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gadaboutdetective) wrote2020-12-09 07:07 pm
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Who: Llewellyn Watts and anyone!
When: Through the month of December
Where: Recreational dome, Library, Dorm Dome 2, and his P.I. Office
What: 4 Open Logs
Warnings: Nothing aside from the elf on the shelf being a little creeper at his office! But if anything comes up it will be added!
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Pup Training - Recreational Dome With Pretzel!
During some downtime during the afternoon found Llewellyn sitting on the arm of a bench in the recreational dome, a box of the sphere’s equivalent of ‘Oreos’ open on the bench next to him along with a pile of dog treats. Pretzel was circling excitedly as the man tried to calm him down with a treat or two, his intention today was to resume training.
Giving short, simple commands and rewarding the basset hound pup with a treat (and maybe himself with a biscuit), or rewarding him for getting it partially right at least. Llewellyn wasn’t great at this yet, but he was trying his best based on what he’d been reading in books over the last little while. If they could just make a little more progress... he might finally be able to get down to business on teaching the dog scent tracking.
It was fun, and rather cute considering outside basic short commands, he still spoke to Pretzel like he would anyone else.
Strange things afoot... - P.I. Office - December Nightmare Themed!
Llewellyn usually liked having company, he was fairly sociable despite how socially awkward he tended to be. What he did not like, however, was being watched or followed without any knowledge of the intent behind it. He was paranoid, it’s what happened when you were used to being taken by surprise in unpleasant, usually violent fashion from a young age.
So coming into his office to find a small, strange looking doll sitting on his desk as though it belonged there was more than a little unsettling. It was soft, kind of droopy if it didn’t have anything to lean against... It’s expression was kind of creepy if he was being honest, like it knew something you didn’t and it was amused by that.
“Well... Where did you come from?” He picked it up, staring it in the eye for a moment before glancing down at Pretzel... It didn’t look like it had anything that could be dangerous for a dog so... He gave it a little shake over the dog’s nose, watching with a wrinkled brow as the pup gave a couple excited barks before he let him catch a hold of it. With a few playful tugs, he let go and let his companion run off with it.
The detective took a while, going over his office carefully and looking for things out of place. He even went so far as to check for someone that might have been hiding under his desk.
Well, wherever it came from? It would keep the dog occupied while he worked on a few things.
...At least... until Pretzel somehow tossed it onto furniture that he couldn’t get on top of and needed the detective to retrieve the toy ever so often. That was what the detective thought was going on with the doll anyway, having yet to witness Pretzel doing that.
Shared Spaces - Dorm Dome 2 In the kitchen >>...
He tried to spend some of his time at the dormitory, checking in on people (without making it obvious) or making use of the kitchen for snacking purposes... It wasn’t as often as other places, Llewellyn didn’t even really sleep there much anymore. His occasional nightmares made living with people uncomfortable, so (unless he was spending the night at Rhy’s place) passing out at his office on the sofa was usually more appealing. Then there was the fact that Pretzel was still rather rambunctious to deal with some days, though the pup got along with the younger residents easily enough...
Today found him with little to do at the office though, and people were busy, so Llewellyn was around the dorm.
Anyone around might find him fussing about in the kitchen... Much to what was probably everyone’s displeasure, he was trying his hand at cooking again. A bad idea, considering he didn’t have the attention span for cooking on top of his lack of experience. A pan of burning scrambled eggs on the stove, Llewellyn hovering over it with one of his more disgruntled, disappointed expressions. Thick brows knit together in annoyance as he tried to salvage at least some of it...
(Sorry about the smell of burnt food, everyone.)
Knowledge is Power - Library - Books and music!
Llewellyn had recently been made aware of the fact that the audio section of the library might be of particular interest to him. So his down time had found him cooped up in the section, skimming through music selections from other eras and worlds curiously.
He liked music in general, it was relaxing... and one of the only memories he still had of his mother was her softly singing when he was small. It wasn’t something he spoke of often, or at all usually, but there was nothing nicer than getting a comfortable place to sit and listen either while he read or worked on something.
One day in his own world, he hoped to purchase one of those fancy phonographs like the one that the morgue had. He wasn’t particularly fond of any particular kind of music, though he did rather enjoy listening to people sing, and tunes with unique rhythms or those that were slightly softer were definitely his preference to listen to.
When he wasn’t doing that, the detective could be found wandering down aisles and pulling books on various subjects to read. Either things of interest to him, or on topics that seemed important based on things he’d heard or realized he needed to get a little more educated on over the last month...
Anyone who approached would get his attention fairly easily, if only because he tried to be aware of his surroundings at all times. Llewellyn did not like to be surprised or approached from behind...
He’d take suggestions happily, or strike up a conversation easily enough.
When: Through the month of December
Where: Recreational dome, Library, Dorm Dome 2, and his P.I. Office
What: 4 Open Logs
Warnings: Nothing aside from the elf on the shelf being a little creeper at his office! But if anything comes up it will be added!
Note: I can match with action brackets if that’s a preference! Also if you want something personalized, poke me over on
Pup Training - Recreational Dome With Pretzel!
During some downtime during the afternoon found Llewellyn sitting on the arm of a bench in the recreational dome, a box of the sphere’s equivalent of ‘Oreos’ open on the bench next to him along with a pile of dog treats. Pretzel was circling excitedly as the man tried to calm him down with a treat or two, his intention today was to resume training.
Giving short, simple commands and rewarding the basset hound pup with a treat (and maybe himself with a biscuit), or rewarding him for getting it partially right at least. Llewellyn wasn’t great at this yet, but he was trying his best based on what he’d been reading in books over the last little while. If they could just make a little more progress... he might finally be able to get down to business on teaching the dog scent tracking.
It was fun, and rather cute considering outside basic short commands, he still spoke to Pretzel like he would anyone else.
Strange things afoot... - P.I. Office - December Nightmare Themed!
Llewellyn usually liked having company, he was fairly sociable despite how socially awkward he tended to be. What he did not like, however, was being watched or followed without any knowledge of the intent behind it. He was paranoid, it’s what happened when you were used to being taken by surprise in unpleasant, usually violent fashion from a young age.
So coming into his office to find a small, strange looking doll sitting on his desk as though it belonged there was more than a little unsettling. It was soft, kind of droopy if it didn’t have anything to lean against... It’s expression was kind of creepy if he was being honest, like it knew something you didn’t and it was amused by that.
“Well... Where did you come from?” He picked it up, staring it in the eye for a moment before glancing down at Pretzel... It didn’t look like it had anything that could be dangerous for a dog so... He gave it a little shake over the dog’s nose, watching with a wrinkled brow as the pup gave a couple excited barks before he let him catch a hold of it. With a few playful tugs, he let go and let his companion run off with it.
The detective took a while, going over his office carefully and looking for things out of place. He even went so far as to check for someone that might have been hiding under his desk.
Well, wherever it came from? It would keep the dog occupied while he worked on a few things.
...At least... until Pretzel somehow tossed it onto furniture that he couldn’t get on top of and needed the detective to retrieve the toy ever so often. That was what the detective thought was going on with the doll anyway, having yet to witness Pretzel doing that.
Shared Spaces - Dorm Dome 2 In the kitchen >>...
He tried to spend some of his time at the dormitory, checking in on people (without making it obvious) or making use of the kitchen for snacking purposes... It wasn’t as often as other places, Llewellyn didn’t even really sleep there much anymore. His occasional nightmares made living with people uncomfortable, so (unless he was spending the night at Rhy’s place) passing out at his office on the sofa was usually more appealing. Then there was the fact that Pretzel was still rather rambunctious to deal with some days, though the pup got along with the younger residents easily enough...
Today found him with little to do at the office though, and people were busy, so Llewellyn was around the dorm.
Anyone around might find him fussing about in the kitchen... Much to what was probably everyone’s displeasure, he was trying his hand at cooking again. A bad idea, considering he didn’t have the attention span for cooking on top of his lack of experience. A pan of burning scrambled eggs on the stove, Llewellyn hovering over it with one of his more disgruntled, disappointed expressions. Thick brows knit together in annoyance as he tried to salvage at least some of it...
(Sorry about the smell of burnt food, everyone.)
Knowledge is Power - Library - Books and music!
Llewellyn had recently been made aware of the fact that the audio section of the library might be of particular interest to him. So his down time had found him cooped up in the section, skimming through music selections from other eras and worlds curiously.
He liked music in general, it was relaxing... and one of the only memories he still had of his mother was her softly singing when he was small. It wasn’t something he spoke of often, or at all usually, but there was nothing nicer than getting a comfortable place to sit and listen either while he read or worked on something.
One day in his own world, he hoped to purchase one of those fancy phonographs like the one that the morgue had. He wasn’t particularly fond of any particular kind of music, though he did rather enjoy listening to people sing, and tunes with unique rhythms or those that were slightly softer were definitely his preference to listen to.
When he wasn’t doing that, the detective could be found wandering down aisles and pulling books on various subjects to read. Either things of interest to him, or on topics that seemed important based on things he’d heard or realized he needed to get a little more educated on over the last month...
Anyone who approached would get his attention fairly easily, if only because he tried to be aware of his surroundings at all times. Llewellyn did not like to be surprised or approached from behind...
He’d take suggestions happily, or strike up a conversation easily enough.