(oct and) september catch-all; open

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Who: Astarion and friends
When: Throughout the month
Where: Cadens, Nocwich, Farhill
What: Astarion goes about his daily business, first appearance of BATSTARION
Warnings: General vampire warnings for injury and blood-drinking. Full character content warnings here, I will try to add them to comment subject lines as things appear in threads!

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CADENS ☼ Rio Enterprises, open

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[ The first time he transforms, it's entirely an accident.

The business is relatively back to normal now that the Heralds have come and gone, all that's left is making certain all the paperwork is back in order and the deliveries to the workshop are actually arriving when they are supposed to again. He's loitering around the Cadens workshop waiting on confirmation of one such delivery, when there's a loud boom! outside from nearby construction.

One minute he's lounging in his chair, drinking from a mug and reading the local gossip rag, the next thing he knows he's in the air, furiously flapping his... wings?

Anyone who enters the workshop will find a spilled mug of blood and a furiously squeaking little white vampire bat flying around the ceiling, crashing into walls and cabinets in a panic.

Alternatively, you might find said bat unconscious, possibly dead with its wings spread on a counter. ]

NOCWICH ☼ open

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[ Generally, Astarion comes to Nocwich to meet his paramour - but in Oleuni Square he can sometimes be found perusing the market. He tends to avoid the stalls manned by werewolves, at least making an effort to hide the way his nose wrinkles.

He peruses an Ikorran merchant's shop for bloodwine, although he's been making his purchases directly from the vampire settlement itself these days, hopping the portal to Ikorr itself at least once during the Nocwich weekend. Here, he stops to speak with the merchant, and - perhaps oddly, whips out a small journal to take notes after departing.

At a leatherworker's stall he stops in front of their glove display, particularly the pricier side: pairs made of lambskin and deerskin, some embossed and other embroidered with designs of moons, stars and other flourishes. He's only window shopping, and so when he slips one glove on his sighs, admiring the supple fit and velvety lining. ]

FARHILL MINING CAMP ☼ open

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[ Astarion doesn't specifically take the caravan trip to the camp only to visit their fellow imprisoned Summoned, in fact, he doesn't realize they're there until after he arrives. He's made a habit of coming out here once a month, barring all out war and/or reality falling apart around them.

Newcomers might not know about the Summoned initiative to set up a medical clinic earlier in the year. While initially Astarion mostly took care of facilitating deliveries to the site - particularly air filtering masks and prosthetics from the workshop, every now and then he pokes in to the actual medical side of the operation.

You might find him at the side of a cot where an older woman is resting. Astarion gingerly presses his palm against her forehead for a minute, closing his eyes as if to concentrate. There's no outward signs of anything happening, nothing noticeable. When he opens his eyes again with a grimace he speaks to the woman, pulling his hand away as if from a fire: ]

Well?

[ The woman coughs, a dry sound, then nods as she reaches for his hand in what appears to be thanks. Astarion goes tense, appears to almost recoil before stopping himself, offering her a tight smile. He pats her hand and then slips away, perhaps to speak to one of the volunteer nurses. ]

closed to jaskier, nebulous time in september

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[ It's later in the evening when Jaskier's shop is closed that he slips inside, heading toward the back room. He's brought with him a bottle in each hand, both a different variety of blood liqeuer: one derived of a particular bloom from Nocwich, the other of spice and fruit similarly native to the island. Additionally, he's brought along a little notebook of flavors he'd found commonly amongst the wine merchants in both the Square and Ikorr.

The taste of blood evens out the ash of flavors favored by the living. Perhaps between the two of them they can sort something out.

It's quite a bit of research done for something he's won't entirely benefit frrom. But the company is always good. ]

I've come bearing gifts! [ he announces himself in a high tone, maneuvering through the doorway with his hands full. Jaskier should be expecting him. ]

closed to haelva; october nocwich

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[ While they usually meet in square, Astarion has asked Haelva to find him at the outskirts of the Hunting Woods, somewhere quiet and secluded but far away enough from the woods proper that no beasties should harass them. Hopefully. He'd like to take her somewhere nicer after this... demonstration. Perhaps Ikorr, where he has business anyway - and perhaps she'll agree to spend the night at one of the inns.

He's waiting for her, leaning against an ancient, broken wall of stone - or the impression of a wall that had once been, like teeth jutting out of the land, an unnatural barrier between the woods and the moors. Alucard has helped him practice this new ability so that he at least has better control over both the change and his wings. He can't say the little body is graceful, but at least he's not so likely to crash into anything... ]

If you laugh, I swear... never again.