Luceti | Appointments

[z_jay]

This post is intended for anything that one could want to RP with Eugene.  Nothing fancy here, just a date, type, and place where you'd like to meet up with him and we'll go from there.  The only limit here is the imagination.

Stay safe out there!

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[z_jay]

[It had been easier than he'd expected to gather the materials Katniss mentioned. Normally he didn't have a chance to stroll into a store and pick up bow supplies, but some of Jodi's talk of it helped him to pick out what he needed.

Now his only hinderance was trying to locate Katniss, though he was fairly sure he'd be able to spot her when she showed-- or would he? If she was a hunter-type, she might blend well. Even taking that into consideration, if she wanted to be found maybe she'd make herself known.

To that end he found a relatively calm corner to sit in at the Battle Dome, eyes watching the crowd idly for anyone who might be looking for him. Occasionally he would recognize someone, give a wave, but only explain he was waiting for someone.]

[stillplaying]

[By the next day, the snow was starting to calm. But it wasn't clear enough yet, in her opinion, to do any outdoor lessons. To spend much time outdoors at all.

With the exception of time spent with Sokka yesterday, she hasn't spent this little time outdoors in a while. Damn snow. The Battle Dome, while useful, just wasn't the same.

Still, she had made a promise. And keeping those promises was something she had been working on doing. The walk from her house to the Battle Dome wasn't all that long, even though she happily took her time. The clothing she had found here kept her warm enough to enjoy enough of the trek that, by the time she arrived to the Dome, her hat, braid, quiver, and shoulders were covered with a decent dusting of white powder, contrasting the otherwise drab colors of her clothing.]

Hello? [She shouts as she walks in, trying to wipe the snow from her eyes. He was going to meet her here, wasn't he? The boy from yesterday with the interest in archery?] Eugene?

[Hiccup, Feb 21st, late morning]

[z_jay]

[The morning was nice and Eugene had promised he'd make his way to go visit Hiccup and see some automail. But the main reason for his journey was to verify this dragon he said he had. Which he was quite looking forward to in reality.

Hopefully he could get along with a dragon. It would definitely be something to tell Jack about when he came home. Wasn't hard to miss the dragon on the roof. Which he stopped and wondered how to approach...

One didn't have much of an option for running with one foot, but he would try if he had to.]

[Hiccup, Feb 21st, late morning]

[dragoneer]

[Toothless is still snoozing away up on the rooftop, so he doesn't spot the one-footed fellow coming towards the house just yet. However, anticipating Eugene's visit, Hiccup was out front, sitting on the porch and working on a small wood carving. When he spots Eugene, he pushes himself out of his seat and up onto his crutches to go out to greet him.]

Heeey, glad you could make it!

[Action, February 28th]

[abjurer]

[Jack's been gone for a couple of days now and things in the flat had been awfully quiet. It's a little strange, honestly. And with all of the talk he's heard about missions and drafts, it worries him a little.

He bets Eugene feels a hundred times worse, which is why he crosses the hall later that day, carrying a box of cakes that he'd picked up from the bakery earlier.]

Eugene! You in?

[Action, February 28th]

[z_jay]

[Sleep had been a luxury only afforded these days with Jack around to be a reassuring warmth in the chill of the night. That sounded cheesily like something out of Batman, however, and he couldn't outright make confessions of that nature to people so... he'd kept busy. Cleaning, reading... but it all came back to...

The voice of his name almost sounded like Jack's but it wasn't and he turned his head toward the door, slow to comprehend it was... company?]

Yeah! Come-- oh, hold on.

[Rolling his way to the door he performed the lengthy unlocking, peeking out and recognizing Max easy enough]

Hey, come on in...

[Alright the box had him curious and he eyed it with interest]

[Action, May 30th]

[jamesbarnes]

[Bucky is supposed to be training to help out around the shop today, but it's not much use trying to steam milk with bandages wrapped around his fingers, making his left hand all but useless. He's resigned to copying out inventory lists instead, so at least he's doing something besides sitting around by the counter looking pretty in an apron.

Since he's got a set of keys, he'll be there all day, opening up the shop for anyone who comes by to practice.

They won't officially be open for business until Natasha comes back from her missions, whenever that is. He still thinks he should be with her, injury or no. She, on the other hand, all but decked him when he suggested it, so here he is.

He ends up doodling in the margins before long, half-dozing on his arm like the model employee that he is.]

[Action, May 30th]

[z_jay]

[Looking pretty might be one of the unspoken prerequisites for working here, but it was more than that which had Eugene wondering who the guy behind that counter was. Peering in through the front glass, he knocked, brows furrowed and looking at least a little sheepish. Best way to get attention instead of banging on the door and looking demanding.]

Hullo?

[Turning back and going home wasn't on his agenda for the day, even if this place was locked up tight. When walking took time and inclination after so long being without that mobility, he might even look a little winded. But, with a small bag of supplies and stirring and a few baked goodies, he was set for waiting out a little idle time in the shop.

So he really hoped that he was noticed by the dozing guy on the counter. And also hoped he wouldn't have to chuck this guy out for being a transient. But then again-- there was something familiar about him, but he couldn't recognize him at this distance.]

June 23rd | Action

[jamesbarnes]

[The last vestiges of his spectacular hangover finally long gone, Bucky leaves a quick note that morning, and swings by the coffee shop in the afternoon to meet Eugene. They both have some last-minute preparations to do for Natasha before for the grand opening, so he figures he might as well kill two birds with one stone. The place is fully stocked now, and smells earthy and rich. It reminds him of Italy, leaving the other Commandos to unwind at a bar and ducking in somewhere quiet with Steve to talk late at night over watered-down espresso shots. He likes Natasha's coffee shop. It feels permanent, in a way not many things are.

He nods at Eugene when he spots him by the bar, and comes over to greet him. There's a small box wrapped in plain brown paper tucked under his arm, and he leans against the counter to slide it across to Eugene with a grin.]

How's that for interest?

[z_jay]

[His interest piqued, Eugene eyed the package as it was slid over to him, one brow quirking in inquiry before he sat up and placed his hand over top of it. Dragging it in closer, he carefully took apart the box and brown paper before lifting the cover.

Within was a flat razor, shiny and unused and of quality materials. It hadn't been nearly anything he'd expected but it was both practical and stylish. Two very important things to consider when purchasing someone a gift.]

Are you trying to give me a hint? Not fond of the rugged Canadian look?

[The truth of the matter was, he was impressed, rubbing his chin and feeling the stubble there]

Actually I think it'll do nicely, in terms of interest.

[Lucetiville Event] August 3

[complicatedliar]

[From Here]

Things might get a bit drastic if there's no cake. Really, I am a simple creature with simple needs. Cake and champagne. I don't even care if you remember your trousers so long as I have those two things.

[z_jay]

[The trousers comment made him snerk softly, tension easing out of him gradually and hopefully, unnoticed.]

How about cake and champagne but no groom?

[Sometime after the event]

[abjurer]

[There were some things that he couldn't put off forever. No matter how much he might want to. He couldn't quite shake some of the feelings that had come up during the week of the invasion and it was odd, truly odd, to be looking at someone you'd known for a few months at best, and feeling like you'd known them your whole life.

So it's a few days later when he flops slumps down next to Eugene on the couch in their living room, offering him a beer.]

So...

[z_jay]

[It was a kindness to be offered a beer for no reason, and Eugene glanced up from the interview he was working on writing to curiously watch the opened, chilled beer begin to gather condensation on its outside while Max flopped nearby.]

Heh, to what do I owe the honor?

[So much had happened as of late that Eugene wasn't quite sure how to settle, or where to. So he hadn't even begun to focus on the lingering brotherly affection he felt toward the other man, even if they were merely flatmates before. Taking the beer, he moved to put his work aside and focused on Max]

Don't tell me the Malnosso have done something to you that requires your needing to tell me about.

[He paused mid drink and looked a little stricken]

...You aren't moving out, are you?

Hhhhalloween Ball

[relictusdeus]

[Every man, woman, and child in the ballroom, coming or going, has not gone overlooked, and all Isaac can think of as he watches from over the rim of his glass is that his own clothes - or what of them he had - are far from the worst he could have had forced upon him. But he’s not here to spend the entirety of his evening passing judgment and let his guardedness around any mob-like gathering of humans steal the opportunity to indulge in harmless fun.

Polishing off his wine in a gulp, Isaac sets aside the glass and makes his approach because he can find it in his heart to forgive a tasteless costume. He looks Eugene up and down at closer range with the amused smirk of a man just itching to offer his unsolicited opinion.]

You are looking rather virile tonight... [It's all in the axe] ...if only it weren’t for that foolish hat on your head. A dead animal would have been more flattering.

[He may no longer be a ginger this evening but there is no mistaking that telltale drawl of his if nothing else.]

[z_jay]

That...

[He stopped for just a second to grin, despite himself, because he agreed with this statement, about the dead animal being more flattering. It had a way of making one look, somehow more barbaric and manly at once]

... makes two of us.

[Recognizing Isaac wasn't hard. His telltale speech was easy to place, though his costume was a sight more appealing than Eugene's own. But he wasn't quite sure what to make of it.]

You have a lot of feathers.

[Action] November 19th

[jamesbarnes]

[Everything was fine. Bucky fell back into his usual routine. He had breakfast with Steve or Natasha most mornings, went to the Battledome, went to work... The less he thought about it the sooner he'd feel normal again. Natasha alone had worse to deal with than this.

He told himself that, but the hollows under his eyes were darkening and the long nights were wearing him down, making it harder to focus. He wouldn't dare leave his hand wraps off at the Battledome with the hell Steve gave him for splitting his knuckles on the bags, but there were bruises beginning to show despite the layers of cloth. He laughed and smiled, brushed it off. He was okay until he wasn't.

One moment he was leaning over the counter to pass a half-empty mug to Eugene and the next it was a mess of dark sludge and shattered china across the counter top. Bucky swore under his breath, reaching for pieces of - shattered pieces of bone in lukewarm mud and blood all over his hands. This was a rifle shot. What he did long range, close up. The hollow cavern at the back of Steve's skull when he dropped, face down in an apartment, dead before he hit the floor. White eyes and black flies, still spring air that smelled sweetly of rot and gunpowder.

He couldn't-- He couldn't --]

Sorry, sorry -- I'll be right back. [If Eugene said anything to him he didn't hear it. His heart was trying to punch its way out of his chest, the walls pressing in too tight. The bathroom was empty when he got there, which was lucky because he didn't even stop to lock the door before sinking down to puke into the toilet.]

November 19th

[z_jay]

[Bucky's method was one that even managed to bypass Eugene's experienced radar, knowing when one of your fellows was about to have a breakdown of a sort. So instead of presuming something was immediately wrong, Eugene grinned at Bucky before the other man had moved, ready with a chuckle and an it's okay, you klutz. The only thing that made this different was the haste with which Bucky retreated-- and it was more like a retreat than Bucky going to get cleaning materials.

He'd turned his head toward the space where Bucky had been, eyes narrowing minutely before he finished his order and swept the ceramic into the trash. Announcing that he'd be right back would cause attention, so he instead set out a note near the order station he'd be back in 10 minutes.

So he quietly slipped away, stomach churning when he heard the familiar sounds of wreching in the bathroom before entering. It'd be pointless to ask if Bucky was okay when he was expelling his stomach, so he braced himself and knelt next to him, placing a hand in the center of Bucky's back]

Okay, okay, I know you're amazing and all that, but it really was just a coffee mug. I'm sure Tasha will forgive you.

[Even if it was patently obvious this had nothing to do with the coffee, Eugene knew firsthand that tackling illness, or such deep-seated issues, head-on would result in a lot of failure all around. Bucky deserved better than that, so he waited and rubbed a circle into the other man's back. He really was tense, he could feel it in the way the muscles under his hand bunched under the fabric of Bucky's shirt.]

[December 11: THE PRANKENING] ugh on the right post wtf I'm so tired I can't even

[complicatedliar]

[Loki will put a little spell on Eugene's shampoo, so when next he uses it, he'll end up platinum blond. Because there's something nice about three blond people in one house. Amusing, even.]

[ooc: let me know if you'd rather have something else no problem!]

I've been there, we've all been there, all is forgiven

[z_jay]

Screaming tended to get you spotted, hunted, killed, eaten, all number of horrible things because it is precisely the wrong thing to do when presented with an emergency. Previous necessity of keeping calm in the face of imminent danger kept him from screaming, but the face that looked him in the mirror after his shower was his and yet he wasn't what he expected he would be.

Shower-wet and dripping water he stared at himself in disbelief, followed by patting himself down to verify he was in fact, Eugene Woods. And not body-swapped, because such things had occurred. Not to him directly, but-- he didn't scream, and instead went tense and alert... and then a bit disgusted. Blond. Blond, his whole head of hair, perfectly colored and blond, curls as he recalled, length. He would admire the color if only for the fact that it wasn't his hair color.

"...Jack?"

There was no possible way Jack could have pranked him, he'd set foot into the shower with dark hair and now...

THE UNBURDENING May 5th, 2014 action

[antivanleather]

The shift had been strange. To be a part of Isaac's world- to be a part of the world of those he cared for- to be an ageless thing at the beck and call of a dragon- that had his mind ill at ease but he kept his thoughts to himself. Aside from cursory letters exchanged with Isaac in return for goods, little has been said on the matter. Zevran had been equally quiet and still in the house- tending to his leather working and trying, desperately, to ignore everything that happened. All those memories from lives that were not his roiled in his mind. Curdled his thoughts. Twisted and refused to stay in the far corners where he attempted to shove them.

But it held for some time. It held up until he spoke with Isaac- of leathers and armor and the vague suggestions of sentiment. The loyalty he felt he still owed the man was heavy in his gut and it left him free to wonder over their association for what wasn't the first and would likely not be the last time.

Had he truly become domestic? Had he become soft- and if so was that such a terrible thing? He had asked them once if they minded a viper in their lives and in their bed- vipers lay best with vipers but that ship had long since sailed. There was no safe harbor for him there. All he has is this home in which he feels increasingly uncomfortable. Out of sorts he hovered in the kitchen, stirring- something.

He could not even remember what he had begun preparing for dinner. He could not recall when it was that dinners became something he made, almost exclusively.

WHen did he become a house elf? The term stings, his wings tuck up against his back and he had to step away from the stove for a moment just to breathe. He was a crow. A warrior. An assassin. What had become of him? "..."

[z_jay]

Long hours had been set aside to make sure that Natasha's legacy was not left to dwindle. It left Eugene often fairly exhausted, and he had been mightily grateful that Zevran had stepped into the role of preparing food. Those he trusted with food were few and far between, so Zev held a coveted spot. Jack had a few dishes he could manage quite well, but there were some evenings where it was nice to be together, the three of them, holed up in their little well-fortified home.

Call it paranoia, or an instinct honed through experience, but something shifted in the atmosphere... nearly imperceptible at first. The silence had become loud, and he glanced up from what he'd been focused on moments before Zev stepped away from the stove.

His eyes darted toward Jack to see if he'd noticed it, too. After all, they were both experienced in needing to keep a keen eye on the horizon, and if Jack had caught onto something as well...

Regardless, after a few moments, Eugene moved to stand, weaving his way out of the kitchen and wordlessly approached Zev. There was tension in his wings, maybe something unconscious, because the rest of him seemed calm, composed-- serene, even.

June 12, Action

[complicatedliar]

[And here Loki is. In the coffee shop again. God, Loki, don't you have a home or something. He's got another braille book and is slowly working through it. And he looks... tired.]

June 12, Action

[z_jay]

[Eugene had thought-- library, probably? Where Loki would while away his time. It had been a surprise that he'd seen him lounging in the coffee shop, but it smelled good, and weren't other senses heightened when one was gone?]

... Can't sleep?

[something told him Loki could feel his awkward from 9 yards away]

June 24th, action

[antivanleather]

Herding about a group of drunkards after the party had been difficult enough. Herding the birthday boys home so they might be fed, watered, washed and put to bed? Nigh impossible. But he had indeed managed as the token sober individual and for that Zevran feels he has earned a drink.

But fist, the hangovers of those in the house needs tending to. As an extension of his consideration for their days of birth Zevran untangles himself from the nest of his boys and their limbs and sheets and starts brewing coffee, frying slabs of bacon and begins boiling broth for a salty, fatty, perfect Antivan cure for a horrible morning after drinking far, far too much.

Re: June 24th, action

[250mhzwabl]

Eugene can have his history full of microbrew beers and wine tastings and artisinal vodka drunkenness. Jack's liver has been tempered by far harder stuff, and he's accordingly always the first to roll out of bed any morning like this, regardless of how miserable he might feel. And oh, he does feel fantastically miserable, head pounding in direct counterargument to the conventional wisdom that sound made these things worse. He manages to fumble in his nightstand until he comes up with his sunglasses, and only embarks for the bathroom with them firmly in place - never mind he's not wearing anything else besides a pair of violently blue briefs.

A long time puttering around with running water later, he finally does his best zom shamble into the kitchen, slumping down at the table and resting his head in his arms, only daring to peek at Zev from the safe darkness under his hand and grin-wince crookedly.

". . . For the record, that is the most restraint I've ever seen out of you when I'm wet and handsy."

6/23 backthread for the party

[complicatedliar]

[It's well into the evening, to the point where everyone is nicely lubricated but not actually plowed under yet. Rogue's just gone home thanks to the increasing alcohol levels at the party, so Loki wanders over to poke at Eugene.]

My lady's gone home. But she does wish you a happy birthing day. [He has no idea of any exchanges the two might have had before. At least not on this evening.]

[z_jay]

Y'know... [He's always tried to choose his words carefully, but right now-- it's another story.]

I am pretty sure she hates my guts with the fiery passion of a bajillion suns or something but...

[She's been keeping something barely restrained, and in a way, it showed she was particularly strong-willed to hold that resolve. But she'd been mad, as far as he had understood, though some things he noticed despite the context of the situation]

Your girlfriend is really hot. I mean, you're hot-- lots of people in Luceti are hot. Jack and I noticed it after a few days because it was kind of weird, but... she's definitely... damn.

June 29th

[touchofrogue]

[Now that her relationship with Loki has been settled and Rogue is getting used to the strange break in her mind that's come from her wall crumbling, she's decided it's time to deal with one other person: Eugene. He'd told her that he didn't intend to get between her and Loki, and she'd taken him seriously. She also took seriously the fact that what he'd told her went out of his mind when he was drunk.

She always thought it was silly, in the romances she read, when the wife was angry at the mistress. Now she thought she understood it a little better.

Still, Rogue isn't coming over to fight - she doesn't necessarily even know what she wants to say, but with her control more fragile than ever, she does want to do what she can to minimize the negative impact of seeing Eugene. That means picking her time, and picking her place so that she can be ready. She doesn't want her psyches slipping loose and hurting anyone. So she waits for a day she's relatively calm and as in control as she can be before going to see him.

Fortunately, she has a perfect excuse: She really would like her pie pan back.

Knock, knock, door.]

Re: June 29th

[z_jay]

[Jack having been at a strong disadvantage with being deaf, Eugene had taken some time off from his typical routine of work. And what with Zev not in the house, he was the sole hearing individual to answer the door. Who opening the door had revealed hadn't been anyone he was expecting and his eyes widened a little as he recognized Rogue.]

Ah-- hey! Rogue, what brings you to these...

[Things really weren't going to go his way, were they? He faltered a little but stepped aside and gestured for her to come in if she'd like]

...parts?

Sept 25; voice

[unfringed]

Oregon! Oregon! I have wonderful news!

Sept 25; video

[z_jay]

[ Oregon? It was only because the tone was so directed at him that he even responded, glancing toward the voice. It was Dr Bishop, so he made an exception and didn't correct him. ]

What's that?

[ His excitement was like a child's-- it was hard to suppress his own smile, so he didn't. ]