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revivalproject2020-05-22 09:04 pm
kallig) wrote in 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.)
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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"Oh, mostly the same I've been. Exploring, scavenging. In the mornings I do some training in the amphitheater, just to keep in practice." And ready, in the case that something happened. They might not be able to fight storms, but being prepared was better than not.
"We've also been trying to figure out possible toys to put together for the kids around here- the Mandalorian's? And Sansa's. I have no idea what they'd find interesting though, and I'm not really versed in making stuffed animals." He grinned a little as he shrugged.
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Embroidery, crochet, knitting. All hobbies that most Sith wouldn't bother with. But Altair had always liked them, and was pretty good, too. He was the most skilled when it came to embroideries, though genuinely enjoyed the other two as well.
"I already made something for Sansa's child, though I wouldn't mind making more in general."
His schedule was looking rather open, after all.
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"Did you teach yourself?" He wondered what sort of things he might have undertaken if he'd found the interest. Working with machinery still seemed more his forte. Maybe he could try his hand at planting things. His assisting Greez with the terrarium had been mostly seed gathering, but he'd watched the Latero work.
"I'm sure James wouldn't mind," he laughed. What child would complain for more than one toy?
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A slave though. Working with stolen materials. Anything he felt wouldn't be missed. Scrap fabric, needle, thread, and very clumsy hands. He'd ended up pricking his fingers and bleeding on the fabric a lot. Still, it had been a distraction.
And then he had come to love it.
He'd gotten bolder with stealing, and honestly, he'd very rarely gotten caught. And he'd taught himself everything. Trial and error.
And once he had his freedom, he'd started working on perfecting his craft.
"Strange thought, isn't it? An even smaller version of me."
And he did figure he could spend some time making more toys.
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"It already seems like a lifetime since, doesn't it? But I guess it would when so much happens between one point and the other."