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Altair Kallig ([personal profile] kallig) wrote in [community profile] revivalproject2020-05-22 09:04 pm

Open Log [8]

WHO: Altair & Open
WHERE: Hospital, beach, transport station, power plant, & possibly other places
WHAT: Altair's back from walking his anger... Partially off.
WHEN: 22/5 - > to the end of May
WARNINGS: Angry Sith Lord? Will add if anything pops up.

[Hospital (22/5, in the evening)]

Much as he didn't want to return, he kind of had to- after all, he had set up his own little office in one of the rooms, and had kept some of his things there. Not a lot. And maybe things he should have just abandoned, at least until his mood lightened. At least until then.

But no- even if it was just some of his sewing supplies, and the beginnings of a crocheted scarf, he wanted to get them, so he could continue working on them somewhere else.

Somewhere that wasn't the hospital. Somewhere far away from the hospital.

He still felt the need for distance.

Probably would for a while.

[Beach]

It had been a long time since he'd gone out to the beach. He was more used to ruined city or untamed wilderness, even at home. The beach and the ocean, they were something new. Something he hadn't really been able to enjoy. Not that he was necessarily enjoying it now.

He sat on the sand, watching the waves out at sea, listening to the sound of them, and the sound of the wind.

Normally being in nature soothed him completely.

Right now, well. He was half-way soothed at least. The quiet did him some good, sitting in rather a secluded spot.

Perhaps he would meditate. Once he was done just sitting there.

[Transport Station]

When all else fails, go for a change of scenery.

That was what brought him further away from the places he usually went.

It reminded him a little of the stations on Corellia, or perhaps the ones on Iokath, somehow still functioning after the death of the species that had once populated the planet. That reminded him a little of this place, he supposed. Except there was no crypt of billions of dead, no ARIES or rogue droids. No thrones or superweapons.

He wondered if dealing with TYTH and his fellow machine gods was something he'd have to do, once they were all done in this place. Probably.

Perhaps this place just made him nostalgic for being able to travel someplace else. That was something he missed- not just traveling from city to city, but planet to planet too, according to his own whims, rather than someone else's.

RE-1 chirped from where he was examining something, Altair following the scout droid.

Though the place was as in ruins as every other place, he felt his mood lighten just a little.

[Power Plant]

There was no place like home.

And home was where he mostly wanted to stay these days. Though at night, he retired as usual, and spent his time with Hux, he tried to stay out of his boyfriend's hair during the days, unless his presence was specifically requested.

So he wandered the place.

Or meditated outside.

Kept himself occupied some way or another.

[Wildcard]

(want to run into darth sulk somewhere else? go for it. places he might visit include the greenhouse, hotel, the hangar, & the department store.)
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[personal profile] in_extremis 2020-05-31 04:01 am (UTC)(link)
That wasn't a much better assessment of Tony's character, he was pretty sure-- at least, no one had ever accused him of being easy-going before, but at least it didn't strike the kind of nerve that an accusation of being a killer had. He was almost willing to take it, a nice change from being high maintenance and impossible to pin down, but it was such a dramatic oscillation from the stabbing thing that he was left with a weak mimicry of his earlier gesture, hands out in surrender.

"I mean, I really don't now," he agreed. "It's like you want me to know that you're an awful person, is that how you made all of your other friends? Is that what I'm doing wrong? Okay, here's one: where I'm from, people will leave one square of toilet paper on the roll to pretend it's not really their turn to change it. I don't know why we do it, I do it, too, completely unreasonable, it's not even a minute's worth of effort, but we have no qualms ruining someone else's day to avoid it."
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[personal profile] in_extremis 2020-06-01 02:31 am (UTC)(link)
If Tony had thought it was a very serious threat, he wouldn't have stuck around to try to find some common ground through toilet paper, but Altair wasn't even interested in that. Instead, he was quite committed to telling Tony how to think of him, then apparently getting judgemental when it worked. This was going nowhere; Tony could see how Jon might have gotten frustrated when trying to tell Altair about his problem, and really didn't want to be sucked into the same kind of argument.

"You know what-- Sure. I have. You're exactly who I think you are, have a great time with that," he conceded instead. Altair could feel free to think he was an unyielding asshole, that really had no impact on either scraping this city together enough to feel livable, or getting them the hell out of here, unless this was all just a test to see if they could get along. If Altair had any input on the metric, though, no one was doing any stabbing today, so they couldn't have been doing that bad. "I'm gonna go now, should I walk backwards...?" he offered, pointing a thumb over his shoulder and demonstrating a careful step back along the platform to keep watch for any blades that could be coming his way before the character broke for an irritable frown and dismissive wave, Tony spinning on his heel to retreat.