The Blue Note 'Residence'

[untilldeath]

WHO: Ivan, Till, Sunny, Noah + Guests/Visitors?
WHAT: Catch-all for home base shenanigans through the month
WHEN: All Month
WHERE: Blue Note Jazz Club

[Catch-all for all things Blue Note Jazz Club Residents related and any visitors or guests they might have/get?]

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"Cheer-Up"

[untilldeath]

[Till is all packed. With a large backpack on his back, two cans of spraypaint sticking out his pockets, and a nail tipped bat shoved carefully inside the bag, Till appears in front of Sonny from somewhere inside the depths of their little Jazz club with a smirk, while he raises his notebook up for Sonny to see.]

Come on. I've got a fun idea.

You, me, and Ivan are all going out.

[The last week or so has been miserable, with what happened to Lortel. Seeing Sonny waste away some because of it really cuts at his heart, though. There's gotta be something they can do to cheer him up a bit, and he thinks including Ivan so that Sonny can get a little more comfortable with him is a good idea too.

It's time they all went out and just did something just because it's FUN. Not only because they have to survive.]

[sadpoem]

[Sunny blinks. It's not what he's expecting. He'd been expecting to lie down for another nap, practically all he's been doing for... Well. Four years or more, now...

[But Till has other ideas. He's all dressed up to venture into the city, which makes Sunny nervous. Normally he ends up outside, rather than chooses to go. The addition of Ivan doesn't encourage him, though he supposes they'll be well protected.

[At any rate, he's really not in a position to argue (ever), so...he simply stands there, pink fingers picking off skin from each other while he waits for Till to lead them out, for Ivan to arrive, whatever happens first.]

[snaggletooth]

I finished putting everything on!

[ Ivan calls out to Till, who'd left him in the back with a task to complete.

In a moment, he appears looking like—like... while this is a reference he'd never understand, he looks like when Bugs Bunny tried to disguise himself from Elmer Fudd on Saturday mornings.

He's wearing a bright, bright red, full-length raincoat, the hood already placed over his head. Atop said hood, he has a women's wide-brimmed hat with a cloth bow, floral print lining the inside, his eyes hidden by reflective sunglasses just underneath. As he approaches the two he'd kept waiting, it also becomes clear that the thing in his hand is an unopened umbrella, just as much of a color mismatch to the ensemble as each other individual piece.

Ivan's new sun safety uniform, as put together by Till. ]

Well? Let's hope this works.

[untilldeath]

[ . . . . . . . . . .

Hold on one moment. Please, just hold for a moment. Till turns away quickly from Ivan, one hand lifting to his mouth, the other clutching onto Sonny's shoulder as his entire body shakes as he desperately tries hard not to burst out laughing. Oh, light, he's going to burst a gut.

He wasn't looking to make Ivan look ridiculous. He genuinely and sincerely searched for things he thought would be helpful and grabbed what he found. He still thinks this is best.

But the cool and handsome classmate he had back at Anakt- this is not a look he ever thought he'd see on him. Pffft. PFFBBFFTTT.]

[sadpoem]

[It's...

[Funny. Ivan proudly parades, Till can't keep from laughing, Sunny's shoulder is clutched. In that moment, they all feel like old friends, on the verge of having fun. Sunny doesn't laugh, and he doesn't smile - he never laughs, and he never, ever smiles, but...

[Despite everything, he feels momentarily light. He wishes Lortel could see them all getting along. Would he ever see them again if he actually woke up from this nightmare?

[Sunny gives Ivan a silent thumbs up.]

[snaggletooth]

[ Till is not subtle, as very, very sincerely as he is trying to be. Sunny's total impassiveness only makes the taller boy stand out more in all of his shuddering glory, blowing partial raspberries into the back of his hand.

Ivan pokes him in the stomach with the point of his umbrella. ]

Pull yourself together, Till. ♪ You have to lead the way, you know.

[ Unbothered, refreshed. Sing-song. Yes, he knows that this is to get Sunny to go somewhere that isn't back to bed; even so, since when has Till come to him with a surprise? ]

Neither of us know what you're planning, remember?

[untilldeath]

I'm unpredictable like that.

[Till, please.

He still looks amused despite the threat of another poke. Oh man, it's been a while since he laughed like that. Glancing back up at Ivan threatens it all over again, but he tries to show mercy and get serious.]

It's nowhere crazy. It's what we do there that'll be fun. ☆

[Yes, he added the star.

At least Till thinks it will be fun. He hopes the others do too. It's not like there are lots of things to do in a destroyed city lacking electricity and running water.]

We'll be mostly inside once we arrive, so it won't be too bright.

[Till will be the light.]

[sadpoem]

[Sunny wastes the sunlight hours sleeping just as much as he wastes the nighttime hours, so really, he shouldn't be picky about being somewhere dark. That's not even to mention the months they spent in total darkness.

[But Sunny can help. He's conjured his little sun a hundred times by now. It's still about the only thing he can do of his own volition.

[Sunny waits for Till to lead the way, then...waits for Ivan to follow. He doesn't necessarily want the bug behind him, even if it would keep him safer...]

[snaggletooth]

[ Actually, Ivan wanders to the front of the building first after reading what Till has to say. He needs to test the new... equipment that was so thoughtfully provided. And it takes him the longest to use a door by far.

The umbrella's tines unfurl with a classic fwoomph as he sticks it through first, then cautiously levels it over his head as he takes his first click-clacking steps into the sunlight. Right away, that same ominous feeling creeps up, like that bright yellow orb is the eye of something that might swoop down from the sky.

But his desire to flee isn't as immediately intense.




He finishes making his exit. ]

And you're sure our Sunny is going to like it?

[untilldeath]

Hopefully. [He quips through the tether with Ivan. Even as he 'speaks' he writes through it, exiting behind Ivan as he enters into the light. The unease the other feels through their bond is evident, though Ivan does a good job of visibly masking it.

It helps that he can't see his eyes through the sunglasses. Grinning at Sunny, he holds up his notebook.]

Who doesn't love a little therapeutic vandalism?

this is so cute sdlfskdfj crying hard

[sadpoem]

['Our Sunny,' Ivan says, and that sensation rushes up again. They're old friends. He's their Sunny.

[After that, the dread creeps in. If he belongs to someone, he's not sure he wants it to be Ivan. Their tether strangely twinges. He doesn't feel one with Till, though he wishes he did... He's such a kind person, always "speaking" with Sunny the only way Sunny can speak.

[Vandalism. How daring. Sunny feels a little thrill, something between anxiety and excitement. He has to think about it a minute... It's not like anyone is here to get them in trouble.

[Eventually, he...shrugs. Not in an uncaring way - more so a, "Whatever you say."]

[snaggletooth]

[ The close timing of everything causes Ivan to realize something.

( Till in his head sharing a private word. The tug on his other, other line, like it anxiously wishes it would snap. )

He's never tried to communicate with Sunny in that way, no... not that he can remember? Would it be of use? Would it be more of the same...? While they wait for Till to take his lead, he looks at silent little Sunny curiously, watching for his reaction. ]

Hello. [ He keeps out other noise, picking out soft words and placing them in a vacuum. ] I'd uninvite myself for you. But it was Till's idea.

[ Till's ideas are important. ]

[untilldeath]

[That's okay. Till takes this as a good shrug. Sunny doesn't look distressed. He's probably just never vandalized anything before.

. . . Not that Till REALLY has. Not without getting the shit beat out of him. And he was never really given any weapons or materials TO do real vandalism with. Not without cameras and a collar around his neck to get a good picture.

He sure as hell wanted to, though. So this will be therapeutic for him, too.

Till isn't privy to their private conversation, so he simply lifts his notebook again and flashes them both a thumbs up.]

I'll lead the way.

[Follow him!]

( daily life )

[offseers]

[ noah —

keeps himself busy. whether it's hunting or cleaning or cooking. these are patterns he's used to. in the colony, out of the colony, you have to look after each other. look out for each other. it's not simply a matter of care or concern. it's a matter of survival.

he doesn't bring up lortel. he doesn't need to. he doesn't want to. right now, he's tired of perpetual grief. ironic, considering his life. his standing. his calling.

but noah is tired. time ticks away. ]

Re: ( daily life )

[untilldeath]

Noah.

[Till feels bad. He can feel how the others have been grieving, recently. He is, too. He's been hoping that distraction helps a little bit, though. She would definitely be upset with them if they didn't carry on purposefully. So he lifts his sign up with a little wave to get his attention.]

Will you teach me how to prepare this?

[The food for the night. He's been trying to learn. They never had to cook back home, and the food they ate there was pretty different from what they have here. He wants to learn, but also... it's a way to talk and maybe try to bond a bit more, too.]

[offseers]

Ah, sure. I'll show you what I know.

[ he's no great cook like manana, but his food at least is passable. he knows how to season, knows how to pick the right plants. of course, in this world, everything has different names but dance apples are still apples and so on . . . it doesn't get too difficult. ]

Let's start with vegetables. Do you know how to wash and cut them?

[untilldeath]

I haven't before, but that sounds easy enough.

[Leave it to him. He's just gotta rinse them in water and then jab the knife at them a bit.]

[offseers]

[ well. "jabbing" isn't helpful. and when till starts jabbing, noah lays a quick hand on his knuckles. ]

Easy. You'll destroy them that way.

[untilldeath]

[He tilts his head when his hand stops him, before frowning and turning back to the veggies.]

So slower...?

[This time, he asks through the tether. His movements are slow, and... large. The veggies are being chopped very large. But at least they are being chopped.]

[offseers]

Slower and moving from the outside to the inside so you don't end up cutting your fingers.

[ noah guides his hands and also adjusts how till is holding the knife. ]

[untilldeath]

[He allows Noah to guide his hand a bit so that he can get a feel for it. Once he lets go, he slowly continues, attempting to follow the instructions.

Like this? He's doing better, he thinks.]

[offseers]

Good.

Different recipes call for vegetables cut in different styles, but this is fine for most of them. Thin slices or cubes.

I knew a chef called Manana. She was very particular about what was used when.

[untilldeath]

That sounds complicated. But I guess it would make a difference if you were eating them in something like... a soup, probably.

[offseers]

It is, but having good food is important. For your health, for your mentality . . . it all matters.

[untilldeath]

The food here sure is different from what we ate back home.