Tekhetsio (
heresyandlace) wrote in
driftfleet2015-08-03 03:38 pm
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Who: Tek and anyone!
Broadcast: Video
Action: Beachside lounging
When: Early August
→ video
[the video feed flicks on to the glare of the sun, until the (absurdly) pretty man wielding the device leans back into the shade. he seems to be starting this broadcast mid-thought, and--for anyone who knows him well enough to spot the difference--he's smiling quite easily.]
--Oh, now I remember. I'd wanted to ask if there were any fine metalsmiths in the fleet. I'd intended to ask the next locals we happened across for their services, but... well. Metalworking does not seem to be among their most refined skills.
I'm looking for someone trustworthy and proficient in jewelry-making. I have several options for payment. If interested, please reply.
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[and with that matter done with, he settles back to wait in high comfort. for anyone happening by, he has found the absolute perfect spot along the shoreline. there is a stretch of clean, soft sand with an impeccable view of the ocean, tucked into the patchy, partial shade of a small stand of trees.
and he must be feeling better than usual, because he's actually wearing something that Atroma has given him--gothy-looking shorts that he has drawstringed to hang just a little off his hips--and he is sacrificing multiple layers of beach towels and blankets to the sand. he apparently doesn't care whether or not he'll ever get the sand out of them again.
Tek has made himself the most comfortable basking spot on the planet, and he has left more than enough room for a friend.
he knows that Atroma is messing with his head, but he can't find it within himself to be bothered right now. he even has a little brush and bottle of lovely dark maroon ink that he's staining his nails with. someone is glitched and enjoying every minute of it.]
Broadcast: Video
Action: Beachside lounging
When: Early August
→ video
[the video feed flicks on to the glare of the sun, until the (absurdly) pretty man wielding the device leans back into the shade. he seems to be starting this broadcast mid-thought, and--for anyone who knows him well enough to spot the difference--he's smiling quite easily.]
--Oh, now I remember. I'd wanted to ask if there were any fine metalsmiths in the fleet. I'd intended to ask the next locals we happened across for their services, but... well. Metalworking does not seem to be among their most refined skills.
I'm looking for someone trustworthy and proficient in jewelry-making. I have several options for payment. If interested, please reply.
→ action
[and with that matter done with, he settles back to wait in high comfort. for anyone happening by, he has found the absolute perfect spot along the shoreline. there is a stretch of clean, soft sand with an impeccable view of the ocean, tucked into the patchy, partial shade of a small stand of trees.
and he must be feeling better than usual, because he's actually wearing something that Atroma has given him--gothy-looking shorts that he has drawstringed to hang just a little off his hips--and he is sacrificing multiple layers of beach towels and blankets to the sand. he apparently doesn't care whether or not he'll ever get the sand out of them again.
Tek has made himself the most comfortable basking spot on the planet, and he has left more than enough room for a friend.
he knows that Atroma is messing with his head, but he can't find it within himself to be bothered right now. he even has a little brush and bottle of lovely dark maroon ink that he's staining his nails with. someone is glitched and enjoying every minute of it.]

i was on hiatus its nbd
[He's not bothered by the lengthy request. In fact, he's scribbling down notes.]
Yes sir.
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I'll see what I can find. [--meaning, look for what of his coin and trinket collection he hasn't eaten yet.]
Other than that, you think this this a request you can handle?
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Yeah, I think it'll be fine. [He looks up from his journal.] I can send some sketches your way soon. If you don't like what I come up with, you're free to find someone else.
[He sets the pencil down.] Oh, uh, right. I'm Hiccup. I don't think we've met.
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and as his new metalsmith introduces himself, Tek's brow raises.]
...Excuse me?
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... Oh. Right. It's a Viking tradition. Give someone a ridiculous name and it wards off trolls and ogres, supposedly. My middle name is horrendous. I mean, literally. That's what it is.
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Oh... I see...
[boy, if he wasn't trying to get this guy to make him something beautiful and important, he would be all over making fun of this. it takes him a second to thoroughly bite his tongue before he continues.]
...Well, you may call me Tek-- which isn't nearly quite as whimsical, I'm afraid.
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Whimsical. Not the first word that came to mind, but I appreciate the subtlety.
Anyway, I'll get started on those plans as soon as I'm able. I'm... honestly not sure what to ask for payment. We'll see how long it takes me, I guess.