Feliks Łukasiewicz (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
niepokonany) wrote2013-12-04 11:19 pm
niepokonany) wrote2013-12-04 11:19 pm
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Second Uprising [Video | Action]
[VIDEO]
[So someone, thanks to a combination of social anxiety, a comfortable place to stay with a person he feels safe with, and vague distrust of the journals, hasn't been very social recently.]
[But as much as he enjoys Chopin's company, and has perhaps even grown a little warmer towards Chopin's housemates if he's been persuaded to spend time with them, Poland has started to realize he might be here for a while, and, well... He's getting a little bored not talking to anyone. Time to give the journal a try!]
Hey! Um, a lot of you don't know me, and that's pretty sad, so I'm doing you a major solid and introducing myself! I'm like, Poland. It's good to meet you or whatever!
So, Advent started a couple days ago, and it's totally almost St. Nicholas's Day? I'm gonna make, like, a ton of pierniki, and I'm feeling super nice, so, you know, if anybody wants in, tell me.
Me and Fryderyk were talking about having a legit Christmas dinner and stuff, too, so I guess you could also let me know if you wanna come to that!
[He pauses, briefly awkward and uncomfortable as he fishes for something to say. After a moment, though, he brightens.]
Oh--so like, do you know any rad stories from your place or some junk? I totally wanna hear them!
[ACTION - OPEN, in town, around the shops]
[Alternatively, you could run into him in town! Chopin's, like, 40, which he is pretty sure is like, ancient in human years (Feliks may have a somewhat loose grasp on how being human works at times), so he's out shopping for groceries on his own. And when that's done, he'll be making a stop at the clothes store to see if they have anything good.]
[He might even work up the courage to look at some of the dresses, if he thinks no one is around. If they do catch him, he can just say they're for a friend, right?]
[ACTION - CLOSED - Chopin's room]
[And later still, he's back in Chopin's room, where he's been crashing since he showed up here. Chopin is off with his compositions, as far as he's aware, and he's taking advantage of the moment of privacy to admire his new find in the mirror.]
[His dress-up hobby has been stubbornly ignored for the last couple of months--it's a small village, AND he's sharing someone's room, there's just too much chance of getting caught. But again... He's bored. And the dress he found is just too cute, ok?]
[By modern standards, it's actually quite modest, floor-length with a loose skirt. The short sleeves, tight bodice, and hint of pale underskirt are wonderfully risqué for a 19th century boy, though, especially a good Catholic one! He admires himself, turning this way and that, tying his hair up in different ways. It's a relief, just for a little bit, to be able to express himself freely and relax.]
[So someone, thanks to a combination of social anxiety, a comfortable place to stay with a person he feels safe with, and vague distrust of the journals, hasn't been very social recently.]
[But as much as he enjoys Chopin's company, and has perhaps even grown a little warmer towards Chopin's housemates if he's been persuaded to spend time with them, Poland has started to realize he might be here for a while, and, well... He's getting a little bored not talking to anyone. Time to give the journal a try!]
Hey! Um, a lot of you don't know me, and that's pretty sad, so I'm doing you a major solid and introducing myself! I'm like, Poland. It's good to meet you or whatever!
So, Advent started a couple days ago, and it's totally almost St. Nicholas's Day? I'm gonna make, like, a ton of pierniki, and I'm feeling super nice, so, you know, if anybody wants in, tell me.
Me and Fryderyk were talking about having a legit Christmas dinner and stuff, too, so I guess you could also let me know if you wanna come to that!
[He pauses, briefly awkward and uncomfortable as he fishes for something to say. After a moment, though, he brightens.]
Oh--so like, do you know any rad stories from your place or some junk? I totally wanna hear them!
[ACTION - OPEN, in town, around the shops]
[Alternatively, you could run into him in town! Chopin's, like, 40, which he is pretty sure is like, ancient in human years (Feliks may have a somewhat loose grasp on how being human works at times), so he's out shopping for groceries on his own. And when that's done, he'll be making a stop at the clothes store to see if they have anything good.]
[He might even work up the courage to look at some of the dresses, if he thinks no one is around. If they do catch him, he can just say they're for a friend, right?]
[ACTION - CLOSED - Chopin's room]
[And later still, he's back in Chopin's room, where he's been crashing since he showed up here. Chopin is off with his compositions, as far as he's aware, and he's taking advantage of the moment of privacy to admire his new find in the mirror.]
[His dress-up hobby has been stubbornly ignored for the last couple of months--it's a small village, AND he's sharing someone's room, there's just too much chance of getting caught. But again... He's bored. And the dress he found is just too cute, ok?]
[By modern standards, it's actually quite modest, floor-length with a loose skirt. The short sleeves, tight bodice, and hint of pale underskirt are wonderfully risqué for a 19th century boy, though, especially a good Catholic one! He admires himself, turning this way and that, tying his hair up in different ways. It's a relief, just for a little bit, to be able to express himself freely and relax.]
action
He's examining a grapefuit very suspiciously, sniffing it. Was it grapefruits you were supposed to smell first? Or melons? He can't remember. Way to be a real adult. ]
action
[...He's kind of confused by citrus, though. Fresh fruits, in December? They grow somewhere much hotter than his place, probably in the New World. And he's been a little too strapped for cash to import much from the New World, lately.]
[He spots the redhead nearby just... picking one up and giving it a sniff. Is that how it's done? He tries it, and finds that it didn't help much, probably because he has no clue what to look for. (What to smell for?)]
action / i'm sorry he's such a loser
Out of the corner of his eye, Lea spots someone mirroring his posture, picking up a grapefruit and hesitantly sniffing at it in the same way. He glances at the newcomer, a short guy with pale blond hair and eyes nearly as green as Lea's own, before putting down the fruit he was looking at. He drums his fingers on the grapefruit once, as if considering whether or not to pick it up again, and then belatedly looks away. He hates that awkward moment when you accidentally hold eye contact too long.
(This is weird now, should he introduce himself or something? It's just somebody getting fruit, though, what would there be to talk about? Grapefruit logistics? Maybe he should get oranges. Lea's lost a few social skills to a near-decade without a heart.)
He picks up the grapefruit he just put down and slides it into his bag, as if he had finally made a very complicated decision, and found it acceptable after all. ]
action / Never be.
Hey. I wanna trade for a sec--gimme yours, I promise I'll give it back!
[And he holds a random grapefruit towards Lea. Believe it or not, this is not much more awkward than his first meetings tend to be.]
action
...Is he for real? ]
Uh....
[ He reaches into his bag, takes out the fruit he'd already put in there, and extends it towards his trading partner. ]
Okay, I guess?
[ Well, you know, if it's that important to him, Lea's not really attached to one grapefruit over another or anything. ]
action
[He takes the grapefruit and smells it. Then he blinks, smells the other one again, smells the one Lea gave him again...]
Wait, seriously? They totally smell the same!
[Here, you can have it back now.]
the latest late who ever lated
Okay. Guess they do. [ He moves to tuck the one he'd originally picked out back into his bag. Then he pauses. ]
What, did you expect me to know how to tell grapefruits apart?
It's cool, I've been super late myself, recently.
Wait, what, so you don't?!
no subject
[ Lea shrugs very artfully, like he's trying to seem nonchalant about it. So he can't tell grapefruits apart, big whoop. (Sweat, sweat.) ]
I mean, I'm just shopping here. I don't do, uh. Tutorials.
[ There's kind of an awkward pause, before Lea slowly reaches out and takes a second grapefruit off the pyramid. ]
no subject
[Now how is he supposed to figure out what the deal is with the weird future-fruit? And wait, wait just one minute...]
Wait, so like, why did you do that? Do you just, like, go around sniffing all the food? 'Cause that's kinda creepy.
[He's going to be checking his household's kitchen in the dead of the night now, just to be sure Lea isn't, like, in there sniffing everything.]