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driftfleet2018-10-23 10:38 pm
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mausoleum
Who: Death and You
Broadcast: Yes
Action: Planetside
When: Today
Action – Planetside Scrapyard
Action – Planetside Scrapyard
It wasn’t at all hard to find people who took a liking to him or Poppy. Death is in the middle of a more organized scrap yard than most, surrounded by the more artistic types. He’s currently fiddling with metal sheets being fitted to a large grill type of device in what are supposed to be flower shapes. Some people just like to mix themes, he supposes. The metal is easy enough to fiddle with by hand, too, although he does make some cursory attempts to use proper tools for the job at hand. Each flower he finishes gets passed off for welding and more welding until the false verdant nature of the grill is deemed acceptable. Death takes a sit back with the other artists and lets them hash out smaller details like delivery. He is joined in his seat by Poppy, who takes to purring loudly as he watches the new gill get rinsed off for its first voyage.
Broadcast – Planetside, later in the day
Food is a common denominator that brings all together nearly as much as his job or the need to sleep. Death is among people who live for food cooked on a new grill, producing various, slightly singed items fit for a good meal. He has no plate of his own owing to a lack of a stomach, but Poppy gleefully munches on scraps of meat that he breaks up for her convenience. He waves at the feed briefly and turns his hands to petting his cat and reminding her that she is very much loved in all her purring goodness.
I LIKE THIS PLANET. THERE IS SO MUCH PEOPLE CAN DO TO TURN METAL INTO SOMETHING ORGANIC AND LIVELY.
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[He offers a hand to Nico.]
I AM THE DEATH OF A PLANET CALLED DISCWORLD. MY DOMINION IS THE COLLECTIVE SOULS OF ALL THAT LIVE ON IT. THIS IS MY NEWEST CAT. HER NAME IS POPPY.
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[He accepts, clasping Death's hand.]
Nico di Angelo. You already know what I am. My father is the god of death ... among other things. [Greek gods were bad at sticking to just one thing.
He gives the cat a considering look.] Animals don't usually like me. [They were more sensitive to the whole death-aura vibe. It didn't mesh well. But cats were different, for reasons previously mentioned.]
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[Death picks up Poppy and holds her up so Nico can see her better. She's a young cat, not quite fully grown. Her head extends towards Nico and she sniffs the air he occupies.]
CATS AND I GET ALONG WELL. THEY SEE ME FOR WHAT I AM NO MATTER WHAT.
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[He lifts a hand for the cat to smell. He's been told he smells like death. Doesn't matter how many baths he takes. So ... thanks, Dad.]
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[Poppy smells the stench of decay, but doesn't do more than nip lightly at his hand before rubbing her cheek against it.
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[He quirks the tiniest of smiles and pets the cat.]
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[A teacher. That's such a ... normal thing to do.]
What's Hogswatch?
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IT IS A HOLIDAY CENTERED AROUND THE GIVING OF PRESENTS. TRADITIONALLY, YOU GIVE A CARD TO LOVED ONES AS WELL.
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[Not that he can remember ever celebrating. But he spent a lot of time in and out of cities, and in the winter it was hard to avoid the lights and trees and carolers and mall Santas and blah blah blah.]
Got a jolly old man who climbs down chimneys too?
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[He picks up Poppy more and lets her climb onto his shoulders.]
BEING THE CHILD OF A GOD, I WOULD IMAGINE YOU FOLLOW HOLIDAYS RELATED TO YOUR DIVINE FAMILY.
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[Weird. Though he probably shouldn't be too surprised. Nothing was outside the realm of possibility. He watches the cat a second, shrugging.]
No. I ... I don't really celebrate. Anything.
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You ... bake? [Can he even eat? He frowns thoughtfully.]
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CERTAINLY. COOKIES, CAKES, PIES. THERE ARE RULES IN MAKING FOOD THAT ARE EASY FOR ME TO FOLLOW, AND THEREFORE DIFFICULT FOR ME TO GET WRONG. IT IS ONE OF THE FEW WAYS I CAN BE CREATIVE.
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[Well, he's certainly seen odder things. But it's still an interesting thing to think about.]
M...Maybe I will come by. Sometime.