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Post by Indiana Indigo on Jan 5, 2015 3:46:36 GMT
The New Year had come, and the old year was gone. However, to Indiana Indigo, the passage of time meant little anymore. He had long since given up on formulation of resolutions, and years passed too fast to count anymore anyways. For time’s sake he had a drink at midnight, but rather than stay up and party thereafter, the man had gone to bed. Hours later, he was up at work walking barren hallways and slipping into various rooms to take a peek at what was going on within. Though Indi had given his employees and graduate interns the day off, that didn’t mean he gave that to himself.
Truthfully, Indiana Indigo relished science, and thus work was never work to him. It was fun, it was play. It was amazing to learn about the natural world even if the appearance of strange ‘gods’ had called into question everything he had ever known. Unlike some who were forced to question their faith, Indi had simply modified his theories to fit the change in data, and rather than feel anxious or upset, he felt intrigued. He’d gone so far as to entrust a few graduate students with a project concerning the gods, but so far their data was sporadic and inconclusive at best. He hoped they would discern more about the nature of these supposed gods with time. How long had it been since they had appeared again? He’d lost track of the months; that was what a calendar was for. He’d look later.
This went on for quite a few hours before lunch finally called, and Indi locked up and departed from his lab heading out to Landry Park in hopes of finding a food vender. What was he even in the mood for? Indi didn’t know; he supposed he’d figure that out when he passed a couple. Tracing through the park, Indi surveyed he had a few options. The hotdog vendor was a man he knew, and he frequented it for that reason. However, there was also an interesting looking sandwich vendor moving about. There were, of course, a few more snack food options, but he would save that for dessert. Following the path back towards the hotdog stand, Indi set his thumbs in his pockets and walked at ease.
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Post by "Jackal" Webster on Mar 3, 2015 7:19:16 GMT
Jackal was having a tiring day. Snowy hadn’t even been half the problem- as much he blamed the fur ball. No, it was worse. Two old people crawled with their fossilized mothball smell and asked him how to fix an ancient laptop that he felt that it weighed at least 10 pounds. He hadn’t even seen old computers- and he was baffled how they kept it healthy for so long. Jackal knew that companies kept saying the ‘new thing’ was here and you had to buy it- but this thing had lasted at least fifteen years. Fifteen years! He wasn’t sure how they managed it and they all seemed to think he was their long lost great-grandchild and cooed at him. He couldn’t even snap at old people- which didn’t stop him really- but it didn’t work. She was barely four feet tall he felt and he felt like he was bullying a dying dog with glassy eyes and he just felt so guilty. He had to order some parts- and he went out of his way to help them. As the red haired man buried his face in his hands, he made a choking sound. Why were old people so creepily manipulative and why couldn’t he break free?! The woman was everything but mean- offering him food and even offering to wobble two miles to get him a cup of coffee. ‘Jackie’ as she had come to calling him would be in tomorrow and was going to bring him cookies. He made another choking sound into his hands. Snowy perked his head up, blinking at his charge a bit confused. “Are you okay?” There was a pause from Jackal as he whined louder in his hands. “I’m infected.” He complained. Snowy looked up alarmed- thinking the person he needed to protect was hurt and he rushed over to the redhead and tried to paw his hands away from his hands. “It’s okay! I can heal you! What are you infected with?”The mechanic ripped his hands away from his face and let out a low pitched whine. “Kindness. It’s in meeee.” He drug out the last word to the deadpan of his familiar. “…Seriously? I’ll show you kindness!” The deadpan turned into a grin of glee as he started to lick Jackal’s face- swiping his rough tongue over the man’s eye and then moved to lick the inside of his ear- which only made Jackal squeal and fall off his chair and crash his body on the ground ungracefully. The redhead cursed and yanked himself up and glared at the white cat who was grinning. “I’m going to shave you.” He threatened under his breath only to almost jump out of his skin as his boss showed up behind him. Quickly assuring him that he should go get something to eat- he was shooed into the back to get his stuff. He stayed for lunch yesterday- so it was his turn to eat. Snowy eagerly padded after the pale skinned man with happy hums. Finally he was in Landry Park- looking around for something to spend a few bucks on and then sit in the shade. He wasn’t even sure what was around here. Snowy sat on his shoulder and he had to shift himself awkwardly to make sure the cat didn’t fall off. The red-eyed man bent his arm in front of his chest to make sure the cat’s front-paws were on his bent arm so it was evenly distributed. It was only a matter of seconds before Snowy yelled out to an incoming stranger. “Arrrr! Are you a pirate?!” The cat practically shouted and Jackal had to stop and wince, looking up at who he yelled out to. ….Well there was a guy with an eyepatch. That was a thing. He stared up at the man briefly, muttering a ‘Sorry, he’s loud.’
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