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vesanalia2019-03-15 04:59 pm
tillinghast) wrote in vesanalia2019-03-15 04:59 pm
I simply remember my favorite things
WHO: Crawford Tillinghast | Open to All
WHAT: Crawford dealing with newfound attention, and dealing with the Lovecraftian horror that was his life.
WHEN: About two weeks after arrival
WHERE: Carlyle
WARNINGS & NOTES: Maybe some mentions of brains and eldritch horrors.
Around Town
Crawford had been approached the week before, a few days after he had spoken to Hank about the strange wonder that was the Youtubes. The beauty of the internet was mind-blowing, and he had lost days to learning new things before the men in their suits had come to his room and taken him out to lunch. Here it was a week later and he the first episode was already filmed and aired for a series of after-school science shows. Being from before Bill Nye or Beakman's world. PBS wasn't going to get him a posh mansion, but neither was studying resonant frequencies and working for Edward.
It was strange to think of himself on television, but given free range to start on simple subjects and work up, he decided to start the basics of physics and to keep it from being to bland, breaks were taken to teach simple experiments including, lifting water with a candle in a glass.
He was due to shoot another episode in a few hours, but he decided he needed fresh air. He had set out from his room, his hands in his pockets and wearing his favorite sweater as he moved down the street, both looking for familiar faces and simply something to kill time with before he had to go film again.
Random park
After he had done some shopping he stopped on his way back home with a few bags seeing an empty park since the sun had already set he took a seat on the swing-set. The bags sat by the bar as he started to swing, idly wondering if Kathrine was okay, if maybe by him jumping worlds if somehow Bubba and Edward were okay now, unlikely but he could be hopeful. Maybe it was being to close to the steel of the pipes holding up the swing set but his head started to ache as he swung back and forth.
He should head back, but he wasn't to worried he blended in well enough and aside from an advance doing a PBS show didn't really pay enough enough that he'd be worried about being mugged.
WHAT: Crawford dealing with newfound attention, and dealing with the Lovecraftian horror that was his life.
WHEN: About two weeks after arrival
WHERE: Carlyle
WARNINGS & NOTES: Maybe some mentions of brains and eldritch horrors.
Around Town
Crawford had been approached the week before, a few days after he had spoken to Hank about the strange wonder that was the Youtubes. The beauty of the internet was mind-blowing, and he had lost days to learning new things before the men in their suits had come to his room and taken him out to lunch. Here it was a week later and he the first episode was already filmed and aired for a series of after-school science shows. Being from before Bill Nye or Beakman's world. PBS wasn't going to get him a posh mansion, but neither was studying resonant frequencies and working for Edward.
It was strange to think of himself on television, but given free range to start on simple subjects and work up, he decided to start the basics of physics and to keep it from being to bland, breaks were taken to teach simple experiments including, lifting water with a candle in a glass.
He was due to shoot another episode in a few hours, but he decided he needed fresh air. He had set out from his room, his hands in his pockets and wearing his favorite sweater as he moved down the street, both looking for familiar faces and simply something to kill time with before he had to go film again.
Random park
After he had done some shopping he stopped on his way back home with a few bags seeing an empty park since the sun had already set he took a seat on the swing-set. The bags sat by the bar as he started to swing, idly wondering if Kathrine was okay, if maybe by him jumping worlds if somehow Bubba and Edward were okay now, unlikely but he could be hopeful. Maybe it was being to close to the steel of the pipes holding up the swing set but his head started to ache as he swung back and forth.
He should head back, but he wasn't to worried he blended in well enough and aside from an advance doing a PBS show didn't really pay enough enough that he'd be worried about being mugged.
Random park
There's a temptation, when he sees the guy on the swingset, to just fuckin' take one of those bags. Throw a pine cone, make a rustle in the distance, yoink one and then explore the rewards. Though he learned his lesson last time when he procured a surprised gift sack and found himself with brussel sprouts, a can opener, and someone's prescription anal cream. He has been more picky about his idle thieving since.
Still, the guy looks like he might have been here a while. Currently Mick is dressed in his "delivery man" disguise. Something that could loosely be described as non-descript 'FedPS' and he announces himself by loosely tapping on the iron struts of the swingset.
"Hey, you seen a nice looking blond woman with freckles. Nice smile. Nice scowl. All business. Shoulders like she could bench press you?"
no subject
"I can't say I have. There are a few blondes around but none with freckles I have seen yet. I myself am looking for a blond. She wears glasses and likewise is all business." He's doing a great job of looking for Kathrine...by swinging at the park. "Are you from here or from somewhere else?"
no subject
"She's my boss. But yeah, no blonde in glasses, either. Sounds like she has the hot librarian look."
Way to be helpfully blunt, Mick.