#demisedscholar

from what she can gather, it seems as if he's experimenting on something, causing an unease to begin to settle over her. within her time, she has met two people who do such things, both drastically different in their approaches and morals. thus, it makes her wonder if it's even safe here, one step taken back that snaps a twig beneath her weight.

❝ Oh. I... ❞ there was no doubt he'd notice her now, given the silence has been disturbed, making her shrink in just a little bit. especially since the creature he had been working with seems to have darted off due to the sudden noise, whether for the good or the bad. ❝ Did I... end up disturbing you? ❞

Your reserve will be extended!

Mornye will be reserved for you!

HE HAD HEARD THE RUMORS, of course. when it came to so many people trapped upon an island, herded into tighter enclosures by the mists themselves, it was bound for many to hear the same thing. in this case, it was about the current ice covering the swirling gulf and, presumably, how it covers that of a mammoth fish awaiting to be caught. though that wasn't what interested him, rather the species of fish that you could capture, he still ventured forth.

and fortunately there had been a like-minded individual, at least in terms of the curiosity of the fish. ❝ A few more should be enough, I would think. ❞ several specimens rest in a larger bucket, glowing gently beneath its waters through their bioluminescence, as he notes at another tug upon the line thereafter.

❝ It appears there's a bite at the end of the line again. Nothing monstrous, I presume? ❞ plopping the other fish in hand to the bucket carefully, he leans over, peering down the carved hole to see if he can catch a glimpse.

that and, well, she had to taste her test drink mixes.

" Look at you all dressed up! Did Aglaea help you? It's nice that you two are getting along now enough for that!"

THE NIGHT HAS DRAWN ON, enjoyably so, when she finds herself beside the man she accompanies here tonight. drinks line the wall as they stand, arms crossed one over the other as she observes all those dancing across the floor to the sway of the music at hand. ❝ It's quite the lively night, I'd say, ❞ she comments briefly, the sip of champagne small and swift, eyes flitting between those friendly faces she knows and many who are but strangers.

the clink of the glass is all that can be heard over the music, setting aside her drink for the time being. she allows some semblance of silence to befall them, seemingly content with his company, figuring this was no place for discussions of myths or theories alike. in that case, it left room for something else entirely一

an idea comes to her, impulsive as she is come times, as she turns to him. ❝ Will you dance with me, Anaxagoras? ❞

Clark was exhausted, and he was starving—two feelings that proved more than anything how strange this place was. But it was hard to think straight about how to get out or how to fix his phone when he was this hungry. 

Luckily, the key they gave him worked, and the house he found himself in had a fully equipped kitchen. It was calming, the act of cooking.

Crack the eggs, mix, dip the bread. Pan. Fry. Flip. Over and over until the stack of French toast was towering, the loaf of bread and over half the eggs gone.

He was in the zone when he heard the door open. Whoever he was supposed to share this place with had just gotten home.

while her fabric lay bare on the streets, it wouldn't fly away so easily as parchment might, so it was a matter of urgency there. once she could grab as many as she could, she hands them over before looking at the man they belonged to, smile upon her features and all.

❝ Your theories 一 some of them seem quite intriguing. At least from the little I was capable of glancing at them. ❞ perhaps that was rude of her to do, only realizing it thereafter. hopefully he didn't mind so much, her already busying herself with the fabrics and needle kit. ❝ I believe that's all of them. Unless some managed to hide beneath my fabrics? One moment, let me see. ❞