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[OPEN] A Dog's Life
Who: Jack La Hire and You
When: After being hired by Magne
Warning(s): May reference fantasy captivity, might slide into PTSD territory
1. Chases dreams, so it seems [Winter Market]
George had offered advice on finding preferences for himself--how to figure out what Jack himself liked, in the aftermath of what he's been through. While visiting the library had been a wholly overwhelming experience, he's still trying to explore the world and its bounty.
Today, that's brought him to the Winter Market, before it dries up and blows away. He's sniffing scented candles and examining patterned pocket squares, trying to figure out what it is that draws him to certain things. It's a process. He might solicit help picking out decor for his new room or updates to his wardrobe.
One thing he's certain he likes, though, is the stall handing out warm mulled cider. If you're not encountering him during shopping, you might see him holding a cup in both hands and looking the closest he's been to content.
2. He shines in his master's light [Velvet Ambrosia and Silk]
Jack has a job now! It's not dealing cards! Everything should be great now, right?
Well, tending bar isn't the simplest work in the world, it turns out. While he's glad to be doing something, there's a learning curve going on here. Perhaps you're a patron who's just gotten the wrong drink. Perhaps you're a fellow staffer wondering where Magne got this doofus. Perhaps you're just watching him in horror as he goes to shake a Moscow mule.
He really is trying his best.
3. Looking good, so he should [Minor Fae Bullshit]
Here's the thing. Jack isn't a changeling in the same sense that George is a changeling, but he has very much been altered by his time serving The Golden Wheel. Less so by the Black Stag, that was a very brief captivity. But what this means is that there is something vaguely fae about him.
Unfortunately for him, he's still figuring out what this means in practice.
Catch him outside somewhere when he thinks he's alone, animating a small pile of sticks and leaves into a little poppet with glowing eyes. Or catch him literally scuttling against a wall in the manner of a spider rather than walking on an icy patch of sidewalk, as if that's less treacherous territory. Or perhaps you see him alone, shuffling his deck somewhere, before he flicks his wrist and the cards assemble themselves into a fucking sword for a moment, before collapsing back into their usual form.
4. For the choice is very narrow [Wildcard]
This is your chance to wildcard me. PM or catch me on Discord to plot, or just throw yourself at me.
When: After being hired by Magne
Warning(s): May reference fantasy captivity, might slide into PTSD territory
1. Chases dreams, so it seems [Winter Market]
George had offered advice on finding preferences for himself--how to figure out what Jack himself liked, in the aftermath of what he's been through. While visiting the library had been a wholly overwhelming experience, he's still trying to explore the world and its bounty.
Today, that's brought him to the Winter Market, before it dries up and blows away. He's sniffing scented candles and examining patterned pocket squares, trying to figure out what it is that draws him to certain things. It's a process. He might solicit help picking out decor for his new room or updates to his wardrobe.
One thing he's certain he likes, though, is the stall handing out warm mulled cider. If you're not encountering him during shopping, you might see him holding a cup in both hands and looking the closest he's been to content.
2. He shines in his master's light [Velvet Ambrosia and Silk]
Jack has a job now! It's not dealing cards! Everything should be great now, right?
Well, tending bar isn't the simplest work in the world, it turns out. While he's glad to be doing something, there's a learning curve going on here. Perhaps you're a patron who's just gotten the wrong drink. Perhaps you're a fellow staffer wondering where Magne got this doofus. Perhaps you're just watching him in horror as he goes to shake a Moscow mule.
He really is trying his best.
3. Looking good, so he should [Minor Fae Bullshit]
Here's the thing. Jack isn't a changeling in the same sense that George is a changeling, but he has very much been altered by his time serving The Golden Wheel. Less so by the Black Stag, that was a very brief captivity. But what this means is that there is something vaguely fae about him.
Unfortunately for him, he's still figuring out what this means in practice.
Catch him outside somewhere when he thinks he's alone, animating a small pile of sticks and leaves into a little poppet with glowing eyes. Or catch him literally scuttling against a wall in the manner of a spider rather than walking on an icy patch of sidewalk, as if that's less treacherous territory. Or perhaps you see him alone, shuffling his deck somewhere, before he flicks his wrist and the cards assemble themselves into a fucking sword for a moment, before collapsing back into their usual form.
4. For the choice is very narrow [Wildcard]
This is your chance to wildcard me. PM or catch me on Discord to plot, or just throw yourself at me.