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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.
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"What are you trying to understand? You could ask, instead of watching."
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Jack seems to do it almost compulsively, any time he feels anxious or guilty. George has surely seen it before.
"I am trying to understand how to live a good life, as I was instructed to do. And how it is, to act like one is free. So I can act like that."
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"Has it been helping?"
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But better than holding it all alone.
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What Jack needs is a Freehold, but what do they have here? Okie, who used to be a Changeling but somehow isn't anymore; Dimitri, who could have been one but isn't; a person George has seen around town but never managed to meet, who he's not sure he can assume is a Changeling in a way he'd recognise; George himself, who was much happier being nobody of particular importance in a large Freehold; and now Jack, Maskless and Hedge-fresh without ever having passed through the Hedge.
Five people. It's nowhere near enough. Perhaps they should try anyway.
"When I made it home there were hundreds who'd been through similar things. Some of them dedicated themselves to helping the newly escaped. There's nothing like that here, I'm afraid, you'd have found it already if there was. But, if you'd like, I can see about organising the few other people who've been touched by the Wyrd together, it might help you to have a few more people to look to, if nothing else."
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"If you think it might help. I am flying blind, as it were. Everyone has been as kind as I could wish, though."
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"It might, but I can't give you any guarantees. It's your choice, ultimately, and you don't have to have answer now. It can wait as long as you need, or never happen at all. Your comfort is the most important thing, to my mind."
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(Isn't he? Just getting his orders from someone new? Told to live a good life, he attached himself to a new house and its madam. It was the simplest choice, really.
He doubts there's any of himself to find.)"Ah. I see." He absolutely does not see.
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"It's alright if you don't. It takes a long time to get used to, I'm not sure I'm entirely there yet either."
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