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genessia2017-09-07 09:19 am
donovan_deegan) wrote in genessia2017-09-07 09:19 am
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OTA - Uncle Pinky - A wandering bard isn't barred from many places
This... was not where he was supposed to be. Story of his life, really, just usually it was intentional. Being here without Miranda was a little disconcerting, but Donovan was used to rolling with the punches. That's just how he rolls. When he isn't too busy rocking. Thankfully his axe came with him. After reading the pamphlet and looking everything over, he took stock. His Axe was still strapped to him and ready to rock, acoustic or electric should the Maestro appear. Shirt. Pants. Hot pink jacket, check check and check. He lifted his shirt and looked at his chest. Well... he'd miss his Kelsheen mark, being somewhere new. But that was fine, if there were any Orcs, he could fall back on his mastery of the Orcish tongue.
Alright then!
Putting on the necklace, tucking it under his shirt, and putting everything else he woke with in pockets, he set out and started exploring. The pink jacket was certainly eye catching and hard to ignore, and the black shirt under it only seemed to make it pop all the more. Thankfully for people's eyes, the guitar on his back covered a chunk of it. He checked out the university, and wandered around, mostly in that area. And rather than follow the guide to starter housing, when it started getting later he found a busy enough area in a park, and wrote up a sign with whatever he could find around that was clean.
"Uncle Pinky - Donovan Deegan - Professional Bard - will trade one performance for one night of comfortable shelter and good food."
Setting up the sign, he sat on a bench behind it, and started to play a slow low ballad, axe settled carefully in his lap. He might not have his wife or kids here, but he had his guitar, so he wasn't alone. The warm strings against his fingers was like the firm handshake of an old friend.
(Yes, his icons are from early series, Donovan is from after retirement, however.)
Alright then!
Putting on the necklace, tucking it under his shirt, and putting everything else he woke with in pockets, he set out and started exploring. The pink jacket was certainly eye catching and hard to ignore, and the black shirt under it only seemed to make it pop all the more. Thankfully for people's eyes, the guitar on his back covered a chunk of it. He checked out the university, and wandered around, mostly in that area. And rather than follow the guide to starter housing, when it started getting later he found a busy enough area in a park, and wrote up a sign with whatever he could find around that was clean.
"Uncle Pinky - Donovan Deegan - Professional Bard - will trade one performance for one night of comfortable shelter and good food."
Setting up the sign, he sat on a bench behind it, and started to play a slow low ballad, axe settled carefully in his lap. He might not have his wife or kids here, but he had his guitar, so he wasn't alone. The warm strings against his fingers was like the firm handshake of an old friend.
(Yes, his icons are from early series, Donovan is from after retirement, however.)
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