Who: Julie + opens
When: October
Where: Free Cities + Horizon
What: Julie does a pretty big thing, then spends a week on top of the world
Warnings: Doing real stupid things, otherwise noted in subjects. Halloween party will be a separate post later in the month!

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[ The name he chose long ago when he first set out in the universe, in the hopes of being someone others might feel safe and comfortable turning to in a time of need. He's more of an engineer and a scientist, though he can help in a pinch with injuries, illness, and the like. He's never very good at explaining it, though. And she wouldn't be the first to think his explanation strange or more confusing.
As much as he talks, he's just as content actually doing things, and since he offered to help, he wastes no more time delaying. Sleeves rolled up, he begins to get to work, dipping his paintbrush in a dark blue to start and applying a bottom layer. While the sort of painting he normally does is entirely different from painting wooden houses, he has some measure of skill with a brush and it isn't just talk. He's also good at multitasking — busy as his mind often is — so he listens with rapt attention as she talks, also fascinated by her magic. ]
Oh, please, by all means, do what you must! I've been here...oh, near about a month, give or take. From the sound of it — with nasty things coming through those rifts — I was a bit too late, though I'm glad to see you safe.
[ He dips his paintbrush in black now, then adds — ]
Ish. Were you hurt? By that...dreadful hippo creature?
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[ A feather duster tends to the ceiling corners, apparently on its own accord. Kajal, who has been alternately fluttering and hopping along the shelves with her, is picked up and placed in a large, decorative aviary, resembling a very fancy house, which stands near the counter. "Pianko will be here soon," she coos as she closes the cage door, then turns to lean on her elbows across from the Doctor. ]
You could say that. [ Her tone is extremely dark. The hippo didn't hurt her, but it might as well have. ] The marlboro was way weirder, though. Plus, it's still here. The government hid it away, probably to do experiments or some creepy shit to it.
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But he loves her suggestions! ]
A thousand years with this name, now you've got me questioning myself. Good ones in there!
[ He smiles softly, briefly looking at her. ]
I chose the name Doctor, because I thought...well, the name you choose — if you can choose — it's like a promise. To the universe, in my case. When people call on me, wherever they are, I come if they're in need, if they're in trouble, no matter what it is, and I'll be there. Doctor seemed fitting, though you've nearly sold me on Ninja.
I'm sorry, for what you've been through. Experiments, though — certainly doesn't surprise me, given how they are here. Have you been here long, Julie?
[ He does get back to his painting, though, nearly finished now. ]
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[ She's done it twice now, although she hasn't yet changed names. Her given one is fine with her, has fit well enough through her second and her current life.
A wrinkle momentarily develops between her eyebrows, indicating that she still doesn't really understand. Is he famous? Who would know to call him when they're in trouble? How would he know? But the crease disappears just as quickly when she doesn't push for more information. ]
A bit over three years now. I was in the second group they ever summoned.
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He only hesitates now as he considers how much is too much when you've only just met someone? Best not to overwhelm her all at once. He's made a bad habit of doing that here already and though it's somewhat in his nature, he's trying to temper his enthusiasm, if not his strangeness. That, he'll always and ever be.
He does smile gently, though. ]
I have a bit, actually, over the years. [ A bit. ] Though not how you mean, I think. A different life, quieter perhaps — something to ponder! I've been traveling the universe so long now, I'm not sure I'd quite know how to do anything else. Although, being here has certainly changed that trajectory.
[ Softly, he asks — ] That long now, do you feel...settled? Is that the right word for it? Is there a right word for it?
[ As he speaks, with just a few more brushstrokes, he feels satisfied with how the haunted house looks, smiling triumphantly and setting his brush down before gesturing at it. He'll let her decide, of course, if it passes muster. ]
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From somewhere deep in one of her pockets, she digs out an ornate cigarette case and flips it open to reveal herbal blends rolled in rose petals (available two per silver, or five for two), one of which she places between her lips. She makes a finger gun and points it upward toward the end of the joint, which lights with a brief pink flash at the tip of her finger. ]
I don't know that I've ever had much of a choice but to settle. There's no goin' back for me. [ A steady stream of smoke slips out of her mouth. She doesn't clarify what she means. ] 'sides, this world feels more like me than mine ever did.
[ Earth, America. They had been comfortable. Familiar. But she didn't fit in in Kansas, New Vegas was all a lie, and neither of them had magic. Didn't have her people. Didn't have the Singularity.
Julie rarely misses home. She misses people, traditions, technologies. But she never wants to go back, even if it were a choice (it isn't).
Smiling, she rests her cigarette in a crystal ashtray next to the cash register, then straightens up and looks at the house. She actually looks at it, too -- she isn't one to pull punches when she doesn't like something. Delicately holding the base, she turns it side to side to inspect it. ]
Love it.
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But your feeling is yours alone, of course, and not mine, so I won't presume. Only that I...know a bit, a feeling like that.
[ ...going for a record with how many times he can say, feeling! He also catches that phrasing, that there's no going back for her, and it rests in his mind, something he tucks away to remember for later. It makes him worry, of course, only in the sense that he wants her to be where she wants to be and if that's here, he wants to help make it safe for her if he can.
Then she's studying the haunted house and he's fully prepared for any critique, arms crossed loosely over his chest. She likes it, no, loves it, he thinks to himself, for a moment every bit like a child on Christmas morning as he smiles back at her. His outward exuberance comes easily — perhaps too much so at times, if the reactions he elicits are anything to go by. But she's been kind and hasn't thought him too much, at least so far, and for the Doctor, the simple pleasure of her company is actually quite enough to be delighted by. It's why his smile is so swift, yet genuine. ]
Oh, you're very kind to say it. Julie, thank you for the pleasure of your company. And the opportunity to play a bit with paints, always love that!
[ He begins to step away from where he was, gesturing just a bit with his hand idly. ]
I've hardly done a thing, though. If I can be of further use, you'll tell me?
i am so sorry this took so long
It means something that his delight at her approval doesn't make her wary. Julie is from a world where trust no longer existed -- every single person was a very real threat. Every thought and action was a potential deathtrap. And that was before she got blown up and resurrected as a prisoner in an entirely different world that had magic. Suffice it to say that she is deeply suspicious of most people. But Doctor (she does not recognize the article as part of the name, and possibly never will) is either strikingly sincere, or the best actor she's ever met. Which is saying something, because she's met herself.
She holds up one hand and bends slightly at the waist. A tiny ball of light forms at the tip of her index finger and she gently pushes it through one of the upstairs windows, careful not to smudge the paint. It hovers inside the house, illuminating the top floor. ]
I will. [ A second light goes in the ground floor, then a third in the bell-tower, then Julie stands straight to look at him. ] But I won't eat up your day. And if there's anythin' you'd like to try, feel free to grab one.
no worries at all! ty for the thread, i enjoyed these two! 🎁
But he's a wanderer among the stars so he'll never quite fit exactly anywhere, he assumes. Always a bit strange, always a bit out of place. And yet, always grateful when he meets people like Julie, whose magic in lighting up the haunted house is enough to delight him all over again. ]
Julie, you are brilliant. Thank you, that's beautiful. Ha, love it! I'll be thinking of this all day and will absolutely stop back.
[ Meeting her was gift enough for him today, though he appreciates the offer to grab something. He'll absolutely be back to look more and purchase something, ever so impressed by what they've done with the place. ]