Degas Clayton (
preacher_in_reticence) wrote in
ph_logs2024-06-27 05:34 pm
[OPEN] Don't Be Afraid to be Weak
Who: Degas Clayton and You
What: The beginning of his sabbatical
When: July, perhaps longer
Where: All over the place!
Warning(s): Discussion of depression and mourning likely
1. That's not the beginning of the end [Attempts to Relax]
If you’re a personal friend of Degas, you might have gotten a message via sending stone, letting you know in advance that he’s taking a sabbatical from his work at the Temple. At least one month off, perhaps longer. It’s time he gets to relax, to breathe and reset and heal from everything that the past several years have done to him.
The problem is that this man hardly knows how to relax. Catch him around town:
- getting a meal alone at a cafe or restaurant, looking awkward about sitting alone
- on the beach or docks, fishing
- visiting the graveyard with a bag in one hand and a bouquet of flowers in the other
- walking his Pokemon, both very large compared to him. The Appletun is pokey and the Trevenant is cranky, but both seem quite protective.
2. That's the return to yourself [Home Decor]
The sign reads YARD SALE in big friendly green letters, and the items laid out on blankets on the lawn go with it. Most are very feminine floral items–lacy placemats, a daffodil teapot, pillows with roses the sizes of cabbages on them. On some level, Degas still wonders if this is a betrayal of Melly. On another…well.
”It's a charming piece. Might be a nice addition to a kitchen, if that's your sort of thing.”
“My sort of thing? Jon, you've seen what my home looks like. I haven't the foggiest idea what my sort of thing is, at this point."
It is time to learn that for himself, isn’t it? And if someone else can get good use out of Melly’s collection of unused yarn, or her old dresses, well. It’s better, isn’t it?
After the sale, friends may be invited to help Degas paint and redecorate his home, making it a place for a single man to live, a place he feels at home in, even without her.
3. The return to innocence [Wildcard]
[find me on discord at darkersolstice to plot]
What: The beginning of his sabbatical
When: July, perhaps longer
Where: All over the place!
Warning(s): Discussion of depression and mourning likely
1. That's not the beginning of the end [Attempts to Relax]
If you’re a personal friend of Degas, you might have gotten a message via sending stone, letting you know in advance that he’s taking a sabbatical from his work at the Temple. At least one month off, perhaps longer. It’s time he gets to relax, to breathe and reset and heal from everything that the past several years have done to him.
The problem is that this man hardly knows how to relax. Catch him around town:
- getting a meal alone at a cafe or restaurant, looking awkward about sitting alone
- on the beach or docks, fishing
- visiting the graveyard with a bag in one hand and a bouquet of flowers in the other
- walking his Pokemon, both very large compared to him. The Appletun is pokey and the Trevenant is cranky, but both seem quite protective.
2. That's the return to yourself [Home Decor]
The sign reads YARD SALE in big friendly green letters, and the items laid out on blankets on the lawn go with it. Most are very feminine floral items–lacy placemats, a daffodil teapot, pillows with roses the sizes of cabbages on them. On some level, Degas still wonders if this is a betrayal of Melly. On another…well.
”It's a charming piece. Might be a nice addition to a kitchen, if that's your sort of thing.”
“My sort of thing? Jon, you've seen what my home looks like. I haven't the foggiest idea what my sort of thing is, at this point."
It is time to learn that for himself, isn’t it? And if someone else can get good use out of Melly’s collection of unused yarn, or her old dresses, well. It’s better, isn’t it?
After the sale, friends may be invited to help Degas paint and redecorate his home, making it a place for a single man to live, a place he feels at home in, even without her.
3. The return to innocence [Wildcard]
[find me on discord at darkersolstice to plot]

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He needs a community, in order to provide Dawn with everything she needs. Whether that community likes him or not is immaterial.
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There’s clothes, plush toys, a quilt with traditional designs in deep green and purple and pink. The clothes are not particularly frilly, and there’s signs of where things were mended for a very active child.
“Pass things down to Sally and Gwen when Dawn outgrows them.”
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"This is very generous," Tarantulas says, biting his lower lip. "But...I fear I only brought a little brass with me..." There's no way he can afford all the things he wants to take.
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"For these, I'm not asking you for brass. I'm passing them on as a fellow parent. And I'm asking you to do the same, later."
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Ah, and now his eyes are burning. "Thank you," he says hoarsely. "I will...I will definitely pass these on, once Gwen is old enough." Except for the quilt. That's Dawn's now. Although maybe she'll want to pass it on herself, if she ever has a child...
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He looks away awkwardly, kneeling down to carefully begin putting things back in the trunk.
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He stands nearby, watching Tarantulas, unable to completely turn off the community leader voice even when on sabbatical.
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