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sora ([personal profile] arsarcanum) wrote in [community profile] logsinthenight2020-01-06 10:07 am

From the windows (from the windows) to the walls (to the walls)

characters: Sora, Crowley, Matt Murdock, Hana, Midge Maisel, and you!
location: Beacon, with a quick detour to the lake post-freeze.
date/time: January 3rd through the 10th! (And one on the 13th if I can get away with it - Sora wants to go ice skating!)
content: Sora is on his grind! Taking names! Making friends! Paying his dues! Having fun! Trying to work so hard that his existential crisis forgets he's there! (Will match tag format.)
warnings: Warning for low self-esteem and, uh, Catholicism?

[ A: A visit to a new friend. Closed to Hana Song (and maybe the other residents of the cabin?) ]

Day three of the convalescence of Hana Song. Sora's in the cabin again, walking to her door with a paper bag under his arm after giving a brief, polite, completely friendly greeting to her roommates. They're very lucky that they took her in, and even helped find them splints and bandages so her arm and leg would heal straight. (That took a lot of reapplications of the Cure spell! It's sort of strange to think it's been reduced to the same effect as super fancy band-aids and anesthetic.)

He'll knock at the door of her room in the cabin. "Hey, Hana? You awake?"

[ B: Bad Catholic checks out a creepy pagan cathedral. For Matt Murdock, but open otherwise. ]

It's Sunday, so it seems like a perfectly reasonable day to check out the little church he saw on his many, many trips to and from the boat when he first got here. Skyler never really took religion seriously, and only went to Mass when the rest of the family did for Christmas and Easter, and even then he only did it because Arielle wanted to go see the lights and hear the music with everyone, Skyler included. If there's Catholic guilt here, it's only here because Arielle managed to make Skyler feel bad for not pretending to give a fuck.

In a lot of ways, Sora has even less of an attachment to organized religion than Skyler did. After all, he was living proof that the soul did not conclusively go to a heaven or a hell. And even if his existence wasn't conclusive enough, the many times he died in all of his lives and the many ways death and the afterlife has manifested has shifted his perspective of an all powerful God who reigns over heaven by just a bit. A church shouldn't change his perspective on that.

But, again, in a lot of ways, Sora is Skyler, except honest. And if he was being honest with himself, he liked the peace and beauty of a church as much as Ari did. He was just curious to see it, is all.

He shuts the tall door behind him and looks around the atrium, lifting his lantern to see as much of the architecture as he can. No clear dedications on his way in. What a weird place.

"Is this place Anglican," he asks, half to himself and half to the darkness of the pews in front of him. His eyes are now more or less used to the constant, overpowering dark of Beacon, but he still doesn't know if anyone else is in here. No nightvision for him.

[ C: Library. Open. ]

Throughout the week during his stay at the library, Sora will slowly, inevitably, grudgingly take an interest in the books around him. He's really not big on fiction - he's not creative enough to make them interesting - but the non-fiction will capture his interest. Practical books on cooking and first aid grab him first, followed by anything else that seems like it could come in handy in the near future - morse code, music, diy and repairs. (He makes sure to put them back in the reshelving areas, not on the shelves - he's not entirely a caveman, and the Elvira person on the network told him to be careful and clean up after himself and others. Which he does!)

Where do you find him? Wandering around with a book in his hand? Reading at one of the tables? Passed out drooling on one of the tables? Were you interested in something in the fiction section, only to find his cot in the way of your books? Is he in the cot? Who knows! I don't know. It's up to you.

[ D: The Invincible, the Kitchen. For Midge Maisel, but open to anyone who can catch him arriving or leaving. ]

Hey, Midge. Remember that teen who shyly poked his head into the kitchen a few days ago and asked in a very, very slight New Jersey accent if he could use the kitchen just to make some things and leave? The kid who proceeded to come back every day, right after the end of the daily meal, to make something to eat before cleaning up (and he always cleans up - maybe not perfectly, with things in the wrong places, but there are no crumbs or stray utensils left out) and heading out again?

Yup. Same teen. He's toasting a couple of pieces of bread in butter, layering cheese and some slices of turkey he found somewhere on top. It's nothing extraordinarily fancy, and he's just going to pack it up and leave again, but this time, he's making enough for two. He also has a bowl with him, and inside... that's a fruit salad, isn't it? Slices of apple, grapefruit, orange, peach, and a few more fruits rest inside, dotted with blueberries and grapes. Who exactly is he making all of this for? Why is he making it? Why can't he just eat with everyone else??? It is a mystery.

[ E: Armory. Open. ]

On the third day of the blizzard, Sora gathers all of the clothing he can and some snowboots he nabbed from the general store and hikes the miserable 40 minute hike through driving snow to the armory. He makes sure to go there when the regular lessons with Javert aren't going on - as much as he'd love some company, he doesn't want to risk running into anyone else while he tests out his spells, especially if they make him think about who he is and why he's doing any of this. One thing at a time!

He's tacked a piece of paper to wall. On this paper is a list of every spell and ability he can reasonably test without someone else there to help him. Time to do some experimenting.

Why are you out here? What are you doing? It's so cold! There's so much snow! But if you're in the armory for some reason, you'll see a weird kid in the basement at the range, with a giant key in his hands, casting magic spells that send pinpricks of light spinning at the targets at the other end of the range. How curious are you? (And seriously, what are you doing out there right now?)

[ F: Sora has skates and will now sksksksksk across the ice. For Crowley, but open otherwise. ]

Pretty self explanatory. Granted, the skates are VERY beautiful, made of glassy crystal, with a pair of crystal hand-glove-claw things to match, but they seem to be for aesthetics only. Sora will stay near the edge of the water - he doesn't want to risk falling through for several reasons - and he skates with the comfortable motions of someone who doesn't skate professionally but can and does skate for fun.

But indeed, there he go. Sksksksksk across the ice, his lantern bumping at his hip. He could use some company. He will, in fact, wave and skate over if he sees he has an audience. You aren't getting away without a chat, pal. (Unless you're a Riku or Vanitas, in which case he will seriously consider drowning after all.)
maisel: <user name="peaked"> (but the good stuff promised)

[personal profile] maisel 2020-01-08 09:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It's sweet. It's good of him to do--he's a good kid, even though she's not completely sure they aren't five or six years apart. Still a kid in her eyes--most people are here, even the ones that are older than her.

She glances at the pan, and then the salad, and her lips press into a thin line, as if she's debating something. ]


You'll need drinks--hot cocoa. I'll show you my Mama's recipe from Paris--she used to make it for me all the time when I was a little girl, won't take long--and when my brother nearly gaged his eye out with an elastic band she made it for him to try to make him feel better while recovering. Or to make him feel guilty while he was recovering since he also broke a vase. I could never figure that one out.
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[personal profile] maisel 2020-01-10 09:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, stop. It's a well-oiled machine at this point, and this is fun.

[ She does glance back to make sure everyone's working--which, thank God, they are, and she's all smiles as she's turning the stove back on. ]

It won't take long, really--the secret's the brown sugar.
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[personal profile] maisel 2020-01-18 02:32 am (UTC)(link)
[ She is definitely fighting the urge to either pinch his cheek or pat him on the head. Luckily none of these come to fruition, but she does smile proudly. ]

Big batches is easy, take a meal or something that serves 4 to 6 people and quadruple it. It's a little hard to adjust for taste, but with a group like this there's no winnning.

[ She looks pointedly to the entrance of the kitchen. ] I'm just glad I've got practice. you try feeding 30 people kreplach and tzimmes for Sukkot. Everybody's got an opinion.

[ Her in-laws. Her in-laws have an opinion. Constantly. ]
maisel: <user name="peaked"> (Maybe a part of your problem is simply)

[personal profile] maisel 2020-01-18 10:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[ She has absolutely no idea what a tiya is but she can use context clues to figure it out--family, it seems, no matter where you're from, are the same. She wonders if there's an overlap between Jewish family traditions and Manila's. Manilans? Either way, she wouldn't be surprised. ]

Completely expected where I'm from. [ New York, she means, and she gives a bit of a smile. ] At this point it's pretty relaxing, I've been trained to do this stuff for when I nabbed a husband. Gotta keep a man interested and part of that is throwing parties.
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[personal profile] maisel 2020-01-20 10:37 pm (UTC)(link)
The word Debutante is awfully WASP-y. [ It's said with joking disgust, light-hearted and kidding--mostly. ] Who do you think I am, someone who makes pot roast? [ She'll die on pot roast versus brisket hill. Just watch her. ] But, I live on the Upper West-Side, if that means anything to you.

More importantly: [ Midge is getting everything ready and ingredients out, trusting Sora to keep up with her just because he seems like he's paying attention. ] Where are you from? You know, asides from New Jersey. I don't even know your name.
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[personal profile] maisel 2020-01-22 06:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Princeton. Alright, Ivy League. [ It's a joke, teasing and gentle--Miriam without jokes is someone who may as well just not exist--but her laugh is real and warm. ]

Tell you what. You give me a name and I won't give you a hard time about your unfortunate birth location.

[ Guess who caught you didn't answer? This gal. ]
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[personal profile] maisel 2020-01-29 06:36 pm (UTC)(link)
You can call me Midge if it's easier. [ She's weighing the option of whether or not she wants to tell him she's in the middle of a divorce. On one hand, she's always been open, on the other, that might be too much information. So she offers a little bump of the shoulder, something appropriate but a little silly to show she gets it. She's not going to pry if he doesn't want. ]

Or Miriam. Midge is what I normally go by. Mrs. Masiel's just a deeply ironic stage name at this point.
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[personal profile] maisel 2020-01-30 07:20 pm (UTC)(link)
I've got kids. Or--had kids. They're much younger than you, though... so Sora it is.

[ Or 'ivy league,' Midge thinks. She's never been one for nicknames, but she thinks the other might like or appreciate one. He's a good kid, she decides. If she can focus on a stupid thing like Sora's nickname, she can ignore the dull pang in her heart as she remembers Esther and Ethan. ]