Mag Paget, Shotgun Knight (clippedwing) wrote in emillion, @ 2013-10-15 00:31:00 |
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Entry tags: | !thread, cressida karth, magnolia paget, merrion priddy, storm kapur |
live a simple life in a quiet town, steady as she goes.
Who: Mag Paget & OPEN!
What: A day in Mag’s life.
Where: All over town!
When: Today.
Rating: PG, for now
Status: On-going
A park in the Commoners’ District | 7:00AM The city was in the process of waking up when Mag left her apartment and headed to the Commoners’ District. She made a brief stop at The Roast to get a cup of coffee and drank it on her way to the park. There were quite a few parks in Emillion, scattered throughout the districts, but this one was Mag’s favorite by far. There were always people around, yet it was never crowded, and at this hour the only sounds were those of the city slowly starting to go into its rhythm for the day, and the footfalls of runners. Mag dumped the paper cup in a nearby trashcan, rolled her shoulders, and joined them. Best way to start the day. Ashwyrm Hall | 10:00AM After her morning run, the temptation to make her way to the Nobles’ District was too strong to resist. She’d barely spoken to Lav since he’d told her about his suicide attempt, almost a week earlier, and worry was gnawing at her. Not that she didn’t think she wouldn’t have heard if Lav had—well, if he’d done something stupid and succeeded—but that thought didn’t put her at ease. She was almost at his family’s estate when she managed to convince herself she was being silly. Showing up at the Amell Estate to check on Lavitz wasn’t going to help matters at all—especially since his family would of course be there. Yet since she’d come all the way to this district, she might as well get something out of the trip—and maybe find a way to take her mind off the problem for a while. With that thought it mind, she headed to Ashwyrm Hall. Perhaps there she might find a sparring partner&mdash,or if nothing else, a practice dummy she could whack at with her spear. Bazaar market | Bazaar District | 12:30PM Around noon, she made her way to the Bazaar, as was her habit. A minor miracle had been the only thing that had stopped her past attempts at cooking from resulting in the destruction of Emillion, so rather than tempt fate by trying her luck again, Mag lived on take-out and tavern meals. Every day, no matter what guildhall she’d been training in that morning, she made her way here at lunchtime; she loved walking around the market and seeing all the exotic foods and items sold at the stalls. Today, as usual, she hadn’t planned on visiting any particular stall. She’d get whatever caught her eye. She walked close to the stalls, to make way for the crowds pushing their way through the main street, and after a couple of minutes stopped in front of an Ordalian cuisine stall. The vendor grinned at her as he dumped the contents of a bowl—okonomiyaki mix—on the grill in front of him. “How about it, miss? Smell good, right? Tastes even better!” He thumped his chest with his fist and laughed. Mag didn’t have the heart to tell him she couldn’t smell it. It certainly looked delicious, though. “I’m sold.” She smiled. Hellwyrm Hall | 3:00PM Shooting practice always had a calming effect on Mag; it was easy to slip into a trance of sorts when she was staring at the paper target, ear protectors on, hearing nothing but the dulled bang of every shot she fired. It helped her think more clearly, when there was something bothering her—and the mess with Lavitz was still nagging at her. Had all the things she’d said to him helped at all? Could she help make a difference? Or were all her efforts to drag him out of his funk in vain? Half an hour later, the same worries were still eating at her. She had no idea what to do from here on, but she was determined not to give up, if there was something she could do to help. Even if she couldn’t, she wanted to try. She decided to message Lavitz later and took the ear protectors off; time to pack up and walk around the grounds, see who else was around. It was still a little early to call it a day, and a walk would do her good. Near the Sphere | Theatre District | 5:15PM Mag didn’t frequent the Theatre District, but some evenings, she found herself drawn to it. As the sun began to sink, street performers of all kinds took over the main thoroughfare, singing and dancing and juggling, competing for the passersby’s attention. The district came alive around Mag as she walked down the main street, past The Tipsy Sheep (her usual stop in this area) and the Sphere. One of the street acts caught her eye, and she stopped in her tracks. She wasn’t the only one. Yet the four bards didn’t seem to notice the crowd gathering around them; their focus was on the war drums in front of them. They pounded out quickening rhythms like their lives depended on it. Every beat of the drums reverberate inside Mag’s chest, so powerful was the sound. She stood in place, mesmerised by the performance, unable to walk away. The Snuggly Duckling | Commoners’ District | 8:30PM She made her way to the Duckling after dinner. She’d had quite a few unexpected encounters that day, but as she headed to the tavern, she knew what she’d find there before she pushed open the door: Vivi chatting to some customers, her bartender wiping a glass with a rag, and the usual suspects sharing drinks at a table. Before she’d quite realized it, Mag had become one of the tavern’s regulars. She made her way to the bar and ordered a cider, though by now it was mere formality; excepting a few rounds of liquor shots on special occasions, she never drank anything else. When the bartender placed her drink in front of her before she’d quite finished asking him, she chuckled. As far as Mag was concerned, there was no better way to end the day. |