Alex (
uncalendula) wrote2014-12-10 01:17 am
Entry tags:
{rping} I'll tell you why
WHO Ned (
wordvomit) & Michael (
what_he_needs)
WHERE Outskirts of Vega
CANON A Thrilling Dominion AU
SCENARIO
In the aftermath of what could arguably be considered a supernatural disaster, a friendly face might be the only balm one needs to soothe.
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[Ned Edwards (and yes, he realizes the irony of being named Edward Edwards) escaped work early this afternoon, having put in his morning hours and produced enough baked goods to satisfy the small army living in the Riesen household. Sometimes he can almost remember life before this - flickers here and there, his mother dying and his father leaving him - before the caste system relegated him to a lower rung where he had to claw his way into localized fame before the higher-ups came to satisfy their sweet-tooth.
He certainly can't complain about the ovens, state-of-the-art industrial grade and more baking pans than you could shake a stick at. Ned remained quiet, and careful, and never kicked up a fuss, which is probably why he's managed to maintain his position for so long.
They offered him a space in the household, but the rooms felt too cavernous. Too...nouveau riche.
Too lonely.
On the outer ring of the city there are fair apartments, decent housing for those in the middling range who don't mind the clamor of the lower class outside one's window. With a bag stuffed full of day-old goods from the kitchen that would, doubtless, be thrown away otherwise, Ned doles out bits and pieces until there is little left and he has to wonder how long some of these people's ration cards will last them.]
You're welcome,
[he nods to a little girl with a weary smile, an early riser and an early setter by default, feeling the exhaustion creep in again. From the mumble of the crowd he can tell something's happened closer to the main family buildings, but susurrous rumors and hearsay happen frequently enough around here for him not to consider it as genuine Vega "news."
After all, none of the monitors are flickering with any updates.]
WHERE Outskirts of Vega
CANON A Thrilling Dominion AU
SCENARIO
In the aftermath of what could arguably be considered a supernatural disaster, a friendly face might be the only balm one needs to soothe.
[Ned Edwards (and yes, he realizes the irony of being named Edward Edwards) escaped work early this afternoon, having put in his morning hours and produced enough baked goods to satisfy the small army living in the Riesen household. Sometimes he can almost remember life before this - flickers here and there, his mother dying and his father leaving him - before the caste system relegated him to a lower rung where he had to claw his way into localized fame before the higher-ups came to satisfy their sweet-tooth.
He certainly can't complain about the ovens, state-of-the-art industrial grade and more baking pans than you could shake a stick at. Ned remained quiet, and careful, and never kicked up a fuss, which is probably why he's managed to maintain his position for so long.
They offered him a space in the household, but the rooms felt too cavernous. Too...nouveau riche.
Too lonely.
On the outer ring of the city there are fair apartments, decent housing for those in the middling range who don't mind the clamor of the lower class outside one's window. With a bag stuffed full of day-old goods from the kitchen that would, doubtless, be thrown away otherwise, Ned doles out bits and pieces until there is little left and he has to wonder how long some of these people's ration cards will last them.]
You're welcome,
[he nods to a little girl with a weary smile, an early riser and an early setter by default, feeling the exhaustion creep in again. From the mumble of the crowd he can tell something's happened closer to the main family buildings, but susurrous rumors and hearsay happen frequently enough around here for him not to consider it as genuine Vega "news."
After all, none of the monitors are flickering with any updates.]
