Event Post

[azuremagma]

In front of a cafe, sipping on a hot drink, you may see Cyril, pen in hand and scribbling notes. Unlike the last time you might have seen Cyril, he looks... put together. Probably moreso than he has in a while. His hair is the obnoxious 'trimmed but I'm wearing it messy anyway', face clean shaven, and his eyes seem to be a rather intense blue. But, most bizarrely, he's dressed in ancient Babylonian-esque clothes, dyed brilliant blues and purple.

If looked at closer, he's leaving small scorch marks on his cup and pen. Occasionally he will look up from his notes and look around, as if he's nervous or waiting for something. Maybe it's you! It's probably not you, but you should bother him anyway, he probably hasn't seen anyone in months.

Comments

[3_s33s_what]

Well, y'know, whatever works, right?

[azuremagma]

"Gonna be honest. I ain't ever thought ta question 'ow my soul makes decks."

[3_s33s_what]

I feel like there'd prob'ly be someone who does know, but not off th' top 'f m' head.

[azuremagma]

"Actually, after the last few days of jus'... bein' 'round 'ere, talkin' ta people? I've 'ad more luck making shit than I did with months of walkin' 'round, starin' sadly."

[3_s33s_what]

... Maybe bein' here is good f'ya.

[azuremagma]

"...'m beginnin' ta remember that, yeah. Now that the las' bit o' nonsense is done an' I'm over it, 's real good fer me."

[3_s33s_what]

Well, hey, that's good.

Listen, hit me up after y'date is over, a'right? I should prob'ly vamoose 'ere 'fore she suddenly turns out an' things get awkward.