o1 ⚔ i got no secrets i got no friends

[bangitybang]

Characters: Janus Lefevre & you
Summary: Closed and open threads for Janus, which I'm starting now ALTHOUGH I PRObably can't tag back til next week. An erstwhile murderer goes about their business in a post-apocalyptic world, such as picking people up at the bar and eating cookies. It's fine.
Date(s): August & September 2017
Warnings/Notes: Possibly some sexual stuff, non-graphic references to violence



open { bar;

[in the past few years, janus has learned a thing or two about being a person, doing regular person things, like for example the time-honored tradition of kind of sort of maybe picking someone up at a bar. making friends. contributing through some mystical means to the defense of a refugee city outflung in the reaches beyond the multiversal apocalypse. you know, the usual.

janus is at the citadel tonight. though defense systems and mysterious laboratories may take up much of the building, the lounge still has its cheesy music and dance floor and opulent indoor forest. it's a little weird, but then again, so is janus— a shadw under 6', muscular, dressed all in black, without enough facial expressions, quiet as a shadow until they abruptly appear at one's elbow.]

Allow me to buy you a drink. [a beat. they remember that things in xistentia are in general free-- the booze at this bar, especially.] Or make you one. I'm very exact with measurements. Goldilocks' ideal partner, once she's legal.

[look. a few years ago, they were a lot less smooth than this.]

open { misc! weird stalking;

[it's not that janus is following anyone specifically, they just have a habit of watching people wherever they're at. it's surveillance. it's tactical.

so maybe that ends up being you, going for a cup of coffee in the morning or helping to move produce to a grocery store one afternoon, building a shed for the new crop or teaching or preparing defenses. whatever you're doing, it's the weight of an indiscreet stare that pulls your attention. the young man looks both a million miles away and weirdly intense, like a hawk focusing a teeny tiny field mouse from a mile away.

but if you but look at them, janus stiffens and then looks apologetic, looking away and then back again, unsure if the formality of an apology would make the offense worse or better. murder is a lot easier than this, u no u no]

closed to team oreo (rafa, arthur, era) { teeeeam oreoooo;

Hello, this is Janus

[you remember. the stilted young man from the internet, who boasted a truly incredible ability.]

I have come into possession of Oreo cookies or a reasonable facsimile thereof
Please let me know when you are available and where to meet you, as I would like to share this bounty
:D

[:D]

Comments

OREOS

[astralera]

The cookies of chocolate filled with icing?

I am available at any time, and am able to meet at any place.

bar;

[hasitsthorns]

[ One might think Rose is a masochist for coming to the Citadel for how much she complains about the shoddy DJing. In reality, she's more a sadist than anything. And she just really wants a semi-decent drink and is apparently willing to suffer through the terrible mixing to get it. The poor blond cringes when the music shifts from Africa by Toto to Def Leppard though.

She's contemplating leaving, actually, when suddenly there's someone in her personal bubble. It's not the first time someone's offered to buy her a drink (and hopefully, it won't be the last) but- A single eyebrow raises and smile tugs at the corner of her lips at that admittedly smooth recovery. Okay. This person has got some game, consider her intrigued. ]

And what about me? Do you think I'm just right?

[ It's likely hard to believe that this was the woman crying over her inability to hold hands just a little over a year ago. ]

weird stalking!!! lmk if this doesn't work c:

[memoryguardian]

[ While Janus is spying on an individual (and likely inevitably making them slightly uncomfortable), the tiniest fairy finds a perch on their shoulder. Little palms are placed flatly against the fabric of their shirt, the miniature creature leaning forward on her knees as if to peer at whatever Janus is.

Only seconds after, a bunny rabbit comes hop hopping up to Janus' side. ] Oi, Sheila, [ it suddenly speaks, in a voice much lower and masculine than probably anticipated. ] Leave the poor thing alone, would ya'? Looks like they got work they're doing. Don't need any fairies all up in their personal space.

[ The fairy turns to say (read: peep) something in retaliation but it's neatly distracted by a nearby fluttering of wings at hummingbird speed. In a colorful blur, Toothiana suddenly appears, ] There you both are! Now, just what are you- [ The rabbit's ears shoot up, nose twitches. The mini-fairy looks sheepishly at her larger version, giving a tiny chirp. ]

Oh, Janus, I'm sorry! I hope they weren't interrupting anything?

daemon: wildd

[tangleofgarlands]

oh!
hullo.
I'm not very busy at the moment. What about meeting at a pub? That way we don't have to worry about the beer.

team oreo-o-o

[mordacita]

[ Oh, this is interesting. He definitely hadn't expected it to come up so soon. ]

so then my friend
you mean to settle our bet???

very well. i can come to you after dark
tonight, if that suits. or if you would like, you can come to my farm?

closed to clary fray;

[bangitybang]

[it's a nice gym, not as much the terrifying spartan murder preparation zone that the clan back home had been. there is standard gym equipment, workout machines, stationary cycles and treadmills, dumbells, weights, those kinds of things, clean. no sign of overgrown vegetation or dirt anymore. there even looks like people running the place. there's an open and closed sign up front that someone must flip around every few days, and janus has committed to paying for their membership with hunted game.

it's nice, but the only truly unexpected part is the sight of a red-haired woman swinging a sword in the sparring ring alone. the weapon in her hand is wooden, clearly made for practice rather than real combat. but she moves well, her feet skimming the floor the way dragonflies can crest on just the tension on the surface of a still pond. she has good balance. she's fought before, janus thinks. hard to know if it was for sport or with death on the line.]

Hello, [they call out.]