With the seed planted and fed, along with hearing that work was slow, Oscen took the opportunity to try and head to the top of the shop. Up there was where he spent a lot of his time watching over everyone that passed by, longing for the chance to feel a break in the comings and goings of the world. He also would use it to see if any opportunities arose for him to find some scraps of food or otherwise, as he felt his own stomach rumble and gurgle.
The middle of the day passes relatively uneventfully. The traffic down Barleycorn Street is the same as ever; people come, people go, no one enters the shop. Oscen hardly gets a glimpse at a face, with everyone seemingly more interested in the tops of their shoes than anything going on at the moment. A steaming trolley passes through the street, squeaking as pedestrians move out of its way.
It seems to Oscen that the whole day will pass by with nothing of interest, until he spots a familiar soot-stained face in the crowd, hopping off a trolley. Lian Pichler, a fellow from Oscen's time on the streets, tightens their cap and begins walking briskly down the road in the direction of the broken bridge. Their eyes don't catch Oscen's, so he's unsure if they've seen him, but they are quickly approaching the street just in front of the ship-chandlery.
It is...Midday, Monday, 6th of Augensrain, 1847at...atop 112 Barleycorn Street(Stenlin's Ship-Chandler), Rote District, Atrament, the Empire.
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"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
At the sight of Liam, Oscen raises an eyebrow. He tries to recall the last time he saw Liam come this way, but he is unable to. ‘What are you up to now…’ he softly whispers to himself, watching him to see that he had the direction that Liam was heading in correct. Afterwards, he quickly descends from the route, deciding to casually follow after them instead of directly approaching.
Lian seems to be heading to the broken bridge without pause. A somewhat large bag is slung over their shoulder, and their focus is aimed intently forward.
As Oscen follows, Lian reaches the bridge. They sit and begin to wait where the great stones crumble down into the water, whistling out to a small boat passing nearby. Oscen knows that those who sail the Wash often offer their boats as ferries for those looking to cross the buildings, and as he watches the boat's pilot waves a hand to Lian, and begins turning his vessel toward them.
It is...Midday, Monday, 6th of Augensrain, 1847at...the Broken Bridge, Wash District, Atrament, the Empire.
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"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
Oscen frowns for a moment as he sees Lian whistle out. 'What are you up to...' he thinks to himself as he approaches Lian. "Well, I wasn't expecting to see you here," Oscen says towards Lian, trying to not surprise or startle them with his approach.
“It goes,” Oscen replies, relaxing a little bit as he walks up to fully join Lian. “What are you doing in this part of town? I forgot the last time I saw you here.”
"I've, um. Got business, across the Wash. Over in Nor'end." For just a split second, Lian's eyes flick nervously to the bag they're shouldering, then quickly move away. "Nothing spectacular."
Oscen would know that generally, Lian rarely ventures outside the city's central districts, where much of Atrament's industry takes place. Whatever business exists on the outskirts of town, it'd have to be worth braving both the unpredictable, occasionally esurient waves of the Wash, and venturing through some rather dangerous areas of the city, controlled less by its central government and more by the various criminal syndicates that claim them.
It is...Midday, Monday, 6th of Augensrain, 1847at...the Broken Bridge, Wash District, Atrament, the Empire.
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"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
Oscen’s eyes go to the bag for a moment as well, concern crossing his face. “I see…is everything OK? You going outside of the city isn’t normal, and it’s rather dangerous out there,” he asks, trying to study Lian's response to see how truthful they are.
"It's..." Lian looks as if they're about to say something, but think better of it. "It's fine. New opportunities, you know? Doesn't matter what it is, you have to snatch them. Don't worry about me, songbird. Glass knows you've got plenty to worry about yourself. We all do. Speaking of, you look... tired, I guess. I can't imagine the old man is working you to the bone. Something happen? Thought Barleycorn was supposed to be one of the safer Washside streets."
It is...Midday, Monday, 6th of Augensrain, 1847at...the Broken Bridge, Wash District, Atrament, the Empire.
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"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
"I...I dunno how to explain it," Oscen replies, scratching at the back of his head. "It might be easier to show than tell. That is if you'd be willing to come back to my little hutch and all."
Lian pauses, considers for a second. They look over at their bag, purse their lips, then sling it over their shoulder. "I can spare a few minutes. Just a few, then I've got to be off."
It is...Midday, Monday, 6th of Augensrain, 1847at...the Broken Bridge, Wash District, Atrament, the Empire.
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“Then let’s go,” Oscen replies, signaling for Liam to follow. He then gets into a sprint, heading back for the shop and his little shack out back where the plant was.
Lian follows a bit behind, shouting at Oscen once or twice to slow down as they hoist their bag over their shoulder and try to keep up. Eventually, Oscen ducks into the back rooms of the shop and Lian follows, looking about. "What's the big deal, Oscen? You're not normally this... whatever this is."
Oscen pulls open the storage closet door, revealing that the seed has already sprouted. A small, green shoot, not yet identifiable as any particular kind of plant, stretches out from the soil. Lian views it with obvious confusion. "It's a plant. Great?"
It is...Midday, Monday, 6th of Augensrain, 1847at...112 Barleycorn Street(Stenlin's Ship-Chandler), Rote District, Atrament, the Empire.
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“Yeah…a plant that just sprouted and grew this morning,” Oscen says with some surprise, having difficulty believing how quickly the plant had grown. “The seed was just starting to sprout only a few hours ago…and yet it looks like it’s grown for days…” he softly mutters to himself, opening the shack door to try and let some kind of light in and onto the plant to see if it could help the plant grow.
Lian furrows their brow. "...huh. Some kind of fast-growing thing? I've heard there are some plants that grow real fast, like... say, bamboo? You think it might be something like that?"
It is...Midday, Monday, 6th of Augensrain, 1847at...112 Barleycorn Street(Stenlin's Ship-Chandler), Rote District, Atrament, the Empire.
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"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
“I dunno. I…” Oscan pauses, trying to see if there was anything he could do to either identify the plant or to help it grow rapidly like it had been doing. “I think there is something magical about it. I mean, can you smell something different about it?”
"...Smells like dirt. Maybe a little sweet? Maybe that's just the dirt smell. I don't know, I don't really mess with that sort of stuff. 'Magic' is stuff for the bigwigs at the university to prattle on and theorise about. Nothing good's ever come of it. If you really think it's something odd, best to forget it."
It is...Midday, Monday, 6th of Augensrain, 1847at...112 Barleycorn Street(Stenlin's Ship-Chandler), Rote District, Atrament, the Empire.
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"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
Oscen's general knowledge of plants is not particularly extensive, but he does understand that if it continues to grow so prodigiously, it may end up outgrowing the bowl he's placed it in. Generally, though, decent dirt, plenty of sunlight and water are all most plants need to survive.
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With the seed planted and fed, along with hearing that work was slow, Oscen took the opportunity to try and head to the top of the shop. Up there was where he spent a lot of his time watching over everyone that passed by, longing for the chance to feel a break in the comings and goings of the world. He also would use it to see if any opportunities arose for him to find some scraps of food or otherwise, as he felt his own stomach rumble and gurgle.
(Rolling...)
The middle of the day passes relatively uneventfully. The traffic down Barleycorn Street is the same as ever; people come, people go, no one enters the shop. Oscen hardly gets a glimpse at a face, with everyone seemingly more interested in the tops of their shoes than anything going on at the moment. A steaming trolley passes through the street, squeaking as pedestrians move out of its way.
It seems to Oscen that the whole day will pass by with nothing of interest, until he spots a familiar soot-stained face in the crowd, hopping off a trolley. Lian Pichler, a fellow from Oscen's time on the streets, tightens their cap and begins walking briskly down the road in the direction of the broken bridge. Their eyes don't catch Oscen's, so he's unsure if they've seen him, but they are quickly approaching the street just in front of the ship-chandlery.
It is... Midday, Monday, 6th of Augensrain, 1847 at... atop 112 Barleycorn Street (Stenlin's Ship-Chandler), Rote District, Atrament, the Empire.
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
At the sight of Liam, Oscen raises an eyebrow. He tries to recall the last time he saw Liam come this way, but he is unable to. ‘What are you up to now…’ he softly whispers to himself, watching him to see that he had the direction that Liam was heading in correct. Afterwards, he quickly descends from the route, deciding to casually follow after them instead of directly approaching.
Lian seems to be heading to the broken bridge without pause. A somewhat large bag is slung over their shoulder, and their focus is aimed intently forward.
As Oscen follows, Lian reaches the bridge. They sit and begin to wait where the great stones crumble down into the water, whistling out to a small boat passing nearby. Oscen knows that those who sail the Wash often offer their boats as ferries for those looking to cross the buildings, and as he watches the boat's pilot waves a hand to Lian, and begins turning his vessel toward them.
It is... Midday, Monday, 6th of Augensrain, 1847 at... the Broken Bridge, Wash District, Atrament, the Empire.
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
Oscen frowns for a moment as he sees Lian whistle out. 'What are you up to...' he thinks to himself as he approaches Lian. "Well, I wasn't expecting to see you here," Oscen says towards Lian, trying to not surprise or startle them with his approach.
Lian looks up, and a gap-toothed smile splits their face as they see Oscen.
"Hey, songbird. How's it going?"
It is... Midday, Monday, 6th of Augensrain, 1847 at... the Broken Bridge, Wash District, Atrament, the Empire.
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
“It goes,” Oscen replies, relaxing a little bit as he walks up to fully join Lian. “What are you doing in this part of town? I forgot the last time I saw you here.”
"I've, um. Got business, across the Wash. Over in Nor'end." For just a split second, Lian's eyes flick nervously to the bag they're shouldering, then quickly move away. "Nothing spectacular."
Oscen would know that generally, Lian rarely ventures outside the city's central districts, where much of Atrament's industry takes place. Whatever business exists on the outskirts of town, it'd have to be worth braving both the unpredictable, occasionally esurient waves of the Wash, and venturing through some rather dangerous areas of the city, controlled less by its central government and more by the various criminal syndicates that claim them.
It is... Midday, Monday, 6th of Augensrain, 1847 at... the Broken Bridge, Wash District, Atrament, the Empire.
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
Oscen’s eyes go to the bag for a moment as well, concern crossing his face. “I see…is everything OK? You going outside of the city isn’t normal, and it’s rather dangerous out there,” he asks, trying to study Lian's response to see how truthful they are.
"It's..." Lian looks as if they're about to say something, but think better of it. "It's fine. New opportunities, you know? Doesn't matter what it is, you have to snatch them. Don't worry about me, songbird. Glass knows you've got plenty to worry about yourself. We all do. Speaking of, you look... tired, I guess. I can't imagine the old man is working you to the bone. Something happen? Thought Barleycorn was supposed to be one of the safer Washside streets."
It is... Midday, Monday, 6th of Augensrain, 1847 at... the Broken Bridge, Wash District, Atrament, the Empire.
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
"I...I dunno how to explain it," Oscen replies, scratching at the back of his head. "It might be easier to show than tell. That is if you'd be willing to come back to my little hutch and all."
Lian pauses, considers for a second. They look over at their bag, purse their lips, then sling it over their shoulder. "I can spare a few minutes. Just a few, then I've got to be off."
It is... Midday, Monday, 6th of Augensrain, 1847 at... the Broken Bridge, Wash District, Atrament, the Empire.
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
“Then let’s go,” Oscen replies, signaling for Liam to follow. He then gets into a sprint, heading back for the shop and his little shack out back where the plant was.
Lian follows a bit behind, shouting at Oscen once or twice to slow down as they hoist their bag over their shoulder and try to keep up. Eventually, Oscen ducks into the back rooms of the shop and Lian follows, looking about. "What's the big deal, Oscen? You're not normally this... whatever this is."
Oscen pulls open the storage closet door, revealing that the seed has already sprouted. A small, green shoot, not yet identifiable as any particular kind of plant, stretches out from the soil. Lian views it with obvious confusion. "It's a plant. Great?"
It is... Midday, Monday, 6th of Augensrain, 1847 at... 112 Barleycorn Street (Stenlin's Ship-Chandler), Rote District, Atrament, the Empire.
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
“Yeah…a plant that just sprouted and grew this morning,” Oscen says with some surprise, having difficulty believing how quickly the plant had grown. “The seed was just starting to sprout only a few hours ago…and yet it looks like it’s grown for days…” he softly mutters to himself, opening the shack door to try and let some kind of light in and onto the plant to see if it could help the plant grow.
Lian furrows their brow. "...huh. Some kind of fast-growing thing? I've heard there are some plants that grow real fast, like... say, bamboo? You think it might be something like that?"
It is... Midday, Monday, 6th of Augensrain, 1847 at... 112 Barleycorn Street (Stenlin's Ship-Chandler), Rote District, Atrament, the Empire.
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
“I dunno. I…” Oscan pauses, trying to see if there was anything he could do to either identify the plant or to help it grow rapidly like it had been doing. “I think there is something magical about it. I mean, can you smell something different about it?”
(roll nature if you like)
Lian takes a whiff.
"...Smells like dirt. Maybe a little sweet? Maybe that's just the dirt smell. I don't know, I don't really mess with that sort of stuff. 'Magic' is stuff for the bigwigs at the university to prattle on and theorise about. Nothing good's ever come of it. If you really think it's something odd, best to forget it."
It is... Midday, Monday, 6th of Augensrain, 1847 at... 112 Barleycorn Street (Stenlin's Ship-Chandler), Rote District, Atrament, the Empire.
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
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(Apologies, busy day)
Oscen's general knowledge of plants is not particularly extensive, but he does understand that if it continues to grow so prodigiously, it may end up outgrowing the bowl he's placed it in. Generally, though, decent dirt, plenty of sunlight and water are all most plants need to survive.
It is... Midday, Monday, 6th of Augensrain, 1847 at... 112 Barleycorn Street (Stenlin's Ship-Chandler), Rote District, Atrament, the Empire.
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."