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𝄞 Otoño Verde 𝄞 Log 𝄞
Who: Hector, OTA
What: Logs for the last week of November
Where: a little bit of everywhere.
When: Nove 26-Nov 30
Notes: mentions of death
a. Wrong Address (Nov 26-28)
The entire week felt off already. He knew why! But, that didn't really mean he was going to acknowledge it. It was taking most of his focus to just not focus. As usual. Except, he is no longer in the land of the dead where he was pretty much a vagabond living off whatever he could find. He had a semi-steady income now. Mostly making deliveries but it wasn't the worse thing.
he was buried in the ledge for the days deliveries, a small red cooler at his feet as he knocked on the door. Not really realizing he had the wrong address, "Hey man, you changed from O to AB pretty quick. Everything okay? you know we can put iron in-...ah, hola?"
b. Walking about Everglade (Nov 30, daytime)
He hadn't been able to sleep much the night before, and while Everglade tended to be rather dangerous to humans; he did not look much like one. There was absolutely nothing appetizing about him considering he had no flesh, blood or even a soul. So he felt fairly safe to wander around the lightly fogged city, peering into store fronts and greeting the people he would deliver to.
and making it a point to avoid looking at anything that may give him the date.
c. Cumpleaños (Nov 30, nighttime)
Hector was in Fayren, seated at his usual table at the drunken monkey. There was already an empty tankard in front of him and he was rather close to finishing the second as well. But his mood was still pretty happy and far more relaxed than it had been all day. The hours were winding down and soon another birthday would be far behind him, and he could deal with what would come a week later.
Which was somehow easier to face .
What: Logs for the last week of November
Where: a little bit of everywhere.
When: Nove 26-Nov 30
Notes: mentions of death
a. Wrong Address (Nov 26-28)
The entire week felt off already. He knew why! But, that didn't really mean he was going to acknowledge it. It was taking most of his focus to just not focus. As usual. Except, he is no longer in the land of the dead where he was pretty much a vagabond living off whatever he could find. He had a semi-steady income now. Mostly making deliveries but it wasn't the worse thing.
he was buried in the ledge for the days deliveries, a small red cooler at his feet as he knocked on the door. Not really realizing he had the wrong address, "Hey man, you changed from O to AB pretty quick. Everything okay? you know we can put iron in-...ah, hola?"
b. Walking about Everglade (Nov 30, daytime)
He hadn't been able to sleep much the night before, and while Everglade tended to be rather dangerous to humans; he did not look much like one. There was absolutely nothing appetizing about him considering he had no flesh, blood or even a soul. So he felt fairly safe to wander around the lightly fogged city, peering into store fronts and greeting the people he would deliver to.
and making it a point to avoid looking at anything that may give him the date.
c. Cumpleaños (Nov 30, nighttime)
Hector was in Fayren, seated at his usual table at the drunken monkey. There was already an empty tankard in front of him and he was rather close to finishing the second as well. But his mood was still pretty happy and far more relaxed than it had been all day. The hours were winding down and soon another birthday would be far behind him, and he could deal with what would come a week later.
Which was somehow easier to face .