Kiernan Manley (wingsofwyverns) wrote in emillion, @ 2013-10-09 19:15:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, !group thread, amos luscini, cressida karth, kiernan manley, pyr min |
Who: Kiernan Manley & OPEN to multiples! (Amos, Cressida, Pyr)
What: Kiernan has errands to run
Where: Various places across town
When: Wednesday, Libra 17 (today)
Rating: PG (for language) to start
Status: Complete!
[ Commoners District - Marketplace | 9:00am ] Part of the deal of having cheap rent at Gillian's (and he had to admit, for the price he was paying for the place, it was truly a steal) was painting her fence, so his first stop of the morning was to the hardware store to pick up a couple of buckets of paint, a thick brush, and a pan. Thankfully, he was able to call in a favor from the owner; a few months back, Kiernan had caught some kid trying to nick a model airship from the toy aisle red-handed, and it was a particularly expensive and rare model, too. (Who spent 500 gil on a toy, even a rare one and especially in the Commoners District, Kiernan would never understand; frankly, he didn't blame the kid for trying.) In appreciation, the owner promised that if Kiernan ever needed anything from his store, he'd grant him a discount. And so, it was with that discount that Kiernan happily walked out of the hardware store in the growing bustle of the morning crowds with a badly tuned whistle, a bucket in each hand, and the rest of the materials in his satchel as he made his way back to Gillian's. No, wait. Back to his place. [ Commoners District - Gillian's House, near the park | 11:30am ] With a sigh, Kiernan flopped back from the fence, the white paint dripping from the brush and onto the browning grass. He wiped the sweat from his brow -- for mid-Libra, it was pretty warm, but that was the entire reason he decided to take today away from any Rider duties and training to do the task. The days were shorter and would only get shorter, and the weather was colder, and while Kiernan did not shy away from bad weather he knew that the conditions for fence painting were only going to get worse, and he couldn't sit on this task forever. Still, he could use a break. He set the brush against the rim of the pan and grabbed the water bottle next to him. Arranging himself to face the street, he took a swig, careful not to lean back to ruin his shirt. If he wanted to continue to be able to afford living here through the winter, he couldn't splurge on new clothes after all. [ Bazaar - a greengrocer's | 1:00pm ] The fence was only half-finished, but Kiernan had finished off one bucket and wasn't much up to prying open the other just yet. Besides, he was eager to do something he hadn't been able to do in ages: buy groceries. The trouble here was that Kiernan knew how to cook -- in the wild. Sure, he knew his way around a stove and oven, but he couldn't conjure a recipe out of his ass like all the master chefs could. So he roamed the aisles of the greengrocer's, his basket filled with only a handful of apples, cranberries, and carrots so far. Maybe he was better off going to the butcher's or the bakery instead. With a frustrated sigh, he turned on his heel and headed towards the merchant to pay for his meager gathering. At least this stuff was delicious -- and healthy. [ Docks District - Lindwyrm Hall | 3:00pm ] You can take the fighter out of the guildhall but not the guildhall out of the fighter. Kiernan couldn't remember who had said that, but he thought at the time it was the stupidest thing he had ever heard. To some extent, he still did. And yet here he was in Lindwyrm of all places to check in with a friend who was having some troubles training her dragoon. After she complained at Kiernan for long enough, he gave her two choices: "Spar with me to let out your frustration, or let me watch your kid while you go off and blow off steam elsewhere." She chose the spar, and so they went at it for a good hour before finally, she claimed victory over him. "Good thing I was going easy on you," he said with a laugh as she helped him to his feet. "Bullshit, Manley." Then they parted ways, and out of habit, he started to head to the showers before he remembered: he had his own shower now. With a bigger grin, he grabbed his bags and made his way out of the guildhall. It was probably too late now to resume the fence painting, but that didn't mean he had to spend the rest of his day off here. (Maybe he ought to go and find Lavitz. It had been too long, and Audrey's words still stung.) [ Theatre District - The Spoony Bard | 9:00pm ] Well, okay, maybe one splurge, though Kiernan wished he knew what exactly it was that had possessed him to come here. The Spoony Bard had good, reasonably priced drinks, and the dancing was fun. Once he had managed to rally a few people into line-dancing, which had gotten the whole bar involved once everyone was drunk enough. (Though he didn't dwell too hard at the memory: he had wanted to get Lavitz line-dancing at Harvest Festival and he had tried, but neither of them had much heart to put into it no matter how much ale and cider that went into his system. This was something he was pointedly trying not to think about, though he'd be lying if he said that his turning to drink tonight wasn't in part to put the thought from his mind.) No, Kiernan's regret was that he was here on karaoke night, and despite this being a bar in the Theatre District, many of the people who stepped up to the microphone were far from the next Arielle Chiaro or... whoever else was famous these days for singing. He groaned into his pomegranate margarita as the next girl -- he didn't bother to turn in his stool at the bar to see what she looked like -- stood to sing some stupid oversung love ballad. This was exactly why he avoided the Drunken Bard like the plague. Hopefully, this was just an experimental night, or at worst, just a monthly thing. He considered waving the bartender over to pay his tab, and then he considered rallying everyone into line-dancing. Instead, he chugged down his margarita, knowing that he would need much more than this to survive the night. |