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thecapitol2014-11-14 10:17 am
silberfuchs) wrote in thecapitol2014-11-14 10:17 am
[Open with Closed prompts] We are all our hands and holders
Who| Albert and various people
What| Doing various plotted things, and also an open prompt!
Where| Around the Tower and maybe in the city
When| Through this week, after the kid's arena (back or forward dated as desired, but not too far forward)
Warnings/Notes| Main post is a general open prompt, character specific prompts are in the comments.
With that awful and thankfully short children-only Arena behind them, Albert has focused on his physical therapy as much as possible. He's walking without a cane entirely now, working out again in the mornings - or rather, the afternoons. Jet still comes up the second the curfew is lifted and they fall asleep together for a few hours. He still feels on edge, like they're simply biding their time until the next Arena, and then the next, rats running the wheels. It's frustrating.
To keep that frustration to manageable levels he tries to find other things to occupy his mind, worthwhile goals. During curfew hours he spends time writing music again, a practice to re-hone his fine motor function with a pen but also calm his mind. During the unconfined hours of the day, in what little time he spends without his husband (or sometimes with Jet), Albert makes other plans with the friends and allies he's made here as well as potentially looking for new ones.
He can be found nearly anywhere around in the afternoon and evening, most often in the Training Center or at the piano in the lobby, testing the strings of notes and chords he'd written the night previous. If anyone wants to join him for training they're welcome to do so, and even if he does seem a little shy, he doesn't mind an audience to his playing either. He needs feedback, of course, or else how will he improve? And if someone has in mind to go out somewhere, or runs into him on the street while purchasing more paper or more raw ingredients for Bruce's habit of stress cooking throughout the night, then he'll usually be pleased to stop for a chat.
What| Doing various plotted things, and also an open prompt!
Where| Around the Tower and maybe in the city
When| Through this week, after the kid's arena (back or forward dated as desired, but not too far forward)
Warnings/Notes| Main post is a general open prompt, character specific prompts are in the comments.
With that awful and thankfully short children-only Arena behind them, Albert has focused on his physical therapy as much as possible. He's walking without a cane entirely now, working out again in the mornings - or rather, the afternoons. Jet still comes up the second the curfew is lifted and they fall asleep together for a few hours. He still feels on edge, like they're simply biding their time until the next Arena, and then the next, rats running the wheels. It's frustrating.
To keep that frustration to manageable levels he tries to find other things to occupy his mind, worthwhile goals. During curfew hours he spends time writing music again, a practice to re-hone his fine motor function with a pen but also calm his mind. During the unconfined hours of the day, in what little time he spends without his husband (or sometimes with Jet), Albert makes other plans with the friends and allies he's made here as well as potentially looking for new ones.
He can be found nearly anywhere around in the afternoon and evening, most often in the Training Center or at the piano in the lobby, testing the strings of notes and chords he'd written the night previous. If anyone wants to join him for training they're welcome to do so, and even if he does seem a little shy, he doesn't mind an audience to his playing either. He needs feedback, of course, or else how will he improve? And if someone has in mind to go out somewhere, or runs into him on the street while purchasing more paper or more raw ingredients for Bruce's habit of stress cooking throughout the night, then he'll usually be pleased to stop for a chat.
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"What's been going on after I leave at night? Are you two in a war or something?" If that was the case, Jet would never let Albert live it down. His usually straight-faced 'stick-in-the-mud' partner being in the middle of a prank war was too priceless.
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"Of course not!" Terezi finally answers Jet, giving Albert a minute to right himself in the tribble pile again. "I just thought that he would appreciate the company! He's so lonely at night, and I didn't realize that you were going to be here to entertain him." Whether or not Terezi means 'entertain' the way that the men were intending isn't apparent, but she doesn't seem bothered by the innuendo, accidental or otherwise. "I just left him some friends. Like, a couple hundred of them, I guess."
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It leaves Albert more flustered than he's been in recent memory, which accounts for the tribble-tossing.
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He pointed at Albert accusingly, though the smile hadn't left his face. "Ah! Don't you dare. Those are living things, what would Geronimo say?" Invoking their teammate's name like some spell of protection is sure to work. Geronimo valued every living thing, Albert couldn't possibly throw the creatures again.
A little triumphant, Jet moved to stand next to Terezi, his arm coming up to wrap around her shoulders while he extracted the silver tribble he'd brought with him from his jacket pocket. "And to think, I was bringin him one myself. Great minds think alike. Now he's got enough he could just sleep in a tribble bed with tribble blankets."