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hugtopia_logs2021-01-06 12:07 am
lapisdei) wrote in hugtopia_logs2021-01-06 12:07 am
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Vago Mundo // OTA
♥ Who: Zhongli + anyone!
♥ Where: Diacht temple, other temples, shopping district
♥ When: Jan 4th
♥ What: Zhongli arrives on the scene
♥ Rating: PG for language.
[a.] Temple visits
[ After waking and being introduced to the situation via the automata priests, Zhongli would spend quite a bit of time slowly wandering the halls, indulging in the artistry of the architecture, as well as the many small details that reminded him of home.
He was quite pleased to be a patron of Diacht's, given how their values aligned, though other reservations on the matter of deities was held on his tongue. Being one himself, he wondered about the burdens and machinations placed on the present deity's shoulders, and what secrets the temples held.
[ If found in Diacht's temple, Zhongli would be asking a priest about the decorations and their purpose. The priest would begin to explain, but upon catching sight of someone else, suggest that Zhongli might be better off asking another off-worlder about these customs than themselves.
[ If found in any other temple, Zhongli would be asking about the local deities and their customs, and if approached, would happily ask the other off-worlder what they think of the temple. ]
[b.] Terrible Luck
[ After leaving one of the temples, perhaps with someone else, perhaps not, Zhongli's attention was caught by a fortune teller drawing in patrons, and he couldn't help but to approach and inquire about the tellers' wares.
Upon explanation, he found it quite charming, and asked to be given a fortune. He couldn't read it, but the automata distributing them kindly read it for him and handed the paper back to him. He stood in place for a moment, looking at the illegible script, and pondered the meaning for a minute. ]
That does fit the moment--thank you for your time.
[ He turned to leave the booth, be it with whomever walked out with him, or, if he left the temple alone, so he left the booth alone, as well. However, it wouldn't be long at all before some poor unfortunate soul near Zhongli would see a very tall, resplendently dressed man promptly slip in the snow and Eat Shit with the most graceful of barks. He'd sit up and wipe the snow off of the thighs of his pants and try to brush his hands dry off one another, and did a fine job of hiding just how distraught he was.
Zhongli would then manage to stand up, but a chunk of ice caught under his heel, and down he went again, this time landing on his back with a winded grunt.
He knitted his brows, but patience was still exercised. He'd stand and dust himself off a second time, and make a few meters of progress before sliding. For the way he skated down the walkway, one might think he was clumsily cruising along on heelys, but no. The ice just really seemed to have it out for him until a light post became his unlikely savior. Zhongli cleared his throat, smoothed out his coat, and the very moment he let go of the pillar, a native of this world went running by, bumped their shoulder to his, and down he went into the snow again. ]
I'm beginning to think I'll have better luck staying down here for now. [ He seemed more resigned, though the stiffness in his tone started to betray his irritation at the sudden bout of mechanical difficulty he was having at the moment. ]
[c.] Little soldier boy come marching home
[ Zhongli had not yet chosen a home for himself. He wanted, instead, to take his time, as he preferred with all things, and give the decision due care and consideration. A kindly native of the world explained the amenities were all the same in the provided housing, and the only real available customization was to be had by choice of roommates and location.
It was a small thing, but he wanted to take the time to decide whether or not he wanted others living with him, so for now, he asked where he could get a cup of hot tea and found the described location.
[c.1] Upon finally making it to the front of the line and placing an order for ginger and chamomile tea, he was then, of course, asked to pay. Zhongli paused, thoughtfully so, but then quickly followed up the moment by asking how to pay. The barista just gave him a tired glance, but otherwise was kind enough to explain how to perform the transaction. ]
Ah, thank you. It would seem I don't have any of your currency, though.
[ Zhongli didn't seem at all embarrassed or perturbed. Only a little disappointed and saddened that he wouldn't be getting his tea, and wasted the time of those around him. ]
[c2.] A kindly patron had paid for his tea inside, and after graciously thanking them, he took a seat at one of the dainty tables and cupped the tea gently in both hands, relishing the warmth of the cup. He also took his time lingering over the rim of the cup, letting the steam rise and tickle his nose and forehead to chase away the last lingering chill of winter from outside, and to also enjoy the sweet, light aroma of ginger and chamomile. It would be some time before he took his first sip and set the cup carefully down on the table with a purposeful presence of mind. ]
Though wonderfully brewed, I will say this tea tastes...off. Not necessarily bad, and I compliment the staff's understanding of a finely brewed cup of tea, but there's a certain element to it that I can't describe. A unique quality, likely a result of the components having different qualities from those of home.
[ Zhongli also asked what his company suggested to enjoy as a snack with tea--since he was so unfamiliar with the options--and he of coursed asked politely if they would like to order some. As it sat on the table next to his cup, however, he gave the pastry(he had decided on a cinnamon roll, thinking the cinnamon would pair well with the ginger and chamomile) a curious look, then looked to his companion. ]
Will I need a fork to eat this?
[d.] Wildcard
[ Is there anything in particular you want to drag Zhongli into? Feel free to! I'll happily go along with whatever. Don't @ me for the title of the c option if you know the reference. >:) ]
♥ Where: Diacht temple, other temples, shopping district
♥ When: Jan 4th
♥ What: Zhongli arrives on the scene
♥ Rating: PG for language.
[a.] Temple visits
[ After waking and being introduced to the situation via the automata priests, Zhongli would spend quite a bit of time slowly wandering the halls, indulging in the artistry of the architecture, as well as the many small details that reminded him of home.
He was quite pleased to be a patron of Diacht's, given how their values aligned, though other reservations on the matter of deities was held on his tongue. Being one himself, he wondered about the burdens and machinations placed on the present deity's shoulders, and what secrets the temples held.
[ If found in Diacht's temple, Zhongli would be asking a priest about the decorations and their purpose. The priest would begin to explain, but upon catching sight of someone else, suggest that Zhongli might be better off asking another off-worlder about these customs than themselves.
[ If found in any other temple, Zhongli would be asking about the local deities and their customs, and if approached, would happily ask the other off-worlder what they think of the temple. ]
[b.] Terrible Luck
[ After leaving one of the temples, perhaps with someone else, perhaps not, Zhongli's attention was caught by a fortune teller drawing in patrons, and he couldn't help but to approach and inquire about the tellers' wares.
Upon explanation, he found it quite charming, and asked to be given a fortune. He couldn't read it, but the automata distributing them kindly read it for him and handed the paper back to him. He stood in place for a moment, looking at the illegible script, and pondered the meaning for a minute. ]
That does fit the moment--thank you for your time.
[ He turned to leave the booth, be it with whomever walked out with him, or, if he left the temple alone, so he left the booth alone, as well. However, it wouldn't be long at all before some poor unfortunate soul near Zhongli would see a very tall, resplendently dressed man promptly slip in the snow and Eat Shit with the most graceful of barks. He'd sit up and wipe the snow off of the thighs of his pants and try to brush his hands dry off one another, and did a fine job of hiding just how distraught he was.
Zhongli would then manage to stand up, but a chunk of ice caught under his heel, and down he went again, this time landing on his back with a winded grunt.
He knitted his brows, but patience was still exercised. He'd stand and dust himself off a second time, and make a few meters of progress before sliding. For the way he skated down the walkway, one might think he was clumsily cruising along on heelys, but no. The ice just really seemed to have it out for him until a light post became his unlikely savior. Zhongli cleared his throat, smoothed out his coat, and the very moment he let go of the pillar, a native of this world went running by, bumped their shoulder to his, and down he went into the snow again. ]
I'm beginning to think I'll have better luck staying down here for now. [ He seemed more resigned, though the stiffness in his tone started to betray his irritation at the sudden bout of mechanical difficulty he was having at the moment. ]
[c.] Little soldier boy come marching home
[ Zhongli had not yet chosen a home for himself. He wanted, instead, to take his time, as he preferred with all things, and give the decision due care and consideration. A kindly native of the world explained the amenities were all the same in the provided housing, and the only real available customization was to be had by choice of roommates and location.
It was a small thing, but he wanted to take the time to decide whether or not he wanted others living with him, so for now, he asked where he could get a cup of hot tea and found the described location.
[c.1] Upon finally making it to the front of the line and placing an order for ginger and chamomile tea, he was then, of course, asked to pay. Zhongli paused, thoughtfully so, but then quickly followed up the moment by asking how to pay. The barista just gave him a tired glance, but otherwise was kind enough to explain how to perform the transaction. ]
Ah, thank you. It would seem I don't have any of your currency, though.
[ Zhongli didn't seem at all embarrassed or perturbed. Only a little disappointed and saddened that he wouldn't be getting his tea, and wasted the time of those around him. ]
[c2.] A kindly patron had paid for his tea inside, and after graciously thanking them, he took a seat at one of the dainty tables and cupped the tea gently in both hands, relishing the warmth of the cup. He also took his time lingering over the rim of the cup, letting the steam rise and tickle his nose and forehead to chase away the last lingering chill of winter from outside, and to also enjoy the sweet, light aroma of ginger and chamomile. It would be some time before he took his first sip and set the cup carefully down on the table with a purposeful presence of mind. ]
Though wonderfully brewed, I will say this tea tastes...off. Not necessarily bad, and I compliment the staff's understanding of a finely brewed cup of tea, but there's a certain element to it that I can't describe. A unique quality, likely a result of the components having different qualities from those of home.
[ Zhongli also asked what his company suggested to enjoy as a snack with tea--since he was so unfamiliar with the options--and he of coursed asked politely if they would like to order some. As it sat on the table next to his cup, however, he gave the pastry(he had decided on a cinnamon roll, thinking the cinnamon would pair well with the ginger and chamomile) a curious look, then looked to his companion. ]
Will I need a fork to eat this?
[d.] Wildcard
[ Is there anything in particular you want to drag Zhongli into? Feel free to! I'll happily go along with whatever. Don't @ me for the title of the c option if you know the reference. >:) ]
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[Gladio looked the guy over, tall, dark and handsome but looks could deceive and Gladio wasn't one to judge. So he nodded.]
Care for some company? I'd planned on working my way that way eventually.