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abraxaslogs2023-10-08 01:26 am
cointosser) wrote in abraxaslogs2023-10-08 01:26 am
you've never danced like this before [open]
Who: Jaskier and YOU
When: October catch-all, prior to event
Where: The new Casa de Mojo de Witcher, and Jaskier's plant shop in Cadens
What: Being a good business owner and bullying his family into a better home.
Warnings: N/A!
When: October catch-all, prior to event
Where: The new Casa de Mojo de Witcher, and Jaskier's plant shop in Cadens
What: Being a good business owner and bullying his family into a better home.
Warnings: N/A!
A SONG OF SAPLINGS
In the midst of the Cadens desert sits a small oasis surrounded by four walls. A Song of Saplings is (one of) Jaskier's pride and joy. This plant shop lay in the heart of Cadens's thriving market, with a handcarved, inviting sign of a tree's branches wrapping around the name of the store. A tiny bell with a sound similar to a bird's call rings as one steps inside -- only to be assaulted by a wall of green.
The goal of A Song of Saplings is to fill the desert with color. While most plants Jaskier offers are hardy cacti and woody bushes, there are special selections of flowers, saplings, and plants that simply should not be growing in the desert. Bright pink roses, verdant oak saplings, and a fuzzy-leafed favorite called "wolf's ear" are displayed among the store's rich wooden shelves, all personally grown by the Gem of the Phoenix himself. A selection of local artisan-crafted pottery fills one of the back shelves, each piece stamped by its creator. Other similar art for one's garden is for sale, including statuary of dragons, decorated birds, mermaids and unicorns -- pieces of the Continent that Jaskier has commissioned to decorate Cadens. And, of course, phoenixes.
At the back of the shop is a door that boasts a sign reading "EMPLOYEES ONLY", a bit of a modern touch Jaskier has picked up as advised by some of his more contemporary companions. Inside is a room set up similar to a break room, with a cushioned couch pushed against one wall, a small table with a smattering of chairs surrounding it, and a shelf containing cleaning tools and solutions. There also appears to be a miniature well where one can draw fresh water from, though it does not sink very deep.
The front counter of the shop bears a bowl full of candies and a young woman with a head full of black braids and what appear to be horns naturally curling from her head. She wears a facemask that covers her nose and mouth that, as is rumoured, she never removes. Quille's voice and face always remain somewhat blank and detached, but she is startlingly dedicated to aiding those who come seeking specific foliage. She can often be seen sweeping the same spot for an hour, or plucking leaves off the plants -- wait a second, did she just eat one? Further rumours circle that she is a daemon that's been exiled from her home, orphaned and left to thrive on Cadens's streets on her own, but Quille will limit conversation only to the purchasing and selling of plants. Somehow, she has extensive knowledge of every single plant in the shop, and appears to be its only employee.
The goal of A Song of Saplings is to fill the desert with color. While most plants Jaskier offers are hardy cacti and woody bushes, there are special selections of flowers, saplings, and plants that simply should not be growing in the desert. Bright pink roses, verdant oak saplings, and a fuzzy-leafed favorite called "wolf's ear" are displayed among the store's rich wooden shelves, all personally grown by the Gem of the Phoenix himself. A selection of local artisan-crafted pottery fills one of the back shelves, each piece stamped by its creator. Other similar art for one's garden is for sale, including statuary of dragons, decorated birds, mermaids and unicorns -- pieces of the Continent that Jaskier has commissioned to decorate Cadens. And, of course, phoenixes.
At the back of the shop is a door that boasts a sign reading "EMPLOYEES ONLY", a bit of a modern touch Jaskier has picked up as advised by some of his more contemporary companions. Inside is a room set up similar to a break room, with a cushioned couch pushed against one wall, a small table with a smattering of chairs surrounding it, and a shelf containing cleaning tools and solutions. There also appears to be a miniature well where one can draw fresh water from, though it does not sink very deep.
The front counter of the shop bears a bowl full of candies and a young woman with a head full of black braids and what appear to be horns naturally curling from her head. She wears a facemask that covers her nose and mouth that, as is rumoured, she never removes. Quille's voice and face always remain somewhat blank and detached, but she is startlingly dedicated to aiding those who come seeking specific foliage. She can often be seen sweeping the same spot for an hour, or plucking leaves off the plants -- wait a second, did she just eat one? Further rumours circle that she is a daemon that's been exiled from her home, orphaned and left to thrive on Cadens's streets on her own, but Quille will limit conversation only to the purchasing and selling of plants. Somehow, she has extensive knowledge of every single plant in the shop, and appears to be its only employee.
CASA DE WITCHER
Away from the hustle and bustle of the markets and Cadens's main streets is a rather decorated home, a stone wall giving its land a small bit of shade and privacy from its neighbors. The front entrance has two strangely rich and green box flowerbeds to welcome visitors, and a long, rough doormat gives indication of how little the owner wishes you to bring in mud and dirt. Even from the ground level, one can see that the rooftop patio is full of green plants and one twisted, knotted tree with bowed, weeping boughs and small white flowers.
Connected to the side of the house is a shed and a stable, housing two horses and, bizarrely, a bright golden chocobo. Along the walls are various tack and saddles for the creatures, and what appears to be a series of shelves that, upon closer inspection, have cat prints left behind in the dust. One large black horse and the chocobo are very friendly to any guests peeking their head in, but the second horse will snort and may bite if visitors come too close.
Inside the home are long hallways that lead to three different bedrooms, all decorated vastly different, respectful to their owners. The hallways are lined with shelves containing all manner of potted plants, skulls, and bones, along with something that looks suspiciously like a petrified lizard. A dining room has been set up with a rather expensive-looking icebox, and generally the small kitchen is always filled with bread or the smell of it. Curiously, food never appears to rot here, no matter how long it's left out in the open.
The home's dwellers are often seen going on and out at all hours of the night, sometimes bringing back monster corpses or... parts... with them. And more often than not, one can see (and/or) hear Jaskier sitting on the patio, practicing his music.
Connected to the side of the house is a shed and a stable, housing two horses and, bizarrely, a bright golden chocobo. Along the walls are various tack and saddles for the creatures, and what appears to be a series of shelves that, upon closer inspection, have cat prints left behind in the dust. One large black horse and the chocobo are very friendly to any guests peeking their head in, but the second horse will snort and may bite if visitors come too close.
Inside the home are long hallways that lead to three different bedrooms, all decorated vastly different, respectful to their owners. The hallways are lined with shelves containing all manner of potted plants, skulls, and bones, along with something that looks suspiciously like a petrified lizard. A dining room has been set up with a rather expensive-looking icebox, and generally the small kitchen is always filled with bread or the smell of it. Curiously, food never appears to rot here, no matter how long it's left out in the open.
The home's dwellers are often seen going on and out at all hours of the night, sometimes bringing back monster corpses or... parts... with them. And more often than not, one can see (and/or) hear Jaskier sitting on the patio, practicing his music.
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He thinks he can see a thousand things behind the Doctor's eyes, flitting like birds, back and forth, disturbed from their perches by a sudden thunder.
Jaskier's laugh follows as the birds settle down once more.]
It was, indeed, a kiss. [And if the Doctor had not put a hint of distance between them, he would have traced his lips with a thumb to seal it.] And not an unwanted one, I should hope. [He doesn't need to hope. He knows.
His smile glows.] You've no need for flattery when you've already my full attention, dear Doctor.
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Not unwanted, I should hope. Oh, right, yes, he should respond to that, shouldn't he — ]
No, no, no — unexpected, but — [ He scratches at the side of his head again and does a small circle as he briefly paces. There's still a softness in his eyes when he looks at Jaskier again, though. An expression he can't mask. ]
It was, it was good. Quite good, actually, I should say! Don't want you doubting it.
[ To a certain extent, the Doctor can never really entirely fathom what could possibly exist about him, in particular, that might cause anyone to be interested enough to want to kiss him. It is flattering, and now Jaskier's conjured thoughts that tend to stay long dormant in the Doctor. ]
All credit to you, in fact, my thoughts are all a bit wibbly-wobbly. I know I wanted a plant when I came in here, now you've given me...far more than that.
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He waves a hand.] Oh, I don't. Worry not.
[And he's humble to boot!]
I can't say I hate having such an effect on you. [Yes, he's practically glowing with it, actually.] Don't worry, I'll still give you a plant. Any that you'd like. And perhaps it won't be the only thing I leave growing in your hands?
[That could mean a lot of things.]
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Something to ponder.
But then — ]
Ah, of course — quite literally the gift that keeps on growing!
[ Look at him, he's so clever (he thinks), they're just joking about plants growing, aren't they? That's all... ]
Is there anything better? Watching something grow from small and delicate to big and beautiful? Better still in your own hands, from seed to — well, the absolute essence of life in all its splendor and glory, and —
[ ...Were they only talking about plants? Now he latches on to the turn of phrasing, that something would be literally left in his hands to keep growing. He wonders...no, no, definitely just plants. Maybe gifts of another kind? The implications have him clearing his throat and oh, he's so dreadful at all of this, he knows it. ]
I have absolutely taken up too much of your time, although I'm not terribly sorry about it, being honest. Still! I forgot, I have to be off for a bit, a thing...a thing happening, important thing. I'll be back soon for the plant and the questions and the answers and the you, singing and being lovely you and all of...that.
[ Yes, you, all of that. Makes perfect sense, right?
He starts to move towards the exit now, abruptly. Not distressed, no, but suddenly like he doesn't belong somehow, like he's not sure about himself, like there's something he's...missing or not getting quite right, or not quite fitting, even though he's enjoyed all of it immensely. Near the exit, though, he blows a kiss to Jaskier. ]
Jaskier the Wonder — I won't forget this.
🎀
He's about to lock the door if he keeps going. Unfortunate he has a thing happening, or he's only just realized what he had an entire monologue describing.]
You made a good impression, Doctor. Don't overthink it. [He happily catches the kiss -- with his lips, in his mind -- and gives the Doctor a wave and a bit of a bow. It's certainly a flattering escape compared to some of the ones he's had in the past.] Neither will I. I promise.