, he flips the covers back and swings his legs out over the side of his bed.]
I think it's a lot of dedication, though! It's probably fine if you just leave it outside the door, but this way it doesn't get stolen or something. [Who would steal a single copy of the holopaper.]
Anyway— [Another wayward attempt at smashing his hair into place. NOPE...] What's your name? I should probably be starting breakfast soon too, so you can stay for that if you want! [oz needs 100 babysitters]
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But Pharos takes it all in stride. The possibility of someone stealing the newspaper does exist after all and he'll try to ask whoever he'll visit after Oz if they prefer the direct delivery or if they want the newspaper dropped off in front of the door.
He shuffles to the side to make space for Oz to walk by, watching as the other makes another attempt at taming his hair into some semblance of controlled chaos. It doesn't appear to be working.
Perhaps he should cut it all off if it's such a hassle?]
My name is Pharos. [aka the worst babysitter in the entire world and he will do naught but watch and see which trouble Oz can get himself into. Especially breakfast.
The offer does seem to confuse Pharos as much as it delights him and his lips curl into a small, intrigued smile.] If you don't mind, I would like to stay.
[Breakfast. He's never actually had that since he doesn't need to eat to sustain himself. Pharos is, however, as curious about it as he seems to be about Oz's easy acceptance.]
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Pharos! It's good to meet you, Pharos. [He repeats it kind of sleepily, but with a fair amount of enthusiasm nonetheless. It's always nice meeting new people okay, even if they kind of zoop into your house without warning... After stifling a yawn:]
I'm Oz! And I don't mind at all. I wouldn't have made the offer if I did, right? [Accompanied by a small, airy little laugh. He's quick to open his bedroom door after that, peering one way and then the other down the hall... Seems like his roommate is still asleep, at least, so that's one hurdle cleared.]
All right, the coast is clear! [MARCHIN ON OUT and just expecting Pharos to follow, mostly.] What kind of things do you like?
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It's nice to meet you, Oz. [The easy acceptance reminds Pharos of Minato and he smiles at the memory as he trails after Oz. The same sleepy look, the same sleep-mussed hair. The only thing missing to make this even more familiar is dark, inhuman light of the Dark Hour.
...Are they on a mission though, perhaps? With the way Oz is sneaking around, you would think he was in trouble for attempting to make breakfast by himself. And also for smuggling the newspaper kid into the kitchen.
The cheery tone in Oz's voice makes Pharos smile widen for a moment before he makes a quizzical, thoughtful noise. He doesn't know what he likes.]
I don't know. What do you prefer to eat in the mornings?
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They are indeed on a mission, though. The mission is called "don't wake up Ciel and get supermurdered because he hates it when guests arrive uninvited but Oz keeps doing it anyway". Luckily, Ciel's bedroom is soundproofed, so they're in the clear and can be as loud as they want now.]
Me? Hm... I like sweet things! We have some croissants that are filled with raspberry jam from the bakery. Oh, but bacon is good, too... So are eggs! Have you had them poached before? If you salt and pepper them, they're tasty! You can make little toast fingers to dip into the yolk, too.
[Clearly this kid has an appetite...]
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Though being supermurdered by one Ciel Phantomhive does sound rather unpleasant and it would be best to avoid that fate. Better keep him in the dark until he wakes up on his own and hopefully by then, everything will be done and said and two boys will have been fed and the kitchen intact.
And that is quite the list. Pharos seems to be especially intrigued by the idea of toast fingers. Does that mean the toast is being cut into finger shapes? Long stripes? Wrapped around one's fingers and then dipped into the poached egg? There is a lot Pharos doesn't know yet and he is not opposed to the idea of learning more.]
Is that what you eat every morning?
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Oz quite often lives on the edge (of murder) when it comes to dealing with his sour-faced roommate, either way. A little breakfast with a stranger is just one more thing to add to the ever-growing list of reasons why Ciel wants to throttle him. He sure doesn't let it deter him!
Once in the kitchen, he immediately makes a beeline for the fridge, gesturing Pharos in after him. It's an open-area kitchen with the breakfast table nearby, situated next to some open windows; overall a very sunny, warm and welcoming area.]
Not every morning, but on some mornings, yes! I also like cinnamon rolls when I have the time to make them... Oh! Or turnovers! There are some that you can toast in the toaster oven, so they're finished really fast. See? [After rummaging around in the freezer half for a second, he pulls out an opened box of toaster strudels.]
You can frost them yourself and everything!