lasthumanvoice: (as we celebrate mediocrity)
Cecil Gershwin Palmer ([personal profile] lasthumanvoice) wrote in [community profile] ph_logs2024-03-20 09:45 pm

[OPEN] His Mission, the Transmission of Technology

1. He stood upon the last bastions of the place [Time Off Work]
Cecil has, at Gerry's suggestion, taken a few days off from working as Yorick's right hand, the Community Radio Host and the reporter for the Gazette. The process was much easier than requesting time off from Station Management and dealing with their eldritch wrath. So, with some time off, he's going to of course spend some time working with Elias on learning magic and poking at the matter of Lot 37.

But first, he's going to climb some trees.

Perhaps you're in the Festival Green, or out in the forest near town, or even out in Paradesium, when you hear the grunts of a full grown man shimmying up a tree, or see him lose a shoe in the process. Or you look up and notice there's just an impish redhead in a branch above you. Wave hello, he's waving at you!


2. Looked out on the ruins with thunder in his face [Chaos Magic Training Mishap]
The spell had apparently failed, when he cast it with Elias. It was a simple transportation spell, and it had had no effect at the time. But it had, in fact, settled lightly on Cecil, waiting.

Waiting.

Waiting.

KERCHOO!

As Cecil lets out a sneeze (thank you, seasonal allergies), he teleports sixty feet within line of sight, in a manner that some might identify as similar to a misty step. Perhaps he's just landed on your table at one of the cafes with sidewalk seating. Perhaps you were talking to him and now he's over there. Perhaps you now have a bewildered radio host sniffling on your balcony.

Whoops!


3. An introverted spectacle in the flowers on the rocks [Community Project]
Once Cecil returns to Town Hall for work, he begins a new project, inspired by the success of the Potluck. If you're an offworlder in the Town Hall part of town (to include the Library and Festival Green) for any reason, you might get a journalist running up with a notepad.

"Hi, hello, hi, sorry to interrupt your whatever-you're-doing, but I just wanted to ask if I could have a recipe from your homeworld for a project I'm working on. Bonus points if it's something that could be created with the ingredients on hand here!"

Even if you're in the Library, he's at full Cecil enthusiasm here, his smile bright and chipper and insistent.


4. The daisies on the ramparts blowing free [Wildcard]
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pineapplesalmon: (arms crossed)

[personal profile] pineapplesalmon 2024-03-22 04:34 am (UTC)(link)
César thinks about that, then makes a little noise. "... Sometimes? But I've honestly purposefully kept myself too busy to think about it. I probably will now."
pineapplesalmon: (gently smiling)

[personal profile] pineapplesalmon 2024-03-22 06:48 pm (UTC)(link)
César remembers his apple and looks down at it with a soft smile. "I suppose it is. ... is there something in particular eating at you?"

He takes a bite, intending to listen.
pineapplesalmon: (considering the problem)

[personal profile] pineapplesalmon 2024-03-23 05:17 am (UTC)(link)
"... I was the opposite direction. Prosthetic hands." César sees the easing.
pineapplesalmon: (an explanation)

[personal profile] pineapplesalmon 2024-03-24 12:40 am (UTC)(link)
César looks mildly confused. "I didn't know Neil was married. ... but that's an aside. Please continue."
pineapplesalmon: (a young worry)

[personal profile] pineapplesalmon 2024-03-24 04:11 am (UTC)(link)
"Jon Sims..." César looks at his face. "That's a problem?"
pineapplesalmon: (hmm oops)

[personal profile] pineapplesalmon 2024-03-24 05:30 am (UTC)(link)
César just looks further confused. "... I'm lost."

He doesn't understand drama.
pineapplesalmon: (give me a minute)

[personal profile] pineapplesalmon 2024-03-24 05:34 am (UTC)(link)
"Yes, we are." César's further confused on how this is relevant.
pineapplesalmon: (well uhm let me explain)

[personal profile] pineapplesalmon 2024-03-24 05:51 am (UTC)(link)
"Uh." God, César's so confused. "I meant I'm lost on what we're talking about. You're mentioning being a centaur, then Dr. Coldwell? Who was married to Neil? And you're okay-not-okay with Jon Sims who is now involved with Neil?"

He pauses for a moment.

"... Is this gossip?"
pineapplesalmon: (a scientist's humor)

[personal profile] pineapplesalmon 2024-03-24 03:47 pm (UTC)(link)
César just starts cracking up and shakes his head, grabbing onto the trunk of the tree to not fall off. "I've never figured out how it works!"
pineapplesalmon: (a quick suggestion)

[personal profile] pineapplesalmon 2024-03-25 04:40 pm (UTC)(link)
"Very." Still laughing, César finally remembers to pull it out of his pocket and hands it over before taking a bite of his apple again. "By the way, here's your shoe."
pineapplesalmon: (confidence)

[personal profile] pineapplesalmon 2024-03-25 11:21 pm (UTC)(link)
César is still giggling a bit as he goes back to eating his apple. "... I need to sit in trees more often."